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Jack Takes Control | Parasite | 3

 

Jack sighed. Even with all of his power, a friend had to come before pussy. He headed over to where the football jock had Arnold down on the ground, begging for mercy. "Hey jock itch!" Jack yelled. The huge guy turned around, the muscles in his neck throbing with rage.

"What you call me?" The brainless twit asked. Jack sighed. If he could control Carly, a straight A student and his own sister, he could definately control this tub of steroids.

"You're gay from now on and you're also really meek. You're afraid of the dark and you wet your pants at the very thought of a confrontation." Jack said to the huge jock. Arnold was staring at him like he'd lost his mind.

The jock, however, wasn't staring. He was pissing his pants. "Please don't hurt me." He whimpered as Jack held up a fist.

"Are you going to mess with me or my friends anymore?" Jack asked in his fiercest voice. The jock trembled and shook his head. "Good. Now go run and play with dolls or something." The huge guy ran away. Jack helped his buddy Arnold up off the floor.

"What the fuck did you do to that moose? He's was going to kill me and then. . ." Arnold stared at Jack in amazement. Before Jack could answer him, a voice came from behind him, startling both of them.

"I can explain that." A man in a black suit smiled warmly down at them. He looked like some renegade from an action movie. Every feature was hard and he seemed to be covered in muscle. He looked like he could have snapped the jock who'd just left in two. The guy looked like he could crush people under his little fingers. Jack wasn't afraid, he could deal with this guy just like he'd dealt with the jock.

"The name is Tricker. And for the moment, that's all you need to know about me. Now, as to your question, as part of a covert experiment, Jack here was given a dose of a special drug while he was sleeping last night." Tricker paused and ran a hand through his greying black hair. "Today, you have shown signs of extraordinary mind control abilities. You manipulated your sister without even trying!" Tricker laughed.

Jack was stunned. "You were watching me!" He turned to Arnold, who looked both curious and creeped out.

"What did you do to your sister?" He asked. Jack waved the question away. He stared up at Tricker. "Go away and forget any of this every happened." He commanded.

Tricker held up a hand. "Easy kid. You've got to know some basics.
First, I'm immune to your little mind games so don't bother trying to control me. It won't work. Second, my organization wants you to enjoy yourself. Indulge every twisted fantasy. So why don't you and your buddy Arnold go after that hot cheerleader I just saw giving you the eye." Tricker laughed at the expression on Jack's face. "We'll be watching you. But don't let that stop you. Do anything you want. We are curious as to how much control you can truly have over people and for how long." Tricker turned and quickly vanished through a door.

"Now what?" Arnold asked. Jack turned to him and smiled. He knew exactly what to do next.

 

What does Jack want to do?

 
 

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