Mike stopped in his tracks as he spotted Floyd’s car filled with smoke several meters away. He couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of his roommate’s lifestyle. Sure, Mike was a fan of the THC, but he used it in spread out or smaller doses than Floyd. He wondered who Floyd could be hotboxing with, and then… let’s just say Mike’s power was very kind to his curiosity. Mike could hear Floyd’s thoughts first, which didn’t impress him in the least. [i]The passenger! Who’s the passenger?![/i] Mike focused hard, before a female’s face flashed in his mind and made his head throb with pain.

“Fuck!” Mike yelled in front of the dorm. Students nearby looked at him oddly as he massaged his temples. He squinted his eyes at the car as the pain slowly faded. He hadn’t gotten into the other person’s head, but he managed to pull something out of Floyd. Mike shook it off, and walked away into McRae Hall, his dorm. Little did he know, he accidentally cracked the passenger side mirror of a car that was beside him. It all happened at the time of his head throb. [i]Damn that hurt. And who was… Don’t tell me she was the person in the car.[/i] Mike thought on it as he entered the elevator and pressed the button to his floor.“No fucking way.” He said to himself alone in the elevator. [i]He didn’t give me that information… I took it, just like with Astrid! That shit fucking hurts though.[/i] Mike was now only rubbing his right temple as he stepped out of the elevator on the fourth floor. [i]Mike Parkman…[/i] Mike thought with a smirk. As crazy as this all was, why complain? Every part of this was crazy, but where were the downsides?

As Mike entered his dorm room, his eyes immediately looked into the bedroom at his bed. It was what he had been waiting for ever since he stepped out. Taking a nap would be perfect. 

“Fuck it… I wanna play with my [i]superpowers![/i]” Mike said the last word in a deep cliché superhero-like voice. He was looking awfully smug before reaching out toward the kitchen counter. “Get over here!” Mike imitated Scorpion from Mortal Kombat. The dish rack then toppled into the sink after being pushed by an invisible force. The sound of plates, bowls, and utensils clattered against each other loudly in the sink, making Mike flinch. “No more dishes.” Mike said with a shake of his head before going into his room and looking to his desk at a pen. He smirked at it before the thought of stabbing himself in the eye caused him to cease his look of optimism. Mike looked uneasy, but had a better and safer idea. He grabbed his notebook beside the pen and tore a blank sheet of paper from the back of it. In his hands, Mike crumpled up the paper into a ball and set it on his desk. Mike reached out toward the paper ball and watched as it rocked forward and backward. He’d pulled someone’s leg and crushed an ant. Why couldn’t he just push and pull a paper ball across his desk? 

He scowled at the paper ball as he retracted his hand and balled his fists. At the same moment, the paper crackled as it tightened up. [i]Hmm…[/i] He held his hand out once again, and the paper ball flew straight into his hand. He caught the paper and took a good look at it in his hand. Mike couldn’t figure out what he had really done different, but he felt better knowing that there was a trick to the power of telekinesis.