The bell rang and Shane was out the door. He headed straight for the showers and got himself cleaned up. [i]Man I feel like shit...[/i], he thought once back in his room. He changed into some black jeans and a grey t-shirt before heading over to the library. On the way he couldn't help but feel somewhat awkward as he walked through the halls, he was used to simply flying wherever he needed to go and to be walking like this, not to mention the minor limp he had due to a sore leg from last class, just made it worse. Despite this his desire to shift was nonexistent, what he saw pretty much traumatized him. He was used to violence that's not what that was. What he was shown was a slaughterhouse. Arriving at the library he accessed a computer and began searching through the superhero and villain archives. The names and descriptions of various heroes and villains went down in an immense list which made Shane verbally say, "Holy shit" he figured this would take too much time and so filtered them out by selecting powers of interest. "Alright so telekinesis...flight...mind link...invisibility", with the tapping of the enter key he recieved the message, "No Results"

"Of course I'd be the first one with this...hold on", he had an idea. Perhaps he was simply just the first to get these powers from something else. That must be why he got it from the vial now it just was a matter of figuring out where the vial's contents came from. He inputted as much information as he knew about his powers as possible I to the general archives and eventually came across something which seemed to be the most likely cause of his powers..though this wasn't what he expected. The information stated a creature known as "Revenati", apparently these things have over the years appeared around the world but interaction between them and humans are rare and often hostile. These creatures had the same abilities as Shane and then some as well as similar appearance when in Rift form. Shane looked on in bewilderment at what these things were but no matter how much he read he still didn't have all the answeres he sought. "So that vial was it's blood? If thats the case is that thing living on in me through the blood?...son of a bitch I'm possessed!", he said before shutting off the computer. 

This wasn't good. He got some answers yeah but not the one he wanted. Could it be cured. For now the cure was to simply not shift. [i]Looks like your back to being a regular thief, Shane[/i], he thought to himself as he walked back to his room. He laid in his bed with his hands behind his head as he looked up to the ceiling he remembered he wanted to get some practice in again today. "Tonight then, when everyone's asleep. Not in the mood to share the space"