However furious Rick had been, when Brandon spoke he became terrified. Brandon's voice seemed somehow deeper and more dominating, and Rick suddenly felt like he wasn't masculine enough to confront them.
Rick managed to summon up the last of his courage and said "Could you please turn that music down, I'm trying to concentrate." but when he said it his voice seemed high-pitched and weak in comparison to Brandon's deep, strong voice.
Usually, Brandon would have done what his step-dad told him to and would have turned off the music and angrily stormed up to his room. But this time, for some reason, he didn't feel like he had to do what he was told. Ever since he'd heard the crash down in the basement and the strange pinkish haze had filled the room, Brandon had started to feel different...stronger...more masculine. He hadn't said anything about this to his friends because he didn't want to seem like a freak, but this was pretty wierd.
What Brandon didn't know was that his friends were feeling the same. As they'd been sitting in the kitchen, Brandon's friends Chris and Toby had also started feeling like real men, strong and masterful. Just the thought of Brandon's wussy little step-dad down in the basement had made them feel stronger and more angry with him.
Now, as his step-dad told him off in front of his friends, Brandon suddenly noticed how frail and small Rick looked, and how frightened his voice sounded. He didn't know what came over him, but he suddenly felt really angry with Rick for ordering him about. He suddenly thought, "HE shouldn't be telling ME what to do, I should be in control in this house", and Brandon suddenly felt the urge to teach Rick a lesson.