The Girl Who Stole The World-1 by Lynceus Mallory was promised a lot of things in life. Those promises were broken, leaving the young teen bitter and resentful of those around her. Then she got the power to make all of her dreams come true..but will that power corrupt her?

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Disclaimer: I make no claims to any character or image owned or under copyright by another party, nor do I intend on profiting in any way from their use. The Comics Retcon Universe concept is the creative property of Lilith Langtree.

Chapter One-

You hear a lot of adults say that high school was the best time of their life. Adults are idiots- High school is somewhere between Hell and a prison camp.

-Mallory Thawne

“Out of my way, loser!” That was all the warning I got as Jessica pushed me out of her way. I hit the row of lockers to my right. Hard. I drop all of my books on the ground- foster 'rents are too cheap to buy me a backpack, naturally. Bastards.

I suck in a breath, even as my eyes well up with tears. Never let them see you hurting, kiddo. I bite my tongue and manage to stand. Jessica, of course, just keeps on walking. They all just keep on walking, like I'm invisible.

I'm not invisible though. Just poor. They see me, with my secondhand clothes, and they hate me.

Well that's ok. I hate them more.

My name is Mallory Thawne, and I'm a freshman at Brighton High School, also known as the Eight Circle of Hell. As I'm often reminded, I don't belong here. I'm an orphan kid, lower class. Pretty much scum. The only reason I'm here in the first place is that I screwed up and let someone find out how smart I was. Got me a damned scholarship. Yay.

They hate me, but they sure don't mind me increasing the GPA. Bastards, all of them. Yeah, I'm angry and I have issues. If that bothers you, well..fuck you. I could care less.

I'm late for class, which gets me a stern lecture from Mr. Greene, a pompous ass who thinks he's the best teacher on Earth. I hear some snickering in the back of the class- isn't it great to make fun of other people's misfortune?

Well, at least I'm smart enough to earn my A in History legitimately- unlike Stephanie McCormick, who has to suck Mr. Greene's dick for the privilege. God, she's such a slut, sitting in the front row, smiling at the old man, showing off so much skin a hooker would blush. Bitch has it all, but she's too lazy to apply herself- she'd rather spread her legs for a goddamned civil servant!

I clench my fist so tight I draw blood. It makes me so fucking angry! Maybe it was time to post those pictures on Facebook after all. They think they're so smart, they think nobody knows. Well I know, and I made sure to get proof.

Dad would be so proud. If he wasn't dead, of course.

The shrinks are convinced I'm repressing my feelings. Not many kids get to see their Dad's brains get blown out, after all. That's what you get for crossing the Russians. Yuri Dimitrov doesn't tolerate thieves.

Mom and Dad were con artists, and they were good at what they did. I practically learned how to spot a mark before I could walk. The key to every con is simple human greed- you don't con people, you let people con themselves. Which is why I'm an orphan- my folks just got too greedy.

They stole too much from the wrong guy, and what happened was inevitable. Sometimes, though, I wake up gasping for breath, my sheets soaked with sweat. I don't bother screaming, not anymore.

Nobody cares.

I could blackmail Mr. Greene..or Stephanie, I guess. But for what? Money? Money just buys things. What I wished I could have, they couldn't give me. Power.

Phys Ed. What a joke. I'm the shortest girl in the gym, which means the class is just an excuse to push me around some more. Ms. Riley has nothing but contempt for me. I've got too much self-respect to out her, even if it would destroy her. Sure, everyone thinks women P.E. Teachers are lesbians, but Ms. Riley actually is one. And she's been...inappropriate with some of her students.

There's a lot of that going around. And this is supposed to be one of the good schools!

I survive the day with a nasty bruise on my shoulder to show for it. I'm only fourteen. How the hell am I going to get through four more years of this bullshit?

Chapter Two-

You know that crap about how you can choose your friends and enemies, but not your family? Whoever said that was obviously not an orphan. -Mallory Thawne

Nobody greets me when I get home. Bruce is probably out drinking with his buddies after work at O'Malley's Pub, and Helen is most likely working late. I make myself a sandwich, careful not to use up all the lunchmeat. Bruce will pitch a fit if he has to eat out of a vending machine at work.

He's never hit me, but he's a loud, obnoxious drunk. And Helen is useless. I mean, I guess she tries, but really- how the hell did these two manage to become foster parents? If I got hit by a truck, the only thing they'd miss is the check from the State.

I take a shower. It's one of the few luxuries I have, really. A long, hot shower. My shoulder feels better, and I feel clean again. Being in that school with those people..I feel unclean, somehow.

I sigh as I look at my reflection in the mirror. Mom had been a looker, but me? I'm plain as can be. Bad enough I'm a shrimp, but I swear I could pass for twelve! Oh sure, Mom claimed she'd been a late bloomer, and promised me I'd be beautiful when I grew up.

Just like she promised she'd never leave me. She'd been arrested, sent to a woman's prison. She got knifed by another inmate when I was 10. So much for that. So much for her.

I wrap a towel around my body and head to my room. I don't want to get dressed, not in those clothes. I wish I could just walk around naked, but it's too damned cold in the apartment- when Bruce isn't home, the heat stays down.

I dream, sometimes, about living in a big mansion, having it all to myself. It'd always be warm, and I'd never wear clothes. And I'd have an indoor pool, so I could swim whenever I wanted to. I like swimming, it's the one athletic thing I'm good at.

I sit down in front of my computer and turn it on. It takes forever to boot- most of the kids at school have fucking tablets, but I get stuck with this ancient piece of dino tech from 2007. I've managed to upgrade it a little, but it sucks, and there's no getting around that.

