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Seth's headaches had been quiet since lunch when he and Colin had their 'electric shock'.  He'd said good night and gone to his room for a few minutes of quiet before climbing into bed.  His parents had decided to spend some time together, and Seth heard them leave the driveway and head into Chicago to visit some clubs.

Seth contemplated a glass of water, when a pain shot up the back of his neck, and dug fingers into his skull behind his eyes.  The pain was blinding ans sent his straight to his knees.  Something else happened too, everything in the room was pushed away from him up against the walls.  His bed, dressor, everything was flung to the far corners of the room from where he collapsed, and then the pain withdrew.  The stabbing behind his eyes pulled back and he was left with with a dull ache in the back of his skull.

It took him a minute to catch his breath and focus his vision, then he saw everything in the room up against the walls.  Focusing his thoughts he reached out with mind and began to drag the bed back to it's place in the room.  the effort seemed less then it had before.  Pausing he thought about the implications, and then lifted the bed from the floor, something he hadn't managed to do before.  Shifting it to where it belonged he set it down.  Apparently, this ability of his was getting stronger.

((OOC: Consider yourself at Stage 2 in your power development.))

And then it donned on him. "Holy Fuck." "Holy fucked fuck."  

It was the first time he had cussed in recent memory. But this was....What was this. He knew there were people with powers out there. But, He couldn't be one of them. All evidence to the contrary. He had moved things....but tiny things... This was...A lot.

FUUUUCKKK his mind screamed. And he started to breath heavily. Was this what a panic attack felt like? Oh god.

Stop it. Keep it under control. He put some pants on, grabbed his key and headed out the front door. He thought about leaving a note, but they still wouldn't be back for hours. He got on his bike from the side yard, and started peddling to the park at the end of his neighborhood. It should be deserted by this time at night.

One he got there, he parked his bike behind a tree and made his way towards the middle of the park. His eyes adjusted to the dark, and he made sure that he didn't see anyone. It looked like there might be some people off in the distance, but they were probably just taking a night walk.

He found a good sized rock, maybe 5 pounds...and picked it up with his head. and what was weirder was that it actually moved. He floated it in the night air.

"Well i'll be damned." Seth said to no one in particular. "I wonder how far I can throw it."

He decided, it would probably be better to just throw it straight up. He didn't want to hit one of the neighbor's houses. So he hurled this rock that was just sitting there, floating in the air, under his control, straight up. And up it went....about 120 feet. Then it started to fall back to earth...Seth just barely managed to dodge his falling object which struck the ground with a dull thud and carved a hole into the ground 6 inches deep. "Oh man."

He wondered how much he could lift. He was going to have to figure out a way to do that. Maybe someone had a private gym. There was gym at school. Maybe he could test it during P.E., sneak into the weightroom when no one was there or something....

There was a snap behind him, he turned around to see some older teenager behind him. he had a bat in his hand and he looked super menacing.

Seth was scared. He wasn't exactly a fighter. And this kid looked big, and he looked mean.

"Kid, your on the wrong turf."

"I'm just going for a walk. No need to bother me. I'm gonna leave here."  Seth said quickly to diffuse the situation.

"I don't like your tone you little shit." And the teen moved towards Seth hoisting his bat, ready to swing.

Seth couldn't move. He was paraylzed in place. He shrunk down into the back of his head. Putting his arm ups to sheild his head, Seth all but wimpered.

The teen sneered. "Take this you smart alack cocksucker." And he swung the bat. Seth waited for the blow. It never came. He looked up, drawing his arms to his sides. The kid was wailing on him. Hitting him over and over again with the bat. But nothing came. It was deflected over some sort of invisible field. Seth realised that this was his doing. He was sheilding himself somehow.

"What the fuck?" the kid asked in disbelief.

"I'm not scared of you right now." And Seth decided to be more proactive. He pushed him. The same way he pushed the rock. The kid flew back incredibly fast. He crashed into a tree, wimpered and fell to the ground with a decided slump.

"Shit shit shit" Seth was panicking now. He knew it. What if he killed the guy? No, he was breathing. Everything was ok. It was dark, the kid probably didn't get a good look at him. He just needed to go home and sleep. Maybe this was all a dream.