2 Ozzie

Paul was scared for he didn't know what to do but that feeling washed away as soon as it happened. For some reason, his mind rejected any hormones that might cause it to be disarrayed and have misjudged desicions. That was what happened back there with his family. He didn't feel remorse or even vengeance, the only thing that he wanted to do was cover his tracks after killing his parents and killed his mother and step sister because they knew him, or at least knew him enough to identify him.

Now that he was all alone, all gloves were off and since he now had his golden finger, he had to know what it was. For some reason, he knew it was reality manipulation as soon as he used it. He had to know to which extent his powers could reach so, he started materialising small objects like watches, batteries and remotes. After an hour, he felt brain tired so he stopped, took his sleeping bag somewhere and fell asleep. Four hours later, he woke up feeling refreshed so he started making slightly bigger objects like tires and the sorts. An hour later, he felt brain tired so he went to sleep.

After three days of repeated experimentation, he came to the conclusion he was not limited to any thing he could make or even his imagination. He was limited by his will power for everytime he would only be able to do it for an hour but if he made things in intervals, he would extend it to four hours, final. So, he had to have a way to increase his will power. Also, his reality manipulation was permanent. How did he know that?

He gave himself the power to transform to animals and each animal had the strength of fifteen body builders. He didn't want to just have the strength of fifteen normal males so he made it that he had the strength of bodybuilders in the animal form plus their own strength. He wanted to give himself more powers but he didn't feel the need to. With his power, unless he runs out of will power and falls asleep, he could make even that sixth dimension being run away because of his imagination. But now, he needed to have a stable income. The only way he could come up with a way is to sell drugs. He had to make drugs that would make coke feel like shit and one that didn't have any side effects except addiction. The drug would be in powder form and he would put four grams in each bag and they would sell for twenty grands for each. It might be cheap but he was getting it for free so he was making a 100% profit here.

The next day, he the streets, his body changed to be an adult ripped with muscles. He first started with the school he was studying in. He knew his supplier and he had to finish the completion so the guy was suddenly turned to a fertilized ovum on his way to the school so the place was all his. He arrived at his spot and saw four customers waiting.

"You guys waiting for Doug?" he asked them. The four didn't answer but the look in their eyes showed they were. "Guy just got popped, stole from his suppliers. But, I'm here to give you guys a new drug called Ozzie. It will take you to heaven and back in twelve hours and the good thing is, it had no side effects. You can smoke it, inhale it, cook it or even inject it." His appearance was menancing with his huge bod and ripping muscles coupled with tattoos and a tear drop tattoo on his right eye. The four of them bought it because they were afraid of him rather than wanting the drug itself.

"I forgot to say, just use a pinch in twelve hours, it has a strong kick. Even if you won't die from overdose, it will have the reverse effect of taking you to hell for twelve hours," he told them and walked away. What Paul didn't know was that even though he said that, what he did was make a backdoor to both heaven and hell that even the cosmic beings of both places would never find out! The drug itself was taking the people's souls and sending them to those places for twelve hours then they are back, craving for more! Anyway, he now had eighty dollars ready to be spent. He didn't have any one that wanted the money so he didn't have any deadline. All he waited for was for the guys to return with more customers the following day. For him, it was time to give himself a permanent residence. So, he went to an agency and said he wanted to buy a big home.

Well, there are certainly big homes in DC Washington that he was not even aware of. As the agent kept talking about the houses, Paul was searching for the one place that met his fancy and requirements. Finally, after five hours of been talked to, they reached the house he wanted. It was large, painted brown on the outside, surrounded by trees and the house itself was a mansion. It had thirty bedrooms, two recreational rooms, a tennis courtyard, a large swimming pool, an even larger living room, a kitchen to just die for and a small orchard with ovacados.

"This is the place," he said then snapped his finger. The agent walked away as Paul walked into his new home, a very big upgrade to his former homes. As soon as he reached the door, a man in an Italian tux opened it.

"Welcome home, master Crawford. I hope the house is to your liking," the man greeted him. He was also brought to reality by Paul when he snapped his fingers together with four maids, two cooks, one gardener, a guard and a groundskeeper. Paul had given them chakra and each of them were as strong as Madara, his butler in front of him might be stronger. He had Oshirama's cells inside him, the guard was a pure blooded Uchiha, the groundskeeper a Byakugan user, the two maids were from the Kaguya clan and the gardener did not have any bloodline but he was still strong as he had the same chakra as the ten tail. They had all the jutsus, taijutsy and kenjustsu he could think about and the thing was they didn't need to make seals to release them.

"Good to be home, Henry," Paul said as he got in, his form changing to his sixteen years old one. He was greeted by the two pretty maids in maid customers and he felt his mind suddenly restrain the release of hormones. He was glad he had this ability because he was sure he would be having a boner right now.

"Do you want to eat, master?" the two asked him. He shook his head and went to his bedroom. He was feeling a little brain tired so he head to recharge the battery then head out for more. He knew he could just make money but he wanted to have that satisfaction that all the money he made was not made from his powers even though the drugs were. The money would be all his.

Alex was scared when he saw the big guy coming towards them. The guy gave off a pressurizing pressence that he couldn't bear. When he told them that their supplier was dead, he couldn't believe it. He wanted to leave but he was afraid the big guy was going to stop him violently. He then introduced them to Ozzie, a new drug that he was sure they were going to be test subjects to. But they still bought it at twenty bucks. It was four grams which was quite expensive, enough for a pinch. He then told them that any more than a pinch would take them to hell but it wouldn't kill them. They were confused but even more glad to get out of there.

"Do you believe this guy?" one of his fellow customers asked them.

"I don't dare to make assumptions. Doug is dead that means we do not have anyone else to supply us with more weed," another one said.

"I am feeling a little light headed so I'm gonna take Ozzie," a girl said then took a grain of Ozzie and threw it into her mouth. Suddenly, she shuddered, hugged her body quite seductively and finally moaned as he body convulsed violently. When she came took, her trousers were wet at the front and her face showed as if she just experienced heaven itself.

"What just happened?" one of them asked.

"I'm more aroused than watching my sister and her girlfriend having sex," another one commented but nobody gave him a stink eye because they were all curious.

"That was the most exhilirating orgasm I have ever had," the girl gasped as she put her hand into her trousers.

"We can have a go if you're still in the mood," a guy offered but the girl sent him a look that made him feel like he was garbage.

"I'm going home, need to take all this," she said and ran to her car. The rest just looked at her with indecision before turning to each other.

"If it is that good then maybe we found a new lite drug," Alex said. The rest nodded and each of them went to their own place. Alex got to his car, drove to another parking lot and took the Ozzie. Immediately, he felt the effects and as his soul was playing in heaven, his body was experiencing the most intensive pleasure it ever felt and in each three hours, he had a mind blowing orgasm he ever felt, each felt better than the last. When the twelve hours were gone, it was one after midnight but he felt like he had been experiencing pleasure for years.

"I have to get more!" he shouted in frustration.