I turn on my i-Tunes, and the playlist spits out some Lacuna Coil. I close my eyes, pretending I'm far away from here.

I get dressed long before Helen gets home. She checks on me, asks questions about my day, but I swear I could say Godzilla attacked the school and she'd just nod patiently.

I make sure I'm in bed by the time Bruce gets home. He's louder than usual. He's drunk.

I close my eyes tightly and try to block out the sounds of him hitting Helen. My body shakes, I'm so angry. Why? What did I do to deserve this?!

I wake up and it's Saturday. Which means I get to go with Helen and help clean rich people's houses for them. She's wearing sunglasses to try and hide the shiner Bruce gave her last night. She pretends it's not there, and I follow suit.

I guess she feels guilty about my indentured servitude, because she cuts me loose at noon, and even gives me a little money. I don't need it- I've got my own money, but no sense letting her know that. I wonder if Bruce even notices the missing money. I'm careful to only steal from him after he's been at the bar, of course.

I take the bus to the Library, my one true sanctuary. I like books better than people. Books are honest- they'll tell you right on the cover if they're fiction or not.

I spend most of the day curled up in a chair with Zelazny's Chronicles of Amber. I've read it a thousand times before, but I don't care. Corwin's immortal family are a pack of treacherous wolves, for the most part, but they never make any claims to the contrary. My kind of people.

I get home, only to hear the sounds of domestic violence. Nobody in this neighborhood is going to call the cops. I would, if I thought it would help. I keep on walking. No way I'm going to walk in on that, even if it is snowing outside!

I make my way to the park and look up at the sky. Something builds up inside me. I'm so angry. Things other people can have- warm clothes, good food...parents that give a fuck...

I can't have any of that. And it burns. Oh God, it burns. I want to scream at the top of my fucking lungs. Maybe, then, just maybe, someone will listen? Someone will notice me?

Yeah right. With my luck, it'd be a rapist or a mugger.

I can't keep the tears in any longer. I'm hurting, and I don't know what to do about it. I fall to my knees in the snow and I cry my eyes out. And then I notice it's awfully fucking bright in the park.

I look up, and I see a blue ball of fire, hovering in front of me.

Chapter Three-

When you're a kid, naturally you believe in magic. In miracles. I mean, look around you- there's no way we'd have come this far as a species without some kind of supernatural guidance. But adults, you know, they keep drilling it into your skull that there's no such thing as miracles, and eventually, you have no choice but to believe it. Have I mentioned that I think adults are morons? -Mallory Thawne

“MORTAL, KNOW THAT I AM THE BLUE FLAME THAT CAN GRANT YOUR HEART'S DESIRE! A THOUSAND YEARS WILL I BURN, GRANTING YOUR FONDEST WISH, CONSUMING YOUR ENEMIES, UNTIL NONE REMAIN. WHAT DO YOU DESIRE?”

Ok, now I've heard of superheroes. Who hasn't? Even Boston has a few, like Miss Terrific or Doll Girl. But it's one thing to read about costumed vigilante...and quite another to come face-to-face with Godlike power. My jaw literally dropped, and for once in my life, I couldn't think of anything clever to say.

“You're joking.”

“FAITHLESS ONE, LISTEN WELL! LOOK INTO THE HEAVENS THIS VERY NIGHT, AND YOU WILL SEE A STAR FALL! A BLUE STAR, LIKE NONE OTHER. GO, FIND IT, AND BRING IT TO ME!”

The flame went out, and I was alone.

I really didn't know where I was going, I was operating on autopilot. Something inside told me I had to get away from the city, away from the lights. The bus driver gave me a long look, but took my money all the same. The words the flame had spoken were burned into my mind. I can't even describe the voice. It wasn't male, or female. It simply was. Like the voice of an angel.

If you believe in that sort of thing.

I ended up walking until it was nearly morning. I was exhausted, cold, and hungry. And then I saw it, a streak of light, and I heard a crash in the distance. Even though my muscles burned in protest, I ran.

Finally, in an alleyway, I saw a blue light. I moved closer, and saw, on a pile of debris and rubble, a blue crystal, resting there like it was the most natural thing in the world. It was about the size of my fist, and the most beautiful, the most precious thing I'd ever seen.

It was probably radioactive or something, but I didn't care. I reached out and touched it with my bare hand. I flinched, expecting it to burn...but it didn't. It was warm...alive.

I clenched it tightly in my fist. It just felt like the right thing to do.

“MORTAL, MINE POWER IS THINE TO COMMAND. BATHE IN MY LIGHT, AND BE FOREVER CHANGED. WHAT IS YOUR HEART'S DESIRE?”

“I want...power. I want everything. Eveything I want. I want it all!”

“SO BE IT!”

Cobalt flames surrounded my body, and I wasn't cold anymore. My clothing began to smolder and burn away, but the fire didn't harm me. The crystal began to shrink, and I realized the power was flowing into my body. It was merging with me...changing me. And it felt so damned good!

I woke up, starving. Not just for food, however. There was a new hunger inside me. An emptiness that I needed to fill. I was curled up in a ball on the ground, naked, and despite the light dusting of snow on my bare skin, I wasn't frozen solid. Cold, yes, but not uncomfortably so.

I stood up, amazed that no one had found me. As I crept towards the entrance to the alley, I saw a homeless man stumble past. I froze, but even though he looked right at me, he didn't even bat an eye. Just kept right on walking.

I might not be all that attractive, but a naked fourteen-year-old girl should get some kind of notice! Was I invisible? Looking down, I could see my body, so that wasn't it. Fuck it. I had to be sure.

