Justice and Pine Freshness

The first thought that found purchase was that he was cold, covered in dirt, sore, and sitting none-too-comfortably on a log. 'I should head back and get cleaned up,' John thought idly.

"Would you like to be taken to your residence and made clean?" the voice asked suddenly.

"Ahhh!!" yelled John. "Holy crap, you can read my thoughts!? Why didn't you tell me that before. What if I had thought about a Zombie apocalypse or something?"

"You will be asked for confirmation before your wish is acted upon. A wish need not be stated out loud, nor its confirmation. Also, please note that the event known as a zombie apocalypse violates two of the restrictions on your power, as it would both end humanity and destroy the world."

"I get it, I get it. Please hold down the long soliloquies," said John somewhat sharply. "Anyway, I can't go back to my room. Mike just tried to kill me, who knows what he'll do next time. Oh, man, what do I do? I can't stay here and I can't go back..." John began pacing, but was stopped by a blinding pain in his ankle. "Crap, I must've sprained it in the pit," he exclaimed, quickly sitting back down on the log. "Crap. Can you make it so my injuries heal instantly, without any pain? While we're at it, how 'bout no more diseases?" John gave a mental affirmative, and instantly felt better. "I could get used to this."

"That's it!" He jumped up again, this time pacing without impediment. "I must have had residual brain damage from the fall. I don't need to worry about Mike, I can use this power to get even. Man, he tried to kill, should I kill him?" John thought for a minute. "No, as much as I hate him, I couldn't do that. How about this: I wish Mike and his friends got what they deserve, and that they can never harm me or anyone I know ever again! That'll fix him. Now, how about being back in my room and cleaned up?"

One second he was in the middle of the forest, the next he was sitting on his bed, slightly disoriented, but pine fresh. Fortunately, His roommate, Eli Briggs, was not there, or the sudden appearance would have required some explaining.

"Whoa, I better be careful with that. Major vertigo." Despite his unusual entrance, John had something of a routine that went with coming back from classes, and so he reflexively reached over and turned on the news.

"...and our top story tonight: 7 players from the Machen U Diamondbacks were arrested earlier today on multiple **** charges. Police have not released an official list of names, however star halfback Michael James was seen earlier being led out by several police officers." The picture cut to a film of Mike being led out to a cop car in handcuffs. The time was approximately when he and the others had been chasing John. "Police report that they have positively linked the players to 2 murders of top academic students both at Machen and 3 at their high school, Washetta Town High. Washetta made the news last year when the gym instructor there, Frank Rorschach, was discovered to be serially stalking and murdering the school's top academic performers. Rorschach was unapologetic, claiming that he was 'clearing the world of unneeded weakling baggage'. Although he was believed by many to be criminally insane, he was deemed fit for trial and was sentenced to **** earlier this year. The murders that the Machen players are accused of were originally thought to be Rorschach's work, however police have now revealed that forensic evidence and records of his movements indicated that another party was responsible. The Machen players are believed to be emulating him..."

John killed the news feed, sickened by what he had heard. "I meant it when I said 'what they deserve'. Make sure they get the maximum penalty for what they did."

John lay down on his bed. 'This is just too heavy. I hope tomorrow turns out better...I smell disturbingly good right now'