Nathan took a step toward the three of them as they stood there, partially in horror, partially entranced, by their new classmate. “What?” Nathan exclaimed laughing. “You jealous of what you see?”
Nathan noticed Chris and Cameron about to run away, “where you going?” he asked and he lifted his arm out; by some sort of magical pull, without touching them, he threw them against the wall at the end of the lockers. Nathan looked down at his arm, thinking if he could really do that. He tested again on Chris, throwing his towel off of him as he was getting up. Sure enough, it worked.
Nathan, confident that he could pull forces, picked the naked Chris off the ground and slid him across the floor toward him. “Stay there you piece of shit” he said. Thinking he needed a way to keep him still and quiet, he threw Chris's towel and had it wrap itself around Chris's neck and the bottom of the locker bench so Chris wouldn't move. As Chris lay there struggling with the towel keeping him from running, Nathan approached Craig helping Cameron off the ground.
Looking up, Craig saw Nathan approaching them, “stay the fuck away, man!” he said stepping back against the wall. “Or what?” Nathan asked. “For the last year you didn't listen to a single demand I made of you, why should I listen to you now?!” he said, laughing.
“Sit the fuck down Cameron!” Nathan exclaimed as he threw him back on the ground. Cameron backed himself to a locker and sat frozen. He nodded in obedience.
“What do you with you,” Nathan said. Craig backed against the wall. Nathan grabbed his neck and lifted him against the wall. “How about a taste of your own medicine, huh?”
Nathan threw off Craig's towel with his other hand, and began thinking of draining Craig of his strength, his attractiveness, his knowledge, and as he did, he noticed Craig began to change.
Craig's formally darkly complected body began to loose it's color, it started traveling all to Craig's neck then into Nathan's arm, almost as if he was sucking it out of him. Nathan kept concentrating, next Craig lost his six pack along with his protruding abs, flattening out then gaining fat as his chest hair began falling back into his now pale skin. Craig's hands dropped to his side as his biceps flabbed out and his shoulder muscles flattened. His legs, formally buff and defined, began to spasm as muscle faded into a flabby mess of nothingness. Craig's package began to rescind with his penis loosing length as his balls shriveled. As Craig began losing height on his body he passed out, perhaps from the stress or the pain. Nathan dropped him on the ground.
“Pick yourself up, shithead” Nathan said as he walked back toward his locker. He unhooked Chris and told Cameron to get up, they both obediently went to their lockers and threw on their clothes.
Jon rounded the corner of the lockers to see a weak, naked Craig picking himself up at the end of the lockers. “Holy shit!” Jon said, he walked over to Craig.
“What happened to...” Jon was asking when Craig interrupted. “Forget it man...just forget it,” he said, embarrassed, hiding his face. “No dude,” Jon said, “you're sick or something don't you need help?” Craig ran around the corner to his locker. Jon, still somewhat mystified by Craig's dramatic change, walked over to see a now buff Nathan throwing his boxers on.
“This is too weird” Jon said. He was about to call for Coach Michaels, worried about his two friends he saw and their dramatic changes, but Nathan stopped him. “Dude, no!” Nathan said. “This is the way it's supposed to be.” Jon, listening and abiding, strangely, to what Nathan said, obediently responded, “well, ok, if you say so.” And with that Nathan knew he had the ability to control and influence people in whatever way he saw fit.
“By the way,” Jon asked, “What's with the necklace?” “I don’t know yet” Nathan answered, “I'm still testing it.”