I stepped out of the alley, and despite several cars passing by, as well as a few other people on the street, nobody noticed me at all! I felt giddy, and I couldn't keep a smile off my face. And trust me, I don't smile often.

As fun as it was to be invisible, what I wanted was to be warm. I saw a car pass by, and I noticed a fur coat hanging from a hook from the back passenger window. It was big and warm and I wanted it.

And then I was wearing the coat! It was huge on me, obviously meant for a taller woman. But I wrapped it around my body and it felt good. I paused for a moment, wondering what had happened. I'd just...really wanted the coat, and now it was mine.

The blue flame, or whatever it was...hadn't lied. I could have anything I wanted!

Shoes were the next thing on my list, so I walked to the corner and spied a bus stop down the street. There was a girl a little younger than myself standing there. She was wearing a comfortable-looking pair of red boots. I really wanted those boots.

And then I was wearing them! The girl wasn't barefoot, to my surprise- but the shoes she was wearing were nowhere near as nice or comfortable. I clenched my fist. I wanted more from her. Much more.

A shivering girl got on the bus, wearing threadbare summer clothing under her coat. As for myself, I was fully dressed and feeling a lot better about myself. People were starting to notice my presence, so I waited and got on the next bus- after helping myself to the contents of a few wallets.

I got off the bus at the nearest mall. It was time to upgrade my fashion in a serious way! I wandered into an upscale clothing store, the kind of place I'd never been in before. The place the girls at school would shop at. I wasn't sure if I could just steal things off the shelves and get away with it, but it was a simple matter to help myself to enough money to pay for anything I wanted.

I looked at myself in the dressing room mirror. My hair was a mess, but the new clothing suited me. I'd always thought I was plain, but I came to the realization that I was actually kind of cute. I couldn't get that smile off my face, no matter how hard I tried. And I realized I actually liked my smile.

It had been a long time since I could eat as much as I wanted, and I pigged out a bit at the food court. It felt good to be warm and have a full belly. Really good. It did make me sleepy, however, and that's when I remembered what I had to go home to.

Fuck that. I was never going back there. But my powers couldn't let me steal a house, could they? I looked around, and noticed a well-dressed businessman sitting at another table. He had a bluetooth earpiece, and was hunched over an expensive laptop, an attache case on the floor next to him.

I knew I could take his money easily. But I wanted something more. My eyes narrowed and I felt my heart thumping in my chest. “I don't want his money...I want his wealth.” My voice was barely more than a whisper.

I felt very hot, and the world became blue for a moment. I closed my eyes until my head stopped spinning. When I opened them, the man had changed. Now, he was a shabby looking bum, munching on greasy fries.

And in my mind...facts and details were literally popping into my head. I had a bank account...with a large sum of money in it. It was in my name. I knew the pin number. And I had a house...a nice house...in Brighton!

I'd stolen the man's prosperity...his life. And he didn't seem to notice at all! Maybe he'd lost his money in the recession, God only knew. But it was gone, and now it was mine. I felt a little twinge of guilt about it. I mean, I knew what it was like to have nothing.

I walked up and offered him some money. He was stunned, and kept saying “God bless you, young lady!” over and over. I was going to Hell. But it was going to be a lot of fun!

I took a cab to my new home. New memories kept forming, establishing links to my new life. I had inherited an estate from my maternal grandfather, Russ Malverk. I'd never met Grandpa Russ, but I knew Mom's family had money. The executor of the estate was my legal guardian, but as per the provisions of the will, I was to be allowed a great deal of freedom. “Gee, thanks Gramps.”

The house wasn't quite a mansion, but it was big, and warm, and all mine. And I had it all to myself. No pool, but I had a jacuzzi. I started it up, stripped off my clothes, and sunk into the water. God, it felt so good!

I curled up in a large bed that night, and before sleep took me, I smiled wide. There was so much more...so much more that I wanted. And it was going to be mine. All mine!

Epilogue-

I should warn you, getting what you want and being happy are two quite different things. -Desire of the Endless

A figure lounges on a couch in a penthouse apartment. A decanter of chilled red wine rests nearby, and the person is holding a glass in one hand. In the dim light, it was hard to tell much about the drinker- he was either a very beautiful man, or a very handsome woman. Androgynous and young-looking, with short, black hair and smoldering dark eyes. With a free hand, the figure idly strokes the hair of a naked young woman, who is resting her head in his (her?) lap.

The person's attention is far from the room, however. She (he?) is looking far away, as if able to see through solid objects. A bright spark can be seen, in the distance. A burning ember of need, of want. Of lust. An ember that can be fanned into a mighty flame.

“Oh, aren't you a treat, little flame. I'm going to have fun with you.” The figure laughs with a beautiful voice that could be male. Or female. Or both.

The young woman stirs. “Please. Again? I...need.”

“Of course you do.” The person finishes the wine and rises. “One more for the road, and then I must be off...for I have many miles to travel before I sleep.”

“You...you're leaving? But...I'll die without you!” The woman's eyes grow wide.

“Fear not, my pet. I'll leave you with a night to remember me by, for the rest of your years. And who knows? If you're very lucky, I'll introduce you to my sisters.”

The Girl Who Stole The World-2 by Lynceus The blue flame had changed Mallory's life forever- but it wasn't enough. She still wanted more. Deep down, she knew there would be a price to pay- but the temptation to use her power was impossible for her to resist... Author's Note: there is some discussion of sexual abuse in this chapter. I don't want to offend anyone, but it's there. So if that's beyond the pale for you, please, just hit back on your browser!

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Disclaimer: I make no claims to any character or image owned or under copyright by another party, nor do I intend on profiting in any way from their use. The Comics Retcon Universe concept is the creative property of Lilith Langtree.

