Eat first, party later.

We got out of the car and met with the others in a small pizzeria. Vanny and Joey didn't mention our talk and I couldn't say I wished they had. We ate and went on to the party's location on foot. It was just a few minutes walk. The party itself was as expected: shitty music and a crowd I didn't feel comfortable around. Also with so many people cramped together, it became increasingly difficult to keep the voices and feelings out of my head. It helped to drain the occasional party goer who accidentally touched me when they passed by though.

A few hours later I stood offside with Jaz, making out. „You know Joey and Vanny told me, you'ld be up to letting them suck your dick as long as I'm okay with it”, Jaz told me in a sultry voice. „Well that's not what I said but... Wait. What are you trying to tell me?” I sensed she was disinhibited from the **** and also aroused by the thought to share me - not really in the sharing is caring kinda sensed but to show off. So I decided to play along and ask her in a playful way. „Are you okay with that? You wouldn't mind sharing me with these two hot brunettes?” „You think there'ld be enough for the three of us?” „I think you shouldn't be left out or **** to watch from the sideline.” „I think you horny fucker would just love to have three mouths on your cock rather than two.” „Of course I would. Who wouldn't?” „Hmmm, only if today, your mine and mine alone.” „I like your way of thinking, Jaz.” Of course that answer didn't mean she'ld still be okay with it when she had sobered up but it was a start and maybe a good first step to steer things towards an open relationship. Like the one I was constantly telling people I had.

We continued to make out when Joey came to us. Jaz' friend, the curvy blonde had thrown up. Luckily in the ladies room. I rolled my eyes and agreed to help. We managed to get her a coke, some fresh air and a taxi home. I was quite happy I wasn't the one who had to drive her home, although she looked like a normal drunken person when she entered the taxi. Also she was accompanied by Joey and Vanny. When we went back in, I was done with the party and so was Jaz. Sammy wanted to stay at the party and the red head had engaged with a young man she seemingly planned to devour in the middle of the dance floor. So it was only me and Jaz for the ride home. I had parked the car near the small pizzeria and we walked together through the dark side streets and unlit pedestrian subways leading us there.

We had almost reached the car when I felt a presence, we weren't alone in the parking lot. Jaz wasn't at my side but a few meters in front of me, teasing me to go faster. The parking lot was dark, not even close to the center of the small town and there were no people there at this time of the night, or there should have been no people there. Suddenly a figure appeared from between two cars. He approached Jaz from behind, grabbed her by the jacket and pulling her in stranglehold position. His free hand produced a knife and put it to Jaz' throat. „Stop right there asshole!” Fitties voice. I had seen that loser at the party but was glad he didn't bothered to came close to Jaz or me.

„Fittie, stop that bullshit!” I raised my hand in defense and to show that I was unarmed. Jaz was shocked. Her whole body was shivering. It seemed like the situation was making her relive a trauma. I could tell she wanted to turn around and kick her Ex in the nuts but the knife and sheer horror kept in place. „Stop right there!” He yelled at me, when I moved slowly so I could see him better. Of course I backed down, I didn't know what to do. There was no way I could have reached him in time. A wrong move on my side would mean at least a severe injury for Jaz. In my desperation I attempted to read his mind, find a way to distract him or maybe spot the right time to make a move. I looked at him and entered his mind. A red hot fog had settled in his mind. He was raging with jealousy, sexual jealousy. There was no respect or even love for Jaz and at this point I wondered if there ever was. He considered her a plaything...

What? Holy Shit! Now?!? Now you come up with that moral bullshit again? I think there is a difference here: Yes, I manipulated her to let me fuck her throat. No, I don't consider that a sign of respect nor love! But fuck it! What I did, she enjoyed it! He held a fucking knife to her throat! And I am one fucking hundred percent sure she didn't enjoy that! Look, I never said, I was going to be the hero here or the good guy. Now let's get on with the story, shall we. I think you'll like what happened and I can rest assured, you will stop seeing me as some kind of hero character in this story.

