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"I'm going to die," Ashely cried out as he was running to his class that was going to start in a few minutes.

"Hurry up Ashy," Clair called behind her. "It's your fault for sleeping in," She said as ran with Ashely to try and make it to their class on time.

"I knoooooooow," Ashely cried again as he tried to keep up but was still too sleepy.

Both Clair and Ashely ran across campus to try and make it to their Math class. As they were running Ashely couldn't help but recall how good of a friend Clair has been to him all these years...

 

 

It all started before Ashely was born. Ashely wasn't supposed to be a boy. When his parents went to check on his development as a baby, the doctors accidently identified him as a female and not a male. His parents were so happy about the good news that they went ahead and prepared for their child's arrival. They went and picked out clothes, bought some toys, and even painted his room a comforting pink. They even had a name decided and everything. It was quite a shock in the delivery room when Ashely's mom gave birth to not a baby girl but a baby boy. Ashely's parents loved him and didn't care what gender he was like any other parent should, but they did spend a little too much beforehand and weren't able to repaint the room or replace the items already purchased for him. Ashely didn't remember too much before meeting Clair but there were still a few pictures of him as a baby in some very cute and girly clothes.

Ashely didn't meet Clair until preschool. Clair was the first person to greet him and they had been best friends since. They became such close friend that they couldn't stay apart. Clair would have a play date with Ashely ever week and they would play dress up or tea party. And Clair would come over and play with Ashely whenever she could. Ashely still remembers those innocent days, always laughing and having fun together not a care in the world. Then grade school came around. It was hard on Ashely because it was the first time that he met any bullies in his life. Any time they could durring recess or after classes, they would corner Ashely and do some horrible things to him. This went on for the first couple of years. That was until Clair found out. Ashely still remembered crying as one of the kids knocked him down and was trying to force him to take off his clothes teasing him about they needed to make sure he was a boy. Just as they were about to pull his shirt off, out of nowhere like a super hero, Clair did a flying kick to one of the bully's face sending him flying. Ashely watched Clair fend off all four of his bullies leaving them bleeding and crying for their parents. Thanks to her self-defense classes her parents made her take since a child, she was a force to recon with. Never before had anyone stood up for Ashely like that.

"T-t-hank you," Ashley thanked Clair.

Clair looked at him with anger on her face, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Ashley was just confused, "What?"

"I'm your friend, why didn't you tell me they were bothering you? You've been acting weird for a long time and you didn't tell me that you were being picked on. Why?"

Sniffing, Ashely looked down, "I didn't want to bother anyone."

Ashely was shocked when Clair hugged him, "That's what friends do, silly. They help each other." She then gave him a stern look, "If they every bother you again, you better tell me, or else."

Not wanting to see her fury like the bullies did that day, Ashely did just that. The rest of middle schoolers were terrified of Clair and what she could do if anyone picked on her Ashely. Ashely enjoyed the last year of grade school, but sadly Clair's parents had to move. By moving, Clair had to switch which school she went to, leaving Ashley by himself. Ashely was devastated that his best friend had to leave and would never see her again. Unfortunately, with her gone, Ashely was then targeted by more bullies from his new school. Ashely thought it was bad in grade school, but middle school was so much worse. Ashely couldn't do anything as he was bullied and picked on to the point that he pretended to be sick just to miss school. It only got worse as the years went on until one horrible night Ashely's parents died in a car accident. In the darkest time in his life, Ashely truly knew pain.

That was until a strange man in a dark hoodie came by and told him that everything would get better. That moment seemed more like a dream then actual reality. Ashely didn't know who he was or what he meant but as soon as he appeared did he vanish. That man was Ashely dark angel, for the next day Clair's parents adopted him. With no legal guardian or any relatives to take care of Ashely, they stepped in and made sure that he became their son. Never had Ashely been so happy. He was able to be back with Clair. Ashely's new parents were able to get him in Clair's new school. It was like a dream came true as he was reunited with his childhood friend. The new school was nice too, everyone seemed to like him and care about him, nothing like his old school. Even better was when he learned about his gift.

It was one day when he was walking with Clair through the mall just having fun and chatting together, when he came across one of his bullies from the previous school. Ashely was so terrified for not only himself but then he was also scarred for Clair. Ashley realized that if Clair tried to protect him like when they were kids, she could get really hurt. It was like a nightmare when Ashely noticed the bully recognize him and come after him with a grin on his face. The large kid was walking after them and was planning something evil from that devilish grin. Hoping to keep the Bully away from Clair, Ashely told her that he had to use the bathroom he headed to the rest room. Ashely was frightened but also glade to find that the bully did just that. Lucky him.

Heading to one of the stalls in the bathroom, Ashely locked himself in hoping that the bully would leave him be. He didn't.