Chapter Four-

My powers can change reality itself- events and lives rearrange to give me whatever I want. At first it seemed that the universe was my plaything, that I could get away with anything, and no one would notice. And then someone did notice. I really should have seen that coming...

-Mallory Thawne

Even though I'd changed my entire life around by stealing a man's prosperity, a few things remained constant. Like which school I attended, for example.

Now that I wasn't a poor orphan girl, I was treated better. I wasn't popular, by any stretch of the imagination, but nobody picked on me at least. I was satisfied with that for a few days.

But it didn't last. It couldn't last.

“Out of my way, loser!” I winced, bracing myself for impact that never came. I heard the thud of someone hitting a locker, and a yelp of pain. Now that I was no longer her target of choice, Jessica had moved on to torment other people weaker than her.

In this case, it was Melissa West. The sad part is that Melissa is taller than I am by several inches, but she doesn't have an aggressive bone in her body. Watching her get bullied brought back painful memories, and I decided right there things were going to change.

Later that day, I saw Jessica go into a restroom, and I followed her in. She barely noticed me, lighting up a cigarette as if daring me to say or do anything. She wasn't really all that tall, really, maybe 5' 5” or so. But what she lacked in height, Jessica Morgan made up for in sheer aggression and a wiry frame- she was stronger than she looked, that's for sure.

I wanted that strength for myself.

“What the fuck are you looking at?” She'd noticed my interest, but it was too late. I felt the warmth of the blue flame, even as the world changed color. “What...what's happening...what are you doing to me!?”

Somehow, she was aware of what was happening to her, but there was nothing she could do about it. I watched as she seemed to lose weight, her arms and legs becoming slender and coltish in appearance. She became shorter, and the expression on her face changed as well. The arrogant smirk was gone. No longer was Jessica Morgan an arrogant bitch.

Her clothing became slightly more demure, and I noticed the cigarette was gone. This new Jessica wasn't one to flaunt authority. There was now fear in her eyes- not of anything in particular, really. It was simply that the whole world was now a lot more frightening to her.

As for myself, I felt good. Really good. I wasn't sure, but I thought I was a little taller. I felt the new muscles in my forearm and smiled. Nobody was going to push me around again.

“Mallory? Did you want something?” Jessica bit her lower lip. I wanted to laugh out loud- she was afraid of me. Of me!

“No, I'm good. Are you ok? You look upset.”

“It's just that Amanda...no, I'm fine. Sorry.” She moved past me quickly.

Amanda? Had to be Amanda Taylor, one of the few people who hung out with Jessica. Well, before. Now, I gathered Amanda was the top bitch in the school, and probably picked on Jessica. A lot. Talk about irony!

I couldn't help but check myself out in the mirror. Maybe it was all in my head, but the extra muscle tone seemed to have really improved my figure. I smiled at my reflection. “Fuck, you're an attractive bitch, aren't you?”

I put a hand on my chest. “Still no boobs, though.” I couldn't say if that bothered me or not- the only real advantage to breasts was to get male attention. I'd never been attractive to guys, so I'd quickly written them off as useless. Sure, I wondered what it would be like to be liked by guys, but...

I shook my head, hoping to clear it. Enough of that, I had to get to class.

Except that was Mr. Greene's class, and the subtext between him and Stephanie was particularly obnoxious today. How was it that nobody knew about them? No, people had to know. They just didn't care, which made it worse.

Stephanie was a very pretty girl, she could wrap any guy around her little finger. But here she was, wasting her time with a 30-something teacher. It couldn't just be about the grades. She had to actually like him.

As much as I'd kill for a body like hers, I felt too sorry for her to think about taking her beauty. She was seriously fucked up, there was no doubt of it.

So I turned my attention to Mr. Greene. Maybe I could write him out of the equation. The problem was, he had nothing I wanted. I was confident I knew more about History than he did- hell, I could be teaching this class! I'd have to think about this- just like Jessica pushing people around, this was something that I could no longer stand for.

Which brought me to my Phys Ed class. Ms. Riley was another one on my hit list. I'd seen the way she looked at the other girls in the locker room. I got changed and walked past her, heading for the gym.

So imagine my shock when she lightly touched my shoulder! “You've been working out, Mallory. You look good.”

It took all my willpower not to lose my shit right there. I just nodded and practically ran for the gym floor. I wasn't invisible anymore.

Somehow, that simple touch had turned my world upside down. I felt so strange. I was light headed, and my stomach was doing flip flops. My cheeks felt like they were on fire. As disgusted as I was, I couldn't lie to myself- it felt good to have someone notice me. I was ashamed to admit that I felt aroused, at least a little bit. I may not have had much use for guys in the past, but...God, was I a lesbian?

I was very happy when I got out of school that day. I was pretty certain I didn't want to have sex with my teacher...but I did want to have sex. Once I got home, I made a beeline for the bathroom, stripping off my clothes, and taking a long, hot shower, hoping that I'd feel clean again.

But my new body was a distraction. Every time I touched my skin, I could feel the muscles underneath. I was fascinated by them, like a kid with a new toy. Which, I suppose, I was. How strong was I?

I got out of the shower and looked at my naked body in the mirror. Who was this stranger? I felt another twinge of arousal. I'd never thought of myself as attractive before. Before I even realized what I was doing, I leaned forward and kissed my reflection, crushing my lips against the damp glass.

I stepped back, nearly losing my balance on the tile floor. I wasn't sure what was more disturbing, the fact that I was hot for a girl...or that the girl in question was myself! Either I was a lesbian, or I'd developed a strong narcissistic streak.

