Prologue

David crawled out of his tent frantically. His pulse was rushing. Sweat was running from his forehead on, what was a rather cold day.

He struggled to pull himself to his feet. His large, black army boots that he had stolen from his brother, thumped heavily into the mud, as he hurried for the nearest place he could go for help, the only person who had the slightest chance of telling him what the fuck was happening to him; but in his heart, he knew it was too late.

Jason and Mik were by the Marquee. They chortled as David collapsed in the middle of the road.

Jason walked over to him, his bare feet squelching in the mud. As he neared David, he swung his foot at him, missing his head, but flinging packs of mud at him. They thudded into David's face. This was all very hilarious to Mik, who was almost choking on his hot chocolate, unable to control his laughter.

"I'm gonna get my camera." He gasped, finding difficulty even mustering the energy to speak

Jason heard David whimpering in pain. His smile broadened somewhat. His hatred for him overflowed into a cruel, unprecedented roar of laughter.

"You know David, if you want sympathy, you might want to try harder than a seizure. erhaps, death might be a more," he faked choking, "honourable!"

David wiped the mud from his eyes, but as he looked at his hand; it was glowing? How the hell could it be glowing?

Then he thought, his dreams, his fantasies, could this be what he had thought was no more than a rather imaginative story? If it was, then what was about to happen next would be painful, and then terrifying to all that witnessed it. Jason's rather bullish attack on him had gathered a crowd.

"God help them" he muttered

"What?" Jason snorted "What bullshit has the great David Crowther got for us now?

This was all rather amusing to most of the crowd of about 40 people. Others looked on in utter contempt to Jason, but David didn't need their help.

"I said save you sympathy, 'cos your gonna need it more than me" David gasped, quickly losing breath.

"Why, what the hell are you going to do? Jason snarled, as Mik returned with his camera.

"You might what to get that camera ready, 'cos you'll want to record this. Because what am I going to do? I'm going to change! And it's your fault Jason. You've brought this upon yourself"

And with that, David erupted in a yellow flame, engulfing his entire body. Everyone stepped away in terror, as David let out a deafening scream. Then, after about 15 seconds, the fire died down. The campsite watched as David stood, his eyes glowing with a blue matrix of sparks.

They were in awe as what had been a regular 16 year old had transformed into a mystical being. But this wasn't the half of it, as David gathered power.

"Who wants to kick mud in my face now?" He bellowed "Who wants to hurt me now? Who wants to attempt to make my life a living hell!?" Because now, it's time for you to realise the pain you have caused"

The next site was truly amazing, as David turned his head to the sky, and a lightning bolt shot down and illuminated his body; then levitating him from the ground. David's head then snapped back to face the horrified crowd, and he released a devastating blast of electricity at Mik, who let out a cry of pain, before, after 30 seconds of being electrocuted by David, fell to the floor, now just a skeleton.

As David looked to Jason, and the rest of the observers, he growled one last message.

"And now, you will feel the power, of a god scorn!"