"Come on out Ashely," He snickered. "You don't know how much I missed you. Come on," He kept pounding on the stall threating to break the door with his massive strength. "Open up or I'll break this door down and make you wish you never were born!"

"Go away," Ashely said meekly as he waited for him to vanish. If only wasn't so large. Like maybe the size of an ant or something...

No sooner did he pray for that to happen did the shaking of the stall stop.

"Bill..." Ashely called out at his bully, but got no response. Slowly he got up off the toilet that he was huddled on. Thinking it was a trick, Ashely looked from under the stall to see any feet but saw nothing. No sooner did he look down did he see a small moving ant. Ashely pulled back in disgust. He hated insects. "At least it's not Bill," Ashely said to himself. Opening the stall, Ashely looked around trying to make sure that Bill wasn't hiding. When he was satisfied that he was gone, Ashely let out a relived sigh. Thank goodness. He was so scarred that he nearly peed himself from the encounter. Deciding to empty his bladder while he was here, Ashely used the stall he was in. Ashely let out his pent-up urine. As soon as he was done he looked down to pull up his shorts to notice that bothersome bug from before heading for him.

"Eww, go away," Ashely said but the bug didn't listen. It kept coming toward Ashely as if wanting him to do something for him. Letting out a disgusted sound he picked up the bug and dropped it the toilet. "If only getting rid of Bill was this easy," Ashely said flushing the toilet and the ant down the drain. He left the bathroom and meet with Clair. He told Clair that they should head home, but not why, thankful they didn't come across Bill again.

It wasn't until later that he learned more about his gift from a few accidental incidents like before. It had been a few months later that he fully understood his powers that he recalled the event with Bill and the ant incident. That night, Ashely got his first hard on at the thought of Bill being flushed down a toilet.

 

 

Later in life, Ashely and Clair were enrolled in the same High school. That's when he started to use his powers more and more. The first time he used them in High school was another mistake. He was on his first date with a pretty girl named Brittany and were at a café. Sadly, Ashely was so nervous that he didn't eat breakfast that morning and was so hungry by the time of their date. He was waiting for Brittany to place an order but she was just taking so long to pick something. It happened by accident but Ashely couldn't stop himself. As a waiter walked by with a warm and deliciously smelling apple pie, he was thinking how much he wanted one right now. Suddenly Brittany stop talking.

Ashely looked back to Brittany and found that she was gone and in her place on the table was a hot slice of apple pie. Ashley looked around and saw that Brittany wasn't around. He went over and sat in the same seat that Brittany was just in.

"I'm soooo sorry about this, I'll turn you back," Ashely apologized. Ashely tried to concentrate on changing Brittany back, but his stomach growled in protest. It was a nice-looking pie. Would be a shame...

"But-" Ashely said slowly picking up a fork. "I'm really hungry. Just a taste," No sooner did he say that did he press the metallic object into the fresh pie and felt it cut into the dessert just barely. Ashely thought he heard a scream but figured he was making it up in his mind. It wasn't like Brittany could feel anything right now, she was a pie. Ashley took a bite from the pie and he instantly melted. His resolve was gone as he went for a little more, "Sorry just one more taste I swear." Again, he thought he heard a phantom cry again but brushed it off. He took another bite and made a sound of delight. "You just taste too good," Ashely told her. It wasn't long before Ashely devoured the piece of pie before he realized what he was doing. He felt bad but, it was some damn good pie.

It wasn't until later that he learned that the more he used this gift that the more powerful he became. It was easier to use the ability and he even was able to hear his victims more clearly than before. It wasn't until his second year of high school did he master his powers.

It was right around the time Clair went on her first date with a boy named Daryl that Ashely came to understand more about his power to change reality. Clair had never dated anyone before, in fact a lot of the boys stayed away from her due to the rumors about how she used to beat up boys when she was a kid. It was a dumb rumor and Daryl didn't believe such a cute girl could be like that. However, when he asked her out, her parents wouldn't allow them to be alone by themselves. Clair begged Ashely to come with them and watch over them instead of her parents which everyone agree would be ok. Ashely didn't want to but Clair begged him, so he had to.

All three of them went to the movies later that week. Clair picked some sappy movie that Daryl agreed to watch. When they found their seats, Clair told them she would go to the bathroom and be right back. Leaving just Ashely and Daryl alone. Ashely was bored as he sat there in the theater with nothing to really talk about with Daryl.

Ashely was kind of hungry, but didn't want to get up. He could ask Daryl if he minded getting him a hot dog, but thought it would be rude. So instead he turned Daryl into a hot dog on the spot. No sooner did that happened did Clair come back.

"Oh, you got some food, nice. Where's Daryl," Clair asked worried that she didn't see him in his seat.

"Oh." Ashely felt bad about what he was about to say. "He.. um... He told me he didn't want to watch the stupid movie and left."