Pulling on a robe (for some reason, I didn't feel right being naked at the moment), I headed for the kitchen. My blood sugar must be low or something, that's all. I noticed one of the rooms in the house now featured exercise equipment. Ah, so that explains my new figure.

Maybe working out would get rid of all these damned mental distractions!

Chapter Five-

It was a shock, really, to find out that changing my body could affect my mind. Or perhaps those thoughts had always been there, and I'd somehow brought them to the surface? Either way, I'd opened a door, and there was no closing it now.

-Mallory Thawne

Exercise had helped, at least a little. I felt tired, and I'd probably overdone it, but damn, it had felt good. I was curled up on the couch, watching a movie on TV, trying to sort out my thoughts. I was definitely more attracted to women than to men. How much more, and whether or not I was really a lesbian, I couldn't say. There really was only one way to find out. The thought of having sex excited me. But I didn't know how to go about it in the slightest. I mean, teenaged guys, well, as near as I could tell, if a girl said she was interested, they'd jump at the chance.

But I couldn't just walk up to a girl and ask her if she wanted to make out. Things didn't work that way. Fuck! Here I was with the power of a God, and there was something I wanted, but couldn't have. Or if my powers could help me, I was pretty sure I wouldn't like the result.

Then it hit me. All I needed to do was be more attractive to other girls! Well, maybe not physically- most girls are attracted to guys, after all, and I didn't want to look more like a guy! But surely I could find someone who had, um, je ne sais quoi, as the French would say.

That definitely sounded like a plan.

Now as it happens, the most popular guy at my school is Jason Prince. Tall, athletic, handsome, intelligent- the works. Unlike a lot of young men with that particular package, Jason was a really nice guy. I mean, I hate just about everybody, and even I can't think of a bad thing to say about him!

I really didn't know if this was going to work- other girls probably liked Jason simply because of his good looks. But if I could acknowledge his attractiveness, then maybe something else was going on. Or I wasn't as far on the Kinsey scale as I thought...still, he seemed to have a kind of presence about him, and that's what I wanted.

The next day, I watched Jason closely. Which wasn't easy- I only had a few classes with him, and he was usually surrounded by girls who wanted his attention. I wondered if he was bothered by it at all. I mean, he's a guy, so probably not.

But what if he was? And simply too nice to tell people to leave him alone? Hell, somehow he didn't have a girlfriend. For all I knew, he could be gay! Granted, that didn't seem very likely, but I was starting to think I might be doing him a favor, either way.

No, I can't start trying to justify my actions. What I'm doing is wrong, plain and simple. But I can't stop. I don't have the strength...and no one can help me.

After school, I went to the gym. I knew there would be basketball practice, so I figured I'd be able to watch him play. Of course, several of his groupies were also in attendance- the guy simply can't catch a break!

And really, neither could I- the girls in question were rather cute, and I found myself watching them more than my target. I felt a spike of jealousy just thinking about it. He had their undivided attention, and he didn't even want it! Jason Prince was their God, and any one of them would throw herself at his feet.

And me? I had no one. That was going to change, right now.

I slipped into the boy's dressing room and hid behind some lockers. The boys came in, some of them not even bothering to shower (ew!) as they changed and left. As luck would have it, however, my prey was slower to leave. I waited as he took his shower. As he left, I sucked in a breath at the sight of his near-naked body, steam rising off of his skin.

My God, he was gorgeous! What was it about this one guy, out of his entire gender, that made me feel weak in the knees? I didn't know, but I wanted it. I felt my body grow warm as the blue flame gathered. The power reached out towards him, and I made my wish.

He turned then, eyes wide. “Who..what are you doing to me?!” I'd thought the incident with Jessica had been a fluke, but he was aware of me. He somehow knew what I was doing!

I was paralyzed, time itself seeming frozen, as he ran towards me. His towel dropped, and my gaze went down. Ugh. Ok, that was something I didn't find attractive, at all. He grabbed me, and we struggled. For all the power I'd stolen from Jessica, he was taller and stronger, and a lot more experienced at fighting.

“Let me go!”

“Not until you explain what's going on!” He pulled me into a hold. I thought about screaming, but would anyone hear me? I fought against his hold, but there was nothing I could do. Worse, the feel of his warm skin against my body, the scent of him- it was overpowering. I wanted him. I couldn't deny it. His power over women was total- I couldn't fight it...

No! It wasn't fair that he could have this kind of advantage! I should have it! And with that, the blue flames erupted out of my body...

There was pain this time. A lot of it. My body began to warp and shift, and I could hear my bones cracking. I couldn't even scream, the sensation was so intense. I blacked out.

I came to, and it was dark. You'd think someone would have noticed us. Or maybe the flame had made me invisible again. I was naked, and my body felt strangely heavy. I pushed myself off the floor, and managed to stand. Everything was different. My center of gravity had shifted as well..oh fuck.

As my eyes adjusted to the low light, I heard a female groan. A girl was slumped against the wall. I felt an alien stirring between my legs at the sight of her. Not. What. I wanted.

She gasped as her eyes opened. She didn't notice me at first, and instead held up her hands. “What...?”

I couldn't resist chuckling, my voice deeper and stronger, as I sat on a bench. “Seems you're attractive as hell as a girl, too.”

She tried to back away from me, but since she was already against a wall, there wasn't anyplace to go. “No, I can't be a girl! I can't!”

“You sure about that?”

I watched her look downward, her hands reaching for her chest. Her breasts were a little larger than mine (well, larger than mine had been, at least), and I felt a wave of arousal at the sight of them. My new equipment was annoyingly stiff as well. How did guys put up with it?

She touched her breasts and gasped. “Oh...no no no no no no...” Her eyes welled up with tears. “Please, whatever you did...you can't leave me like this!”

