The Experiment Of powers

Alex couldn't wait to get home. He wanted to test his power, to see what else he could do with it. He had spent the rest of the school day pretending to be normal, acting like nothing had happened. He had avoided Jake and his gang, who had been taken to the nurse's office and then to the principal's office. He had also avoided Mr. Jones, who had asked him to stay after class and tried to question him about the incident. Alex had lied and said he didn't know anything. He had hoped that no one had seen him move the paper ball with his mind, that it was just a freak accident, a coincidence.

But he knew it wasn't. He knew he had a power. And he wanted to use it.

He ran to his house, which was a small, shabby, two-bedroom apartment in a rundown neighborhood. He lived there with his mother, who worked as a waitress at a nearby diner. His father had left them when he was a baby, and Alex had never met him. He didn't care. He didn't need a father. He didn't need anyone.

He locked himself in his room, which was cluttered with books, posters, toys, and gadgets. He had a computer, a TV, a gaming console, and a smartphone, all of which he had bought with his own money from doing odd jobs and selling stuff online. He was good at hacking, coding, and inventing. He had a knack for technology, just like he had a knack for physics. He was smart, very smart. But he was also lonely, very lonely.

He decided to change that. He decided to make himself happy. He decided to have some fun.

He started with the simplest thing: moving objects with his mind. He looked around his room and picked a target: a pencil on his desk. He focused on it and tried to lift it with his mind. He felt the same sensation he had felt in the class, the pressure in his head, the burning in his eyes, the pounding in his heart. He felt the pencil twitch, then rise, then float in the air. He smiled. He did it.

He moved the pencil around, making it spin, flip, and dance. He felt a surge of joy and excitement. He felt like he was playing a video game, but with real life. He felt like he was in control, like he was the master of his own destiny.

He moved on to other objects: a pen, a book, a lamp, a pillow. He lifted them, threw them, juggled them, smashed them. He felt a rush of power and thrill. He felt like he was unstoppable, like he was invincible.

He wondered what else he could do. He wondered if he could move himself. He wondered if he could fly.

He stood up and looked at the ceiling. He imagined himself soaring in the sky, feeling the wind in his hair, the sun on his face, the freedom in his soul. He concentrated and tried to lift himself with his mind. He felt his feet leave the ground, his body rise, his weight disappear. He gasped. He did it.

He flew around his room, touching the ceiling, the walls, the windows. He felt a wave of awe and wonder. He felt like he was dreaming, but better. He felt like he was alive, truly alive.

He wanted more. He wanted to go outside, to see the world, to explore the unknown. He wanted to fly higher, faster, farther. He wanted to break the limits, to defy the laws, to challenge the gods.

He opened his window and looked at the street. He saw cars, buses, bikes, people. He saw noise, chaos, pollution, ugliness. He saw weakness, stupidity, ignorance, mediocrity. He felt a pang of disgust and contempt. He felt like he was superior, like he was special.

He wondered if he could influence them. He wondered if he could manipulate them. He wondered if he could control them.

He spotted a target: a woman walking a dog. He focused on her and tried to make her do something with his mind. He felt a connection, a link, a bond. He felt her thoughts, her feelings, her will. He felt her resistance, her confusion, her fear. He felt his dominance, his persuasion, his command. He made her stop, turn around, and walk backwards. He smiled. He did it.

He played with her, making her do silly things: jump, clap, bark, dance. He felt a burst of amusement and satisfaction. He felt like he was having fun, like he was enjoying himself.

He moved on to other targets: a man driving a car, a kid riding a bike, a cop patrolling the street. He made them do whatever he wanted, whatever he found funny, whatever he felt like. He felt a sense of superiority and thrill. He felt like he was the boss, like he was the king.

He didn't care about the consequences, the dangers, the risks. He didn't care about the morality, the ethics, the laws. He didn't care about the people, the animals, the things. He only cared about himself, his power, his pleasure.

He decided to keep his power a secret. He decided to use it for his own benefit. He decided to make himself happy. He decided to have some fun.

He was Alex. He was a shy and bullied teenager. He was a smart and lonely nerd.

But he was also something else.

He was a telekinetic.

He was a god.