Who: Chris, Bobby, and James What: Illusion time! Where: Random Street When: Sometime after this. Rating: High for violence/language etc.
Chris used to be a pretty forgiving guy. Things used to roll off his back with a shrug of his shoulders. Used to. Chris was not the same person; that much was obvious to anyone who had seen him when he returned to the island. People gave him a wider berth, as they probably ought to, when he walked down the street, something he ignored as he headed home after work.
He paused, however, as he spotted a familiar brunette, eye twitching slightly. Bobby Riley. He would never understand how Jenna was related to her, how Jenna could somehow enjoy her company and buy the bullshit she spewed on such a regular basis, but even more prominent in his mind at the moment was the fact that she had been the one to tell Jenna where he had been all summer. She had done it out of spite, hoping to hurt his chances with Jenna, hoping to make her despise him (if she didn't already).
He could feel it before he even meant it to happen, pushing at the edges of his thoughts as his anger brought his power back to the forefront. Why not? She deserved it. He could feel his lips curving into a smirk as he focused his attentions on the girl. It was a familiar feeling, like a part of himself was creeping out of his head, shifting through space until it reached Bobby Riley and slipped into her consciousness. It was always difficult at first, adjusting to someone else's mind, but after a moment, he knew he had control, and with a deep breath, he made her see exactly what he wanted her to.
James appeared on the corner, sporting a grin. "Bobby!" Jamie found his voice harder to replicate than he expected, but it was convincing enough. "Hey!" He started across the street toward her, and had made it just past the halfway point when a car came speeding out of nowhere, music blaring obnoxiously. Instead of moving, James turned toward it like a deer caught in the headlights. Brakes shrieked, but it was no use. James flew over the hood with a sickening series of thuds. The car stopped, then as if having made a decision to make a break for it, sped off into the distance.
"Bo-" James did not look good. He had serious road rash, parts of him were clearly at awkward angles, and as he spoke, a spurt of blood escaped. "Bobby."