“Who's going to stop me? You? I have all of your strength now.” I idly flexed an arm, feeling the hard muscle under my skin. Not everything about this was bad!

“I'll tell people!”

I laughed at how desperate she was! “Sure, there you go. Some girl stole your manhood. Even if someone did believe you, they'd never catch me. I'll disappear, and you'll be stuck like this forever.”

She burst into tears at that point, sobbing hysterically. “Please! I can't live like this! I'll do anything!”

I sighed. I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. Apparently there were some limits to the blue flame's powers. Instead of rewriting reality to adjust for my theft, it had Jason painfully aware of what I'd done. I wasn't even sure if I could give her back what I'd stolen!

What made things worse is that I'd basically taken her identity. Nobody would know this strange girl. She had no home to go to, no friends she could count on. I knew how that felt.

“Fuck. This isn't...ok. As soon as I figure out how, I'll fix this.”

“You don't know?! You asshole!” She stood up, her fists clenched tightly.

I rose to my feet as well. I wasn't sure how tall I'd gotten, but I was a lot taller than she was now. Realizing that fact took all the fire out of her, and her hands fell to her sides.

“Looks like our clothes got trashed. First order of business is to find something to wear, then we get out of here.”

She glared at me. “And just where are we supposed to go?”

“My place. I live alone, so nobody will bother us.”

She snorted. “I'm not going anywhere with you.”

“Do you have any choice?” I found her attempts to act tough amusing. Kind of cute, actually.

She pointed at my crotch. “I go with you, and you're going to rape me!”

I blinked at her. “I guess you forgot the part about how I'm a girl?”

She frowned. “Yeah, well, you're not a girl now.”

“I'll concede the point. This is so not what I wanted.”

She cocked her head to one side. It was a gesture I'd seen Jason make before, but it was strange seeing girl-Jason mimic it. “What did you want, exactly?”

I found an open locker and pulled out a gym uniform that didn't smell particularly bad, getting dressed. “It's pathetic, really. I wanted people to like me.”

“What? You thought if you were a guy people would like you better?”

“Uh, no. That wasn't the plan, actually. Things just got out of control.” Why was I telling her this?

She helped herself to a boy's tee-shirt. It fell to her knees, which somehow managed to make her look adorable. “Fuck, I'm a midget!”

I laughed, and got rewarded with a vicious glare. Then she smiled, as if in spite of herself.

“I look ridiculous, huh?”

I rubbed the back of my neck. “Well, actually...”

“What?”

“You look really cute.”

She blinked at me. “I...don't know how to feel about that.”

“Yeah well, I must look like a gorilla.”

She snickered. “No, nothing like that. I mean, I'm not into guys, but...well, you're kind of pretty for a guy.”

“Ironic. I was plain as a girl, but as a guy I'm pretty?” I shook my head.

“You weren't plain looking.”

I turned to her. “Yeah, ok, whatever. I was invisible to people like you. You don't even know my name.”

“Mallory. Mallory Thawne.” Her voice sounded a little sad for some reason.

“Jesus, really? You must have some kind of photographic memory or something.”

She shook her head. “Not really. Actually, until today, I...” She froze. “Never mind. So how are we getting to your place, anyways?”

I wondered what she'd been about to say, but she had the right idea. We needed to prioritize. “I keep money in my locker. I've had my clothing burned off before.”

“By that blue fire?”

“Yeah. It's what let me steal from you.” I started walking to the door.

“Wait, if we go out there, someone might see us. The custodians or a teacher.”

“Take my hand.”

“Ha! As if!”

I sighed. “I can make us invisible.” Well, at least, I thought I could, but I wasn't going to tell her that!

“You can? Oh shit, you're a meta?”

I considered that for a moment. I really hadn't given the source of my powers much thought. Kind of shortsighted of me, really. “No, I'm not a mutant. It's...well I guess it's magic.”

I felt her hand touch mine, just barely. It sent an electric tingle up my spine. Then, slowly, she grasped my hand. “Ok.”

“I don't blame you for not trusting me.”

“...Mallory. If you can, you know, change us back. What do you think I'm going to do?”

I started moving forward. I was trying to focus my thoughts, hoping that I could will the flame to hide me. It's worked before, but as I found out tonight, the flame wasn't always dependable. “Well, unless I take precautions, probably murder me. Definitely call the cops.”

“That doesn't bother you?”

“Why should it? I mean, yeah, things got screwed up this time, but before you know it, nobody will remember any of this.”

She didn't talk for a little bit. My hand felt sweaty, with her holding it.

“So when you...take things. People don't remember, do they?”

“Not usually. Like when I took Jessica's strength, everything changed, and people thought she'd always been weak.”

“Wait...Jessica Morgan?! But she's...oh.”

“You probably think that's cruel, but she used to be the worst bully. Worse than Amanda. They were friends, before.”

“What, did she used to pick on you?”

By now, I'd reached my locker. A custodian stepped out of a room. Jason's fingers tightened their grip, but I didn't even bat an eye. Sure enough, the man didn't even notice us. I opened my locker and reached into my bookbag. I know it seems stupid to leave money in a school locker, but it's not like I was afraid of being robbed!

“Yeah. I was just the little freshman girl. Dirt poor and an orphan.”

“Wait, you're not poor, you...oh. So...you stole someone's money, and that made you rich?”

“Not just their money. I stole their wealth. I got rich, and they got poor. Got a house and everything.”

“Doesn't that bother you?”

I looked at her. “You need to stop talking now. You want to judge me, you're on your own.”

Her jaw set, but she kept quiet.

She didn't say a word during the cab ride either.