Alright, where were we? Fittie held a knife to Jaz's throat and I had entered his mind. Through all the rage and jealousy I could at least tell, he had no intention of killing her but he was drunk and gave a shit for her wellbeing mentally or physically. He was more than willing to hurt her. Although the throat was at this point a bluff. „Fittie calm down. What do you think you're doing here?” He smirked. „Why me? This is about you and her. She will suck my cock. And you loser will watch her. And when I came in her mouth you can have her.” He paused. „Maybe I will make her kiss you so you will always remember that she is mine!” „You're a sick bastard. Get some help”, okay that probably wasn't the cleverest response I could have come up with. I saw Jaz's eyes widen even further displaying horror and disgust as she recognized his plan. I made a step towards him and I saw the muscles in his arm tense, I followed the movement of the knife and I heard Jaz gasp as the cold metal pierced her skin. I could see the expression on her face as she feared for her life. And time came to grinding halt as I was violently pulled out of my own body, through Fitties mind and into the deeper layers of his self, where the connections between mind and body are defined. I never knew I could enter this layers without direct skin contact and I didn't have a plan of what to do there. It all just happened. It was as if an older and more aggressive part of my self knew what to do and how to go for it. A visceral impulse pulled me through the seemingly endless space between the two glowing planes and towards a large column of radiant strands. I leashed out at them, not twisting or warping them but wholly separating them. I instinctively knew the effect would be devastating but not lasting and as quickly as I had been drawn here I was pulled back into my own body. Jaz' face was still showing the same expression as before, but Fittie showed a nice expression of irritation growing into panic. He was frozen in place, his limbs numb and slack not obeying his command. Jaz was the first to notice as it became easy for her to push his hand with the knife down and away from her throat. I felt exhausted, hungry. The energy in my body was weakened and severely drained. As I rushed in I felt my palms tickle like from an electrical surge. „Get away from him!” Jaz freed herself from his hold and stepped aside. I grabbed the hand with the knife, pushed it up and moved around it passing through under his elbow, getting the knife hand in a wrist lock just in time for the paralyzing effect of my previous attack to wear off. But for Fittie it was too late. With my palms making skin contact I felt him wither as the strange energy like feeling that always accompanied my powers and that I could sense at any moment ever since it had awakened in me, grew stronger and stronger. This drain wasn't like stealing a little bit of energy from a passer-by. It was almost violent. I managed to finish the technique without any notable resistance, with the tip of the blade pointing towards Fitties face, creating a moment of distraction I could use to bring him down. When he was lying at the cold asphalt of the parking lot, I removed the knife from his hand and threw it away into some bushes. I didn't care for the knife. I had something else in mind. Something far more cruel.

He was laying on his stomach, so he had to turn his face to the side. I kneeled down on his back. This was a potentially dangerous and stupid move because it meant I had to let go of the wrist lock which was a kind of insurance for me. But I had to go for his face. Luckily he was too drunk and way to perplexed to put up a real fight. I don't think without my powers and against a sober, potentially stronger opponent my beginner level self defense capabilities would have done me much good. But here and now, the odds were in my favor. One hand still on his wrist, now pushed down on his back, the other hand on his face, keeping his upper eye open, I had everything I needed: direct skin and eye contact, a drained, dazed and drunken opponent who was alone... It was easy. I cut through the outer layers of his mind without putting a strain on me. Again I floated between the two glowing planes but this time I had a plan. I knew what I was looking for and when I found the strands I wanted to tear apart, I had every intention of making the damage permanent. Some neighboring strands I reconnected as I saw fit and another one I sought to strengthen. All this I did with the intention to making the changes permanent and I had a good feeling they were.

When I left, I stopped in the more conscious part of his mind, now not only clouded by **** but also darkened by fear. I thought about what I had learned in American literature: The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown. As good old Mr. Lovecraft had put it eloquently. I projected an image of myself in his mind, thinking of depictions of Nyarlathotep, the crawling chaos, faceless god of a thousand forms, stalker among the stars. With an unhumanly deep and fluctuating voice I spoke to him in his mind: „You pathetic little fool, you have messed with the wrong being. I thought about killing you but I decided it would be more fun to make your life a fitting punishment for the transgressions you have committed. You will be forever horny but your ludicrous little prick will stay limp and numb. The only way for you to get a brief easement after today, you will find by offering up your ass.” Then I left him and got up.

