Part 1: The Gift From The Gods

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I wake up and I hear my dad calling from downstairs,

"Cullen! Can you help me with something real quick before you go to school?"

I reply,

"Sure, just let me get dressed first."

I put on a bright pink shirt and bright pink shorts. I walk downstairs to see my dad standing in the living room with the TV remote in his hand.

"What do you need help with?"

"The stupid TV is not working, it's stuck on this channel."

He hands the remote to me. I touch a bit of his hand. He suddenly becomes stiff, with his arms coming to his side and his legs coming together. 

"What is your command, Master?"

"Um, Dad?" I reply.

He just stands there with his mouth open, a blank stare staring at me. 

"Command?" I ask, confused.

"I am your loyal slave." My dad says, in a monotone voice.

"Erm... okay." I say. "Is he hypnotized or something?" I think.

"Sit down on the couch." I say.

"Yes, master." he obeys.

"Stand up." I say.

He stands up quickly.

Suddenly, I hear a voice coming from above.

"Cullen, you have been granted this power for your good grades. Enjoy it!"

"I have all A's...but who are you?" I ask.

"Why we, my friend, are the gods from above."

The voice stops speaking.

I sit down on the couch.

"Sit down next to me." I demand.

"Yes, master." He sits down next to me.

"Start massaging my back."

He starts pushing down on my back. I hear my older brother coming down the stairs. "Hey, have you seen my basketball?" he says.

"No, James, I have not." I say.

"Hey, what's wrong with Dad?"

I whisper in my dad's ear, "Grab him".

He obeys.

"Hey! Let go of me!"

"Sorry James, but this is for your own good." I say.

"What are you tal-"

I touch his arm. 

"Let go of him." I say.

"Yes, master."

James stiffens up like my Dad did. He is taller than my Dad by a couple inches. 

"Pick me up." I say.

They start to walk towards me. 

"Stop." I say.

They freeze in place.

"Stay like this for a few minutes."

I look at them from different angles. From behind, from the front, from the side, even from above.

"How do I bring you out of this?" I ask.

"All you have to do is just say hypnosis off." James says.

I sneak next to the staircase.

"Okay. Hypnosis off."

They both seem to have snapped out of it. 

"What am I doing here?" James says.

"Hey." I say, standing behind them.

I grab both of their arms. They go back into the trance-like state. 

"Both of you take off your shirt now and hand them to me." 

They take off their shirts and hand them to me.

James had a six pack while my Dad was slim, but somewhat large.

"James, come with me."

"Yes, master."

We walk outside to his car.

"You will drive me to school and then come back and stand in the exact same spot you were in the house."

"Yes, master."



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