Chapter Six-

I know what I am. I know what I've done is wrong. Evil. I don't care that you hate me. To be honest, I hate myself. For being weak. But I can't...I won't go back. Not now. Not ever. I'm simply having too much fun!

-Mallory Thawne

I gave her some clothes and showed her where the bathroom was. I, of course, had nothing to wear. Although, to be honest, I wasn't really sure I wanted to see myself naked. I mean, I guess if I'd become a guy and nobody noticed anything was different, I'd have had some fun with it. Might as well, right?

But under the circumstances, I found nothing enjoyable about this mess. Well, ok, girl-Jason was really cute, so there was at least eyecandy- but she hated me, and I couldn't blame her.

In fact, I agreed with her.

She must have taken a shower, because her hair was damp when she came into the living room. I was sprawled out on the couch, trying to distract myself with a movie (it wasn't working). My clothes didn't really fit her- I'd gotten taller after the Jessica incident, but it was better than a tee-shirt.

Even though, I have to admit, I preferred the tee-shirt.

She sat on the floor quietly, and didn't say anything for a few minutes. Then, finally, she spoke. “May I talk now?”

I turned off the TV. “Yeah.”

“Why do you do it? I mean, ok, I get it, your life was bad before...but now it's not.”

“What would you know about it? Look, I know what I'm doing is wrong. If there is a God, I'm going to Hell.”

She paused, and turned to look up at me. “Mallory. I'm trying to...I really need to understand. You don't seem like a bad person, but you're destroying people's lives just to make yours better. How can't that bother you?”

“Look Ja...” I frowned. It felt weird to call a cute girl “Jason”. Even if that was her name.

“Michelle.”

“Michelle?”

She shrugged. “My middle name is Michael. I don't know if there's a feminine version of Jason, but...”

“Huh. Look, you probably won't be stuck as a girl for long...”

“Don't change the subject. This is important.”

I wanted to argue with her, but...I just couldn't. “Fine. It's like this. If you could have anything, anything you ever wanted, what would you do?”

“I get that part. But the price...it's like selling your soul to the Devil.”

I nodded. “Yeah. I didn't know what I was getting myself into. But once I started...I couldn't stop. I know how that sounds. I'm not making excuses...I'm a weak person. A bad person. And I enjoy it.”

“You're not a bad person. I mean, yes, obviously, you're very selfish, and have no impulse control, but I don't think you're evil.”

“Like I care.” I looked away from her.

“Mallory.”

I ignored her.

“Mallory! Look at me.”

I didn't mention it before, but Jason's voice has this...I don't know, some quality that really gets your attention, even though he's kind of soft-spoken. Even though her voice had changed, becoming higher-pitched and softer, if anything, her voice had become even more enchanting. I liked hearing it. A lot.

I turned to look at her.

She gave me a small smile. “Was that so bad?”

“Whatever.”

She shook her head. “See, you do care. But you've been hurt so much, you pretend not to.”

“Yes, yes, you're amazing Dr. Phil.”

She made a face. “Mallory...”

“Fine, fine. Maybe. So?”

“I know how that feels.”

“You? You?! God's gift to teenaged girls? Everywhere you go, you're the center of attention. Everyone loves you! What do you know about being hurt?!” I felt angry. She was playing me, and I didn't like it.

“Is that what it looks like?”

I stood up. I was too angry to sit. “Yes! That's exactly what it looks like! I hate everyone, you know? People are idiots, and boys are the worst of the lot. But you? I liked you, and I didn't even want to! I don't like boys! At all! And people hate me! So yes, I wanted what you had.”

I suddenly felt more tired than angry, so I sat down on the loveseat. Stupid male body, it's just too heavy.

“Feel better?”

“...not really. Well, maybe a little.”

She got up and sat down next to me. It's the strangest thing- all my life I'd been a short girl, and I hated it. But something about a petite girl was downright attractive to me.

“You don't really talk to people much, do you? It's not healthy, holding that stuff in.”

“Who would want to talk to me?”

“Well, I want to.”

I looked at her. “Why? You hate me, remember?”

She sighed. “Mallory, I don't hate you. I'm upset with you, yes, but I don't hate you. Now I'll grant, my memories aren't reliable, since I guess they've changed...but this is how I remember you. That pretty girl who sits alone by herself. She's really smart, but she always looks so sad. But nobody can get close, she's like a princess in a high tower. Rapunzel, but with shorter hair.” She paused. “I know you don't believe me, but I really liked you, Mallory. I wanted to get to know you better, but...you don't let people get close. At all. Those girls you see around me? They don't love me. The real me. They just see what's on the outside, and that's good enough. You? You don't care about that. You're..too cool to care about appearances. Or how popular someone is. At least, that's what I thought, but now...”

“Well fuck me. Isn't that great. You liked me. I finally find someone who does...and now I've fucked that all up.”

“No you haven't.”

I looked at her. “Huh?”

She looked away. “I...you know, I want to hate you, but...shit, this is the first time I've actually been able to talk to you, you know? And the more I hear...the more I want to hear. No, you're not the person I thought you were. Not entirely. You're all fucked up inside...just like me.”

“You're far from fucked up.”

She looked up, and there were tears in her eyes. “You have power over me. Like, absolute power. I mean, you could take anything you wanted. You could have taken my memories, for example, so I'd forget I was ever a boy. And I'd have gone along with you without a problem. At some point, things will change again, and I won't remember you anyway...not like this. Everyone thinks I'm so strong, that they don't dare try to push me...but against you? I'm vulnerable. I have no defense. And that should scare me, but...it doesn't. What scares me...is the fact that I'm going to tell you the truth about me. And I'm afraid you won't care. That would kill me, Mal. It just would.”

