[ WP ] You use a public restroom , and the graffiti on the wall is a personal message for you . It tells you to ...


 
 `` Embrace your fate, open the paper towel dispenser?'' 
 
 Orin stared for a moment longer at the last line written upon the bathroom mirror. 
 
 `` What the hell, who followed me here? How do you know my name??'' Orin asked aloud, the empty bathroom responding only with the echo of his own words. He looked once more at the cryptic message, clearly intended for him. 
 
 `` Orin Lightholm, you alone possess the faculties necessary to save our species. We have been watching. Embrace your fate, open the paper towel dispenser.'' 
 
 `` This has got to be the lamest practical joke ever. What, is confetti going to burst out of this thing once I open it?'' Orin asked aloud, looking around and expecting to see a hidden camera or something of the sort. But he was alone. He eyed the dispenser suspiciously. Taking a step closer, his heart skipped a beat. There was a faint blue light emanating from the inside of the plastic covering. He peered around once more, confirmed his solitude, and pried the plastic top away from the paper towel dispenser. His eyes widened as he saw the source of the strange light. An electric blue stone, roughly the size of a tennis ball, was wedged in between a stack of paper towels. As if hypnotized, he felt a sudden and irresistible urge to to grab the stone. Slowly, without conscious intention, he reached for the stone, plucking it from the odd location. Orin held the stone close to his face, his eyes absorbing the bright blue light. Then something strange happened. The rock was growing smaller in his hand. 
 
 `` What the hell....'' Orin's infatuated gaze was drawn from the stone, his peripherals capturing the cause of the stone's shrinkage. Orin had been mesmerized by the intense blue light, but the mirror reflected the true details of the moment; the light was the stone, and the stone was the light, and his eyes had been imbibing the electric blue aura. The stone had quickly shrunk to the size of a marble. Orin panicked. He attempted to drop the stone, only to become more panicked by the fact that instead of falling to the floor, the stone remained floating at eye level. 
 
 `` What the f*ck!!'' Orin spun around and covered his eyes. The pure blue electric stone, now the size of a BB-gun pellet, orbited his head and remained floating in front of his eyes. Orin pulled his shirt over his head, shutting his eyes as hard as he could. Out of self preservation, he had no intention of allowing this strange blue glowing stone to enter his body through his eyeballs. However, the usual darkness following closed eyes had been replaced with a blinding white light. It was actually painful, and blindingly bright; tears streamed down Orin's face as he strained to keep his eyes shut. After several agonizing seconds, Orin could withstand the searing pain no more. He screamed in a mix of fear and anger, allowing his eyelids to flutter open. He watched as the remainder of the stone dissolved, the blue light encompassing the totality of his vision. As the final particle of blue light entered Orin's eyes, the bathroom began to swim before him. Losing consciousness, Orin slumped to the floor; the usual darkness of fading consciousness replaced by the blinding blue light. 
 
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 The last stall in the bathroom swung open with a bang. A grody old man, dressed in what could only be considered as wizards robes, hobbled out with the support of a walking staff. A finely cut gem was set in the top of the staff, its color matching exactly the stone taken from the dispenser. 
 
 The old man cackled menacingly as he approached the motionless body on the ground before him. 
 
 `` Another meat sack, under my control! When will these stupid kids ever learn. Write a fake, moderately intriguing message on a wall, and poof....they're putty in your hands.'' The grody old crone raised his staff in the air, the electric blue light growing larger, encompassing both the old man and the boy. 
 
 Suddenly, the entrance to the bathroom swung open. In the doorway stood an incredibly large man, grasping with both hands a tremendous sword. In its pommel was a brilliant red orb. A deep amber light coming from the orb clashed with the electric blue of the old man's staff, bathing the scene in a violet shadow. 
 
 The impossibly large man grinned menacingly, pointing his sword towards the staff-wielder. `` Grinxly you old ghoul....I'm gon na carve you up once and for all.'' 
 
 *Disclaimer: Wrote this before realizing it's supposed to be a 1st person p.o.v. Oh well! * 
 