"What," Clair said sounding shocked. She tried to text and call him but he didn't answer. "He... did he just dump me," Clair asked in complete distraught.

"I'm sorry," Ashely said helping her through this. It was hard comforting her with Daryl screaming and shouting at Ashely to tell the truth and to get Clair's attention. Ashely had to say something to help her, "I'm here for you, and I always will be. You looked out for me when we were kids, now it's my turn."

Sniffing back her tears, Clair hugged him, "You're the best friend slash brother," she told him.

"And you're my best friend slash sister," He replied. It was their thing they said ever since he was adopted by her parents.

The movie was starting and Ashely asked if she would like to share the hot dog. They both enjoyed the movie and split Daryl in half enjoying how good it tasted. Ashely didn't know which he enjoyed more, the movie or the sounds that Daryl made as both he and Clair consumed him.

Ever since then Ashely looked out for Clair like he told her. Anytime she found someone that wasn't up to Ashely's standards or broke her heart, Ashely made sure that they paid for it.

 

 

Clair opened the doors to the campus math building and looked back at Ashely.

"You need to work out," Clair joked at how slow Ashely was.

"Sorry," Ashely gasped as he ran into the math building, "I," he gasped again. "Don't, GASP, run, GASP, track," he finally got out while trying to catch his breath.

"Come on, we still got two flights of stairs to go," Clair said already running up the stairs.

"Nooooo," Ashely groaned crawling up each stair in pain. "Clair, carry me," Ashely begged.

"Come on slowpoke," Clair called out at the top of the stairs.

It wasn't long before Ashely and Clair made it to their math class just in time as, professor Steven came walking in.

"Ash, are you ok," his professor asked looking concerned for him. Ashely looked like he was about to pass out.

"Y-y-yes," Ashely said trying not to look too embarrassed as the hot young professor gave him some personal attention.

Ashely quickly took his seat next to Clair. Who nudged Ashely and gave him a grin, "Quite flirting with Professor hottie."

"Shhhhhh," Ashely glared at Clair who couldn't help but giggle. Ashely looked up at the professor hopping he didn't hear Clair.

"Ok class, let's pick up with where we left off," Professor Steven said as he turned toward the board and started to write on it.

Ashely let out a relived sigh and glared at Clair who couldn't help but look so mischievous. "Are you going to finally ask him out," Clair asked.

"Shut up," Ashely whispered to her.

"What," Clair tried to act innocent.

Ashely did his best to take notes but it was hard while his crush was up there being so distracting. It was even worse when Clair decided to tease him.

She always knew who Ashely liked and knew all about his sexual preferences. As much as Ashely looked out for Clair, she did the same for him. For example, one time he had a crush on the high school quarterback, so Clair joined the cheerleaders to try and hook them up. It turned out he wasn't interested, but that was ok, because the head cheerleader was. Clair got them to do 7 minutes in heaven at one of their parties. Ashely could never thank her enough.

So deciding to help Ashely out again she called Professor Steven over. "Mr. Steven, I need help with this problem."

Professor Steven came over and looked down at Ashely's desk. "Which one?"

"This one," She said pointing to one of the problems that they were going over. It just happened to be on the opposite side of the desk. Professor Steven had to bend forward over her desk to look at the problem. Ashely couldn't help but look over at Professor Steven as he was helping Clair. It was then that Ashely could see that gorgeous rump pointing out and directly toward him due to his set being right next to Clair.

Clair played dumb for as long as she could, eyeing Ashely who couldn't stop staring at the professor. Finally, when professor Steven walked her through the problem he leaned back up and headed back to the front of the classroom. Clair mouthed to Ashely, "Did you enjoy that?" Ashely turned beet red and did his best not to look Professor Steven in the face as he taught the remainder of the class.

After the class was over and everyone left Ashely glared at Clair who couldn't help but laugh. "Why did you do that?"

"What? I thought you would be thanking me," Clair said defensively. "Did you not like it?"

"I wouldn't say that..." Ashely said unable to look Clair in the face.

"Ha I knew it! You owe me," Clair told him.

"Fine," Ashely said giving up. "I owe you."

"Good, because I need you to help me out this weekend."

"With what," Ashely asked a little worried. Something like getting a hot teacher to bend over in front of you had to cost you big time.

"So, there's this party this weekend that Sally is throwing," Clair said.

"Right, and?" Ashely asked not following.

"I need you to ask your roommates to invite some single MALE friends."

"That's it?" Ashely asked.

Clair nodded, "Yep."

Ashely couldn't help but laugh, "I thought it was going to be something hard. Ok, yeah I'll talk to them."

"Good, and if everything goes good, maybe I'll get you a date with Professor Steven."

Ashely couldn't help but get embarrassed, "Stop. It's not like that," He said defensively.

"Sure it isn't," Clair teased. "I got to go, my class is starting soon. I'll talk to you later."