Her voice was trembling, full of raw, naked emotion. I didn't want to care...but I did. I cared about Jason...Michelle. “I...I know I've hurt you. I didn't want to. I'm sorry...I really am. I..don't want to let you down again.”

She smiled, just a little. “I didn't hear a promise in there.”

“Uh...what part of not wanting to let you down did you not get?”

She snickered a little. “Fair enough. Ok. I'm not an orphan, but I have lost a parent, so I do know what that's like. My Mom. She died when I was little. God, she was so beautiful. I loved her so much, you know? She was the kind of person that loves everyone. I wanted to be like her...it never occurred to me, back then, that being a boy made any difference. I wanted to be a beautiful person everyone liked.

She died in a car accident. Some asshole cut her off, she hit her head on the steering wheel...she never regained consciousness. I was in the carseat. I cried, I screamed for her...but she never answered me. I hated her for that.

Mom and Dad were separated- she'd taken custody and he'd never fought her. So I didn't know my Dad very well. He didn't like me. At least, that's how he acted. He was cold, distant. If I cried, he said I needed to be a man. It was very important to him, you know. There was a way men were supposed to behave, and that was that. I was a sensitive boy, with serious issues.

It was like mixing water and napalm. Dad acted like the worst kind of homophobe. He was always talking about gays this, queers that. But it was an act. He was...well if not gay, at least bisexual. And in denial. When you deny your feelings, hold them in and never let them out...it can twist you inside.

I was, as you can imagine, a very pretty boy. I grew out of it, well, somewhat. But...”

She couldn't be saying what I thought she was saying. She just...”Michelle. Did your father...abuse you?”

She laughed. “Oh God. I wasn't sure how to say it...yes. Yes he did. It had nothing to do with his sexuality...he was sick, you know? All screwed up inside. At first, I was scared. It hurt...but I needed love, any kind of love, so badly. I did anything he asked. I wanted him to love me. I wanted him to be happy. Of course, that made it worse. He'd realize what he'd done, later, and it would make him so angry with himself. And he'd hit me. Call me a little fag. He'd lock me in a closet for hours. But he'd always...come back. Say he was sorry, and I'd forgive him...”

I don't have to tell you, I felt like a speck. A microbe. Total scum. I mean, yes, I'd had it rough, but...this was beyond the pale. His father?!

“I guess I understand what motivates you after all.”

“Michelle...fuck...you didn't make this up, right? It's the truth?”

She nodded. “Yeah, I'm afraid so. It's kind of why I freaked out when I realized I was a girl. I...well let's just say I have issues.”

“...Jesus. Ok, I...I got nothing. I mean, I go on and on about how my life sucks, but...”

“Mal. Stop. I didn't tell you all that to one-up you, or make you feel like shit. I needed someone to talk to, and have for a long time. But I couldn't bring myself to do it, because who knows how people will react? But you...fuck, I can't hide from you. And...I'm happy I don't have to.”

“What happened to your father?”

“Are you sure you want to know?”

“Please.”

She took a deep breath. “Ok, here goes. When I was eleven, he shot himself. I came home to find his brains all over the place. He left a note, telling me how sorry he was.”

I couldn't look at her. I just...fuck.

“Mal. Damn it! Stop that!” She punched me in the arm. I barely felt it. “Ow...ok, that wasn't a smart idea.”

I laughed, despite myself. And after a moment, she started laughing too.

“I...ok, this is going to sound girly, but I don't care. I need a hug.”

Without a second thought, I put my arms around her. She seemed so small and fragile. It felt good to hold her. To protect her.

“This so weird, you know? Being held by a guy...but...it's good, too.”

“Well, I'm not really a guy. Actually, on that note, I should try to see if I can turn you back...”

“...no.”

I blinked. “What?!”

“I...if you do that, will I remember this? Or will everything change? Go back to the way it was before?”

“I...I don't know.”

“I'd rather die. Being a girl is fucking weird, but...I don't want to lose you for a friend.”

“Some friend. After what I've done? You must have Stockholm Syndrome or something!”

She giggled. Then paused. “Fuck. Did I just giggle?”

“I've kind of noticed that taking stuff can change how I think a little. Like when I stole from Jessica, I started really noticing how I felt about girls.”

“It wouldn't surprise me if Jess was a lesbian.”

“Huh? Well, maybe, but I don't think it's something I took from her. It's more like...being stronger made me more confident...and I stopped repressing things that had always been there. Contrary to what guys believe, being outed as a lesbian is the last thing a girl wants to have happen in high school.”

“She was really bad, before, wasn't she?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok, you can keep her muscles then.”

“Uh..huh?”

She smiled at me. “Didn't you say you didn't want to let me down? Obviously that means you should give the things you've taken back.”

“...that's...not what I...hey! Doing that might change things, I thought you didn't want to forget about me?”

“There has to be a way around that. How does your power work...actually, no, go back to the beginning. I told you about my life, let's hear your story.”

“...I will, but first, uh...”

“Yes?”

“I have to go to the bathroom.”

“Oh God! No wonder you wanted to change back!” She shook her head. “Well, I better go with you, so you don't make a mess.”

“Uh...doesn't that seem weird to you?”

“Gee, I don't know, when I woke up this morning, I had a Y-chromosome. What isn't weird, at this point?”

Touche.

We ended up talking until the early hours of the morning, and at some point, we dozed off together in the couch, sleeping in each other's arms. I was pretty sure I'd fallen for this girl, and hard.

Except she wasn't a girl.

And I didn't want to spend the rest of my life as a guy.

What the fuck was I going to do?