Chapter One
I Accidentally Find My Power
Power corrupts. It really does. It’s like, if you had the ability to get away with theft, it wouldn’t take long before you became a kleptomaniac. And boy, did mania ensue shortly after I realized what I could get away with.

It all began with a simple headache. Or so I thought. Fact was – though I didn’t know it at the time – things were more complicated than that. But I’ll ease you into that. Anyway, it had been a very normal day at work. I work as an illustrator at a small publishing house; children’s books and such. I usually get through work with minimal stress, but for some reason I was one this particular day somewhat agitated. Around lunch my head started to pound, and I had to take my leave early. I went straight home.

I live with my family; my mom, and my older and younger sisters. My dad divorced my mom about a year ago, and no one in the family has spoken to him in at least six months. When I got home, my sisters were still in school, and mom would be at work at her office until late in the evening. I was beat for some reason, from nowhere I’d become absolutely exhausted on top of my headache. I threw myself unto my bed and things went dark.

I was awakened by a knocking on the front door. It couldn’t be any of my sisters, as they would both have keys to let themselves in. I went down the stairs and checked the door. Outside stood Denise, a girl my oldest sister’s age – 18 years – who lived down the street. She was a knockout brunette with long legs and an athletic, tanned body. She was dressed like she was coming home from tennis practice, and as I opened the door I could feel the smell of female sweat hit me like a brick wall.

“Um,” I managed to mumble.
“Hey.