Synopsis: Gregory is a college student with a tendency to get into trouble, then find an easy way out of it. When he must study for a test on a topic that was never taught, he must go to the library to get the information. However, while inside, he stumbles across a book with a ring inside that gives him a very special ability. College has never been quite like this!
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Act 1-- Scene 1
"Okay, you scoundrels!" says Mr. Bowin, the meanest professor on campus. "Tomorrow, we'll have a test over what you've read so far, so make sure you study!"
I hate Mr. Bowin. He's one of the oldest, most senile and most hateful professors I've ever had the displeasure of meeting. It's only been a month since I started college, and I already can't stand it.
My name's Gregory, but my friends call me Puppet Master. I have brown , short hair and brown eyes. I am just under 6'3'' and I'm just over 190 pounds. My hair is always parted and, because of that, I always have the pretty-boy look. Anyway, my friends call me Puppet Master because I have always had a way of getting out of trouble by, I don't know, controlling people in a sense. Every time that I was about to get grounded or something, I would always somehow be able to talk my way out of trouble. Sometimes by my own clever mind, sometimes by other, seemingly ridiculous means. A long time ago, when I was a freshman in high school, I was able to hypnotize my math teacher without her knowing it to get out of turning in my homework the next day. More frequently, though, I had resorted to bribery and other shameful acts.
I used to play football, but near the end of my senior year, I sustained a serious injury and went to the hospital, therefore ending football for me. My neck was broken and my spine had been snapped in two places by a tackle from a guy name Richard Yourk. He was a monster at 7'1'' and 320 pounds of pure muscle, and the force that he tackled with could topple a skyscraper! I remember it like it was yesterday. It was the third quarter, we were winning, 128 - 119, and Richy decided that he didn't want me on the field anymore, so right when I got passed the ball....... BOOM!!! My body soared across the field, past the in-zone (I think I flew between the field goal posts) and then I slammed into the back windshield of a parked SUV. The initial blow broke the bottom of my spine, and the impact with the SUV broke it somewhere near the middle. I would've started college as soon as I graduated, but I had to spend that time and quite a few months after that in recovery and physical therapy.
Luckily, I was still able to register for college on time. However, I've regretted registering for college ever since I met Mr. Bowin. As much as I don't want to sit and dwindle on something so unrelated to my current predicament, I can't get over the fact that I hate him so much. He wants everyone in his class, all 170 of us, to study for a test on psychology, a topic that he barely taught us about.
Oh, well. Such is life.
After the bell rings, I dash out of that classroom and head for the door, throwing my bookbag strap around my right shoulder as I ran. Strangely enough, I ran straight for the library. If there's going to be a test tomorrow, I might as well study now so I can have more free time for later. The library is only two blocks away, so I get there in about 8 minutes.
As I walk up to the gigantic swinging doors, I realize that the library looks, I don't know, mysterious somehow. I reach forward and grab the shiny golden bar handle and pull on it, instantly feeling a chill from the inside. I pass it off as nothing. Maybe the air conditioning is just turned up. By the way, it may be the end of summer, but it's still summer.
I walk inside and take in the fact that the library looks way bigger from the inside than it does from the outside. I look down and notice the path etched out in the ground leading to a big circle in the floor with a desk sitting in the exact center. The circle in the floor has little yellow stars scattered around it, probably just to make it less boring than it would be otherwise. Matter of fact, it's still boring. The whole setup is surrounded by, you guessed it, shelves of books that all have the sides pointing to the desk in the circle. I walk down the path and up to the desk, noticing a bell sitting on it. I adjust the strap on my shoulder with my right hand as I ring the bell with my left.
"Can I... huh... help you?" says a deep, breathy, but still feminine voice coming from nowhere, there is no one sitting at the desk.
"Uh... I'm uh... trying to find a... a book... on..." I can't help but stammer, I feel nervous.
"Say it again?" suddenly a young, blonde-haired woman, who looks at most 22 years old, springs up from under the desk, her hair disheveled and beads of sweat pouring down her face.
"Um... why are you sweating? It's not hot in here," I say to her.
"You try working in a silent, boring library and let's see what you end up doing to pass the time!" she tells me. "So, can I help you?"
"I was just looking for some books on psychology. Can you point me in the right direction?" I ask her.
She raises her right hand and points to a place behind me. I notice that her fingers are moist and because her hand is so close to my face, I smell the scent of feminine arousal on her fingers.
"You're in luck," she tells me. "We just got a new shipment of a bunch of books about psychology and a lot of other stuff sitting in that bin right over there. Dig through it and hopefully, you'll find what you're looking for."
"Thanks," I tell her and I turn towards the direction she was pointing to. I walk towards the white bin that is in the corner of the room and look inside. It's filled to the top with books all about psychology.
I dig through to find the best one, and a book with the title 'Hypnosis: Tricks You've Never Learned' catches my eye. It looks flashy, with sequins lining the outside rim of the book and spiral designs all along the back cover. It looks like the kind of book that a magician would use. I look around for a table or a chair to sit on and read through his book, and I find a comfortable-looking red recliner a few yards away. I walk over and plop down in the chair, turning the lever and propping my feet up. I set the book in my lap and open it up.
I really get into the book. I learn things about hypnotizing people that I would have never thought of before. I end up opening my bookbag and taking notes on a few of the tricks I found in this book. Soon, I found a page that had a wierd-looking ring attached to it. The ring looked like it was from ancient times, with a decorative border all along the band and a solid red gemstone that seemed to glow in the light. It was taped on, so I tore off the tape and slid the ring onto the middle finger of my right hand. The page came with instructions, too. I read through them and laughed. It said the ring was supposed to be able to control people.
That's stupid. I thought this book was supposed to be about messing with people's minds, not fool the reader into thinking something like a Halloween prop can actually control people. However, since that's the kind of sap I am, I stand up, set the book down on the chair (making sure to keep my page with my pencil), and I walk over to the librarian, who has obviously returned to her solo session under the desk. I do exactly as the book says, I thrust my hand forward, making sure to point the ring at my subject, and I think about what I want her to do.
The picture in my head looks something like her getting completely naked, crawling out from underneath the desk (all the while still rubbing herself), but then sitting on the desk instead and spreading her legs while she rubs