[H1][center][color=yellow]Michael Thomas
South Beach, Miami[/color][/center][/h1]

"Fuck..." Michael let out as he spat salty water from his mouth and walked towards the sand. It had taken nearly the entire day, but those dolphins got him to where he needed to be. He was glad he had submitted at least a dozen to his will or he may not have made it back to the United States this fast. From beach of a secluded island, to shallow waters of Miami. Even with his drenched clothes and aching stomach, he already saw this as an upgrade.

As his eyes became less blurry, he was able to finally see people. People he could touch and speak to.... people he could control. A smile spread across his face as he heard their thoughts all at once. When he had first obtained his ability, he hated how he had no control of what he would hear echoing through the minds of others. It took him many weeks to shut out the thoughts he did not want or need to hear. Now, he felt as if hearing everything was a blessing. He could hear people wondering why a man was dressed in a Polo shirt and jeans in the water or even the beach for that matter. He could hear the wandering thoughts of women laying on the beach to get that perfect tan. He could hear the dirty thoughts of Men peaking looks at those very women. The children playing, people craving food, distorted drunk thoughts, deep high thoughts... he could hear everything. 

"Yes..." Michael breathed heavily as he took everything in. He kept walking forward, and thoughts just became more plentiful. And then, they stopped simultaneously. His eyes shut as he heard the false sounds of the human mind. The lies and the secrets. The spoken words. "Daddy's home." He said as his feet finally touched the dry sand. "Hey you! I need a dry shirt." Michael said as he pointed to a man sitting on his towel. The man gave him an odd look, which Michael fully expected.

"Huh?" The man was wondering who this guy was talking to, because he had nothing to give him.

[i][color=yellow]Give me your fucking shirt, your towel, and I'll take you shorts... just for now at least.[/color][/i] Michael did not really feel like wearing another man's shorts, but the guy was about his size and he wanted to be dry again. Michael watched in amazement as the man stared at him blankly and gave passed his towel to him. Michael immediately began drying himself off as the man removed his clothes. "Good thing you wore some decent boxers or boxers at all. Thanks." Michael said as he grabbed the shirt and shorts from the man. 

"Anytime bro." The man said as he stood there.

"Seeya around." Michael said as he got bizarre looks. [i][color=yellow]Mind your business.[/color][/i] 

Everyone paying any attention to Michael immediately ignored his presence. He chuckled at the power he held over the human mind. [i]Now that I've stretched my legs, it's time to really do some shit. Whether they know it or not, I'm going to tear them apart.[/i] As the young man exhaled, countless bodies dropped on the beach. He continued on. Quantum his target.