I was exhausted again. There was nothing left in Fittie I could drain to feed my hunger but I had other concerns anyway. Jaz was weakly leaning towards my car. She was panting and holding her throat. Blood was leaking through her fingers. I rushed towards her. It looked bad but she had some drinks. I hoped the cut wasn't deep. I guided her to the passenger seat, got in my car and drove to the hospital. Jaz was looking at me obviously not knowing what to say. „I'm sorry Jaz, I should have been faster.” Her voice was hoarse. „It's... okay. I think... I think you saved my life.” „Let's talk later. Get you patched up first.”

I drove quickly to the hospital and got her in. A nurse decided she needed immediate care and I had to fill out some forms. Luckily Jaz was the one to talk to the doctors about how she got cut. The whole procedure didn't take too long. The waiting time I spent meditating, quenching the worst hunger and leveling my energy levels to some point. Turns out, the first cut isn't always the deepest. Her injury was only superficial. Though this was by sheer luck the doctor's told us. Fittie had apparently missed a vital artery only by millimeters. Jaz didn't need to stay though, we could drive home. She wanted to stay with me tonight and I was happy to oblige. We headed for my place. The first few minutes went by in silence. Then Jaz started talking. „D? Tell me what did you do back there?” „Uhmm sure. The technique is called...” „No. I'm not talking about that. Before that. He was cutting me. I felt the knife on my throat and then... He stopped. He could have killed me, but he just stopped.” I tried to calm her. „It's okay. Your okay, Jaz. I don't think he wanted to kill you. And I think when he realized what he was doing, he... he stopped.” She shook her head. „And later, when you were upon him. What happened there?” „What do you mean? I had him in a wrist lock. I could have broken his wrist but he knew he was defeated. It was more important to get you help.” „When you touched his face, I... I'm not... I cannot...” „What is it, Jaz?” I tried to sound normal and blithe. „I... You... Your hand and eyes... I swear I saw them... light up... glowing.” That was new to me. I had never noticed something like that. „You... You have done something to him, haven't you? You can tell me, I won't tell anyone. Just... Just tell me.” I sighed. „Alright. You promise not to tell anyone! Well... no one would believe you anyway. Even I sometimes don't believe it.” „What? What is it? Spit it out already.” „Alright. But, don't be mad at me, okay? And... And don't laugh! I... As I said. I sometimes don't believe it myself... But... Well sometimes I... I think... I think I can sense people's thoughts and uhmm, well... This is all still pretty new to me too... It seems... Well I think I can manipulate aspects of people when I have a close enough contact, like skin or eye contact. And uhmmm...” „What? You shitting me?” „Jaz! No... I... *sigh As I said. I'm not sure about it myself but that is how I knew when I could rush in and take him down.” She looked at me in suspicion and disbelief. „This is not funny you know? What did you do to him? Just tell the truth.” „Jaz, I'm trying... Okay, listen. I tell you what I think I did to him. And then we contact him tomorrow. If I'm right, we'll see. If I'm wrong, I need to see a head doctor.” She still shook her head, carefully though. „Alright you weirdo, what *do think you did to him?” „Well... You know me? I sought to make his life a fitting punishment for tonight: I...” I swallowed. This wasn't easy for me to talk about. „ I hope I completely destroyed his ability to have an erection. He will be horny as fuck though and when he want's to get off, he needs to do it with his ass.” Jaz laughed loudly, than she held her throat. „Ouch. I like your kind of humor.” I looked at her, as sincere and assertive as I could. „You... You serious?” „Yep.” A few seconds of silence. „Turn around!” „What?” „Turn the car around. I want to see that bastard.” „Jaz, you sure?” „If there is any chance you are right, I want to witness the humiliation done to him first hand. He deserves it, I can tell you that much! And if your wrong, we know what we're up against now. He doesn't stand a chance against both of us when he doesn't get to surprise us. And I get at least to kick his balls!”