"I-I'm sorry sir." Cason, the boy standing in front of the broker spoke, his voice being a mumbling mess and his throat felt like he'd swallowed his own tongue. "But... you're power, I need it."
"You need it?" The man asked, glancing over the shabby white collared shirt and khaki pants you were wearing, worn down by rain. "'Need' is a strong word, especially when you clearly are ill-equipped for payment."
Cason stared for a moment... thinking back on how his older and twin sister would ruin anything and everything he owned, including his notebooks and bag, which would then result in his parents yelling at him, younger him crying his eyes out as the screamed at him for his stuff being ruined, never once believing him when he said his sisters did it. And he could still feel the phantom pains and bites of gut punches and lockers against torso and head, it was something he got used to over time.
And he hated that.
He had sat down in his bed nearly three months ago, ruminating on the day he had and how all of his math notes for the past six months that he'd hidden away were now ruined, layed out on his floor and making a puddle because of all the water on each page. He had been laying down, thinking to himself about it, how his parents didn't care, how his sisters obviously done it, and how his bullies and teachers couldn't care less about him.
And at that moment, the word filled his head, clouding his mind and causing him to envision dangerous fantasies for the next three months.
Hatred, imagining his sisters being screamed at instead and crying instead. Hatred, imagining how he'd punched his parents down, mocking and yelling at them instead, physical abuse turned against them instead. Hatred, imagining his teachers and bullies fighting and tearing each other apart as he looked on.
Those thoughts brought him the most joy, even if he knew he was messed up, even if he knew they were completely ridiculous, that he shouldn't be imagining those things.
He wanted them to happen either way, and it wasn't like his mental victims were much better then he.
"I'll pay you back sir..." Cason bowed politely. "Money, services, name the price."
"...clearly services." The man spoke, approaching the younger individual in the room and placing his hand on his shoulder.
"Boy, you are about to receive a power beyond that of mundane thinking, you will become a super-powered individual capable of good, and of evil. Are you willing to do a few favors for me in the future as long as I grant you this power?"
Cason didn't even need to think before he nodded, still slightly perturbed by the weird business model before walking in, and now being very confused.
"Perfect. Then you're power will be..." His grip strained and tightened onto Cason's shoulder, the man's eyes gleaming slightly.
"...spiritual possession." He spoke, a bright light enveloped Cason's body and brain, whiting out.
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Cason felt very cold when he woke up.
The sensation of chilliness brushing against him was the first thing Cason woke up to, his eyes slowly creaking open as he felt another cool breeze hit him. The sight of a dilapidated and vandalized alleyway being the first thing he saw.
He tried to speak... but nothing came out.
Shocked at this he looked down, his eyes bulging when he tried looking at whatever was preventing him from speaking, only to find that he could see some kind of concrete alleyway floor right through his legs, his whole body was completely transparent.
Needless to say, Cason was quite shocked. The feeling of coldness gripping his form sent a shiver down his backside that he couldn't feel, recollection flashed in his mind.
...spiritual possession.
The idea of possession sounded really, really stupid upon initially thinking about it, and just idea of it had question marks going off over Cason's head. On the other hand, being a ghost and feeling like he was stuck inside of an icebox helped his imagination quite a bit.
He could use this power on his abusers, his family, everything and anyone who'd wronged him in the past, he could now punish.
With his ghost form now holding a bright smile, Cason left to find his first victim.
Where does Cason go?
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