Ashely nodded as he watched Clair jog to her next class leaving him to head to his next class. Ashely walked into his class and took his seat. It was psychology, a required course for his degree. It was such a bore though. Ashely could care less, and the exams were simple. He wished he didn't have to take the course but as a required class it was a must.

So, Ashely sat down in his seat and waited for the class to begin. It wasn't long before the older women who taught it started to blabber on and on about something silly that Ashely was sure a dumb topic. Sighing in boredom Ashely propped one of his hand up on his desk and pulled out his notebook. Flipping through some pages he landed on the page he wanted...

 

 

Erick was blinded by a bright light as he looked up at an enormous face. He didn't recognize it at all. All he knew was that it looked extremely bored and uninterested. Where was he? What was going on? There were so many questions that he had but he didn't know where to start. He tried to move his body but found he couldn't. Just as he was going to ask out loud another large head came into view. It was another person leaning over looking at him for whatever reason.

"Wow, did you drawl that? Your pretty good. It looks so real," he said.

"Thanks," the first Giant remarked. He still seemed bored as there was a monotoned voice in the background that Erick couldn't make out. The first Giant leaned his head up against his left upturned palm of his hand as he looked down at Erick. Again, before Erick could ask anything the Giant's large free hand came into Erick's view as it was holding a pencil. Erick was so confused and lost that he didn't realize that something felt wrong about this right now. Suddenly the pencil came down near Erick with the eraser head aimed down. Suddenly he felt pressure then an intense pain run up his foot as if someone took his leg and set it down on a burning hot stove.

Erick screamed out in pain as he felt his foot burn more and more almost as if in pace with the pencil movements. It lasted a few seconds but when it was done, the enormous pencil came up and back into Ericks view. Erick couldn't fell anything in his left foot... it was like he didn't have a foot anymore.

"Help," Erick cried out to the Giant. To Erick's horror he watched the Giant give him no regards as he moved the eraser back down again aiming for somewhere else. Suddenly he felt that searing pain and heat as his right arm started to burn.

"STOP!" Erick screamed as he felt what he figured was the eraser burning his arm off. Finally, the pain disappeared along with any sensation he had of his right hand. Erick was bawling right now as he watched the Giant remove the pencil.

"What should I erase next," the Giant asked quietly.

"Please, just stop it."

"Hmmm," the Giant thought as he poked his chin with the eraser in his hand. "Oh," he said as he got an idea. The eraser came down again. The Giant moved his hand and pencil straight across and Erick felt that scorching pain rip through his legs leaving him with the feeling that someone took out both his legs below his thighs.

"GAHHHHH," Erick cried out again as he felt more of his body being removed from him. Erick still had no idea what was going on but he knew that whoever this Giant was, he was enjoying himself from the pain he was causing.

The Giant started to hum to himself quietly as he moved his pencil around Erick causing pain to flare up at random parts of his body. His hips, left arm, the last parts of his legs, part of his face. It wasn't long before all that Erick had left was his chest and his head with a few parts missing like his right ear. Erick still didn't get an answer from the cruel Giant that kept playing with him. All Erick knew was that no one else noticed his cries for help or from the pain that was being inflicted on him, only the Giant did. And every cry of pain only seemed to ease that bored look on his face.

"Let's add some more to you," The Giant said flipping the pencil around so the tip was pointed at Eric. Slowly the Giant drew a solid line across Eric's chest and he felt a new sensation. It was like someone pushed a giant metal bar through him as he felt a stabbing pain follow the mark. Then without waiting for Erick to recover the Giant brought the pencil back again and did another line diagonally from Erick's right shoulder to his left hip. Again, there was the painful piercing sensation as the line dug into Erick's body. Erick let out new sounds of pain filled wails as the Giant added line after line making Erick feel like he was just stabbed by 20 different metal bars. Finally, it seemed like the Giant was done torment him when he gave Erick a grin.

"Almost done. Let me add the finishing touches..."

Suddenly the Giant brought his pencil down below Erick and started to move it back and forth slowly building up speed until it was faster and faster and became a blur of motion.

"WHYYYYYY," Erick cried out.

The Giant didn't answer as he moved his hand up very slowly toward Erick's head. The moment it touched his body Erick screamed in pain as it felt like his body was being put through a grinder as each line across him tore him to bits as it wrote over his very existence. The painful shredding slowly worked it's way up toward Erick.

"STOP, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!"

But it didn't, as the movement ascended more and more until there was nothing left of Erick.

Ashely couldn't help but grin at the black mark on his paper that was left of his latest victim.

"I'll see you all next class," the teacher said signaling the end of class.

"Just in time too," Ashely thought as he started to get up and leave.

Before he could close his notebook the student next to him looked over at the black pencil mark in his notebook. His classmate looked confused as to why he would destroy such good art only to get a response from him.

Ashely just smiled, "I can always make more."

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