Phil Goodman was the smartest kid at his school, and like all 'nerds' was persecuted endlessly by the other kids. Today had been his crowning glory, today he was awarded a scholarship to the most expensive private University in the country. Today had also been his most humiliating moment.
"Hey Goodman, think you're pretty cool don't you," yelled Mike from across the playing field.
Phil looked around, he had almost made it out of the school grounds, but not quite. He sped up his walking pace, knowing full well that he was running after him at this very moment.
He felt a hand slam into his back as he stumbled forwards, but succeeded in not falling over.
"I'm talking to you, you little prick," Mike grunted as he clipped Phil over the top of his head, knocking his baseball cap to the ground. Mike Helms was a football player, and the resident bane of Phil's existence. For some reason Mike had decided that it was his mission in life to make Phil's life a misery.
Phil had seen Mike's glaring face during the award ceremony earlier in the day and knew immediately that Mike hadn't taken the news of Phil's good fortune at all well.
"Hi Mike, how are you?"
"Shut up! You think you're so smart don't you? Well I'm going to get a scholarship too, what do you think of that?"
Phil snorted and did his best to stifle the laugh that had involuntarily escaped his lips.
"Right, that's it," Mike reared back with his clenched fist aimed at Phil's nose.
Like a hare, Phil took off across the field, out the gate and into the trees behind the school.
"Come back here, I'll only hurt you more if you make me chase you. You little bastard!"
Phil wasn't stopping, but he could hear Mike gaining on him. His only saving grace was his smaller size, he could fit through gaps where Mike had to go around them. The trees and undergrowth were getting thicker and it was becoming difficult to see too far ahead.
"You are going to pay big time when I catch you."
Phil burst through a group of trees, and as he put his foot down the ground beneath him began to crumble away, in front of him was open space, there was a deep gorge and he began to slide down into it. He tried to grab onto something and managed to get a handhold after he had slid down a metre or so.
Mike appeared at the top of the gorge, laughing down at him.
"Didn't you know this was here cocksucker? Ha ha ha. I directed you right to it."
"Please Mike, help me," begged Phil as he could feel his footing starting to crumble away.
"I hope you enjoy it out here, if you're lucky you'll only fall to your death. Otherwise I'll be waiting for you when you come back to school. See ya," yelled Mike as he wandered back into the trees.
Phil could see no way out of this, and hoped the bottom was soft as he began to slide down further.
The bottom was many metres down, and he hoped he would be able to slide rather than fall. He slid down further, grabbing for anything he thought might help to slow his descent. With a sudden stop his feet came to rest on a rock shelf half way down the gorge that had been exposed when the dirt had began to crumble away. The ledge was not wide and Phil had to press his body tightly against the wall to stay on it. He felt around to see if there was some way he could climb up, but his hands just went into the soft dirt, causing it to rain down upon him. He closed his eyes as the dirt blinded him, and coughed and sneezed as dust clouds enveloped him. With a clang something metal hit him on the head and fell down between him and the wall. After a moment Phil regained his composure and took hold of the object. It was some kind of metal vase, or urn. He hoped it wasn't someone's dead relative. He studied it for a moment, trying to read the strange markings around the lid. It had two handles on either side like a trophy, and the lid was pressed on tight. He went to put it down and continue his escape attempt, when for some reason he was compelled to open it. He firmly grasped the lid and tugged, it wouldn't budge. He tried again and it still wouldn't budge. He held the urn between his knees and used all his strength to tug the lid off, it popped off with a loud crack, like thunder, and he over balanced and fell backwards into open space.
He fell for a second and then he came to a dead stop, he looked from side to side and everything seemed to have stopped. The dirt and rocks falling with him also hung in mid air, he looked around and saw the urn hovering above him. It slowly sank down closer to him, and then he could hear a humming sound, and he could feel energy crackling around it.
The humming turned into rumbling, and then with an explosive crack, a cloud of smoke burst out of the urn. It billowed out, filling the air around him until he could see nothing but smoke. He was stunned, what was going on? Suddenly a huge face loomed out of the smoke above him.
"Who are you?" it boomed.
"Phil Goodman," he said meekly.
"Greetings Phil of Goodman, you have inherited the power, rejoice in your good fortune."
"Excuse me?"
"You have unleashed the power of Kings and Pharaohs, Gods and Goddesses. How would you use this power?"
"I'm not sure I follow you."
"This vessel that you have awakened contains enough power to do anything... anything at all. You have only to desire it and it will be done."
"Oh ok, right," Phil was sure this was some sort of fear induced hallucination, or else he'd already hit the bottom and was in some kind of dream lying in a hospital bed in a coma or something.
"Can you get me back up to the top of this gorge?"
Instantly Phil found himself standing on the firm ground overlooking the gorge.
"Hmm, this is weird," thought Phil, trying to work out if he was actually awake or not.
He was holding the urn, the lid was in his other hand, and he could feel it's weight. The old metal, was cold, and felt like lead or some other really heavy metal.
"So I can do anything?"
"Yes," stated the voice, inside his head now.
"Well can we make this urn a little bit less cumbersome?"
"The vessel can be transformed into anything you desire."
"Well I want something to carry around, and not something weird. How about a watch?"
Instantly the urn morphed into an old style pocket watch, the lid attached itself to the watch and transformed into the cover.
"This isn't what I meant," said Phil, examining the watch. "But it's pretty cool." He was running his fingers over the writing which now encompassed the back of the cover.
"Ok let's try this out, take me home."
Instantly he found himself in his bedroom, his backpack was sitting on the bed alongside him. He looked around taking it all in. He could still feel the weight of the watch in his hand and he could see the dirt over his clothes and his bag so he knew this was all real.
"Can I have objects too?"
"Anything you desire."
"I want a new Playstation 2," he said, just as a test.
A brand new Playstation 2 popped onto the bed alongside his bag. Gingerly, Phil reached down and prodded it, it was very real. He quickly opened it and pulled the console out. Within a few moments he had hooked it up to his tv and he was about to test it.
"All I need now is..." a game popped into his waiting hand. It was his favourite one, and he quickly put it into the drive. After playing the game for a moment something occurred to him. He could get revenge on Mike, make his life miserable for a change.
"Take me to Mike!"
Mike was hanging with his friends at the local music shop. They were all laughing as he told them how Phil had been begging him not to leave him down in the gorge, and Phil was seething in anger just out of sight on the other side of the CD rack. A moment later Mike's girlfriend Heather popped her blonde, cheerleader head around the corner and squealed.
"Mike, look who's crawled out of the gorge!"
In a flash Mike was around the corner, and with a look of great satisfaction on his face, headed straight for Phil.
"So you crawled out of there like a snake did you?" Mike pulled his fist back and began to throw a punch aimed at Phil's nose.
"Stop!" yelled Phil, out of reflex. Suddenly, like the moment when he'd been falling in the gorge, time seemed to stop. He looked around and saw everyone was frozen, Mike's fist was stationary in the air in front of his face, Heather was frozen in mid giggle, and his group of loser friends were frozen in mid heckle at the end of the CD racks.
Phil stepped out of the line of Mike's fist, he'd been on the receiving end of one in the past and didn't want to again. He hadn't expected this to happen, he'd just wanted Mike to stop attacking him.
"So why can I move?" he thought, asking the voice in his mind.
"It is your power, this is your command. You can move here because you choose to."
"Can I move other things?"
"If that is what you desire."
"Good," said Phil with an evil grin on his face.
He reached out and grabbed Mike's arm and found that he could move it as normal, and it would just stop dead wherever he left it. He angled the fist around and downwards so that he would punch himself in the stomach, then he undid Mike's pants and pulled both his pants and his boxers down to his ankles. He did the same for Mike's three friends, but did not touch Heather, not yet anyway.
He restarted time and watched the events flow on. Mike punched himself, winded he tried to stagger forwards and promptly fell face first onto the ground.
His friends were laughing at this until they also tried to step forwards and found themselves on the ground.
Phil laughed as he watched them all writhing around on the ground, desperately trying to dress themselves and stand up at the same time.
Heather bent over to see if Mike was ok, so Phil stopped time again.
He studied her pert buttocks, firmly encased in a pair of red knee length pants. He stepped up and ran his hand down the curve of her arse, and he felt a certain tingle in his loins. He hadn't considered this when he had taken this gift, there were all sorts of avenues open to him, and his mind was now working over time thinking of all the possibilities.
He walked around in front of Heather, to be met with an appetising view of her cleavage, down the front of the white halter top that she was wearing. Phil grabbed one of her tits in his hand, the weight of it in his hand was quite stimulating.
"I think it's time for you to join in too," he said to Heather.
Putting his hands into her cleavage he grabbed the material of her top and pulled it wide open, exposing her bra encased d-cups. He reached around, undid the bra and adjusted it so that both her tits were now totally naked. Wanting to complete the picture he looked around and spotted a kid nearby, with a cup of Pepsi. He ran over and fished out an ice cube from the drink and returned to his creation.
He rubbed the ice cube over each of her nipples, and then stepped back. He allowed time to flow again and watched what happened.
Mike suddenly found his girlfriend's tits in his face and watched a couple of droplets of water drip off her erect nipples before he reacted in disbelief.
She was horrified as she let go of Mike, who fell back to the ground, and desperately tried to stuff her melons back into her top not realising her bra was undone. After struggling with them for a few moments she realised what the problem was and sorted herself out. Her embarrassment was evident from her bright red face as she made her way to the ladies room, past Phil.
"I can see why you're a cheerleader, such enormous... talent," grinned Phil.
She rushed past the chuckling nerd, trying to hold back the tears of shame.
By this time a crowd had gathered, and they were all laughing at her, and at the four idiots rolling around on the floor fighting with their underwear.
Phil decided it was time to go and headed out of the shopping centre.