Manipulators

Manipulator 2: Mary

The main rule of the Potentii way of life was to never enter the city of Mortem, without an adequate reason, and while under strict supervision - but it gave Mary such a thrill to go against this advice. She had struggled to cope with the strains of her secluded life, and had taken to her own methods of thrill seeking to combat boredom.

Waltzing confidently down a foggy alleyway, Mary was blissfully unaware of her surroundings, her fingers scrolling aimlessly across the keys of her forbidden mobile phone. Technology was harshly disliked by the elders, and any such device discovered in the village was immediately destroyed. Mary was for too cunning to be caught though, and consequently she had built up quite an infamous repertoire in both Mortem and her home village, Potentias.

Mary smirked to herself at the crude flirtatious messages she received - she had caught the attention of a significant number of the young men of Mortem. Reflecting on her current admirer, Mary was completely oblivious to the silhouette that emerged ahead of her out of the fog.

"Oooh, now aren't you a pretty one?"

Mary's eyes flicked upwards, assessing the thug that drooled unattractively before her.

"And what do you want, pervert?"

"Oh, I think you know what I want missie. Don't bother putting up a fight.... Nobody will hear your screams down here....."

Mary started to back up, but the man lunged forwards, knocking her aside like a measly fly. Advancing on her with a powerful glare in his eye, the man was confident that he would get his way with this seemingly defenceless girl.

Allowing him to get just close enough, Mary zoned out into subconsciousness. She detached her mind, and entered the man's thoughts - his hopes, memories, but most importantly his fears. Mary grasped onto the most prominent dread, and inflated it to massive proportions. The man's eyes widened in sheer terror as his deepest fear resounded menacingly in his head.

"What the hell?! Oh my god....."

Mary took advantage, and brought him tumbling to the ground with a precise kick to the groin. The man's cries rang out clearly, more out of mental pain than physical.

"What have you done to me you bitch?"

Mary circled the man tauntingly, gaining twisted enjoyment from his misery.

"Sick freak! You ever try anything on with me, or anybody else ever again, and I will destroy you. Understand me?"

The man nodded pitifully, desperately trying to erase the images of his family being murdered from inside his mind. Mary tutted patronisingly as she calmly walked away from the scene, leaving the man writhing and hammering his fists onto his skull.

"Get over it! It won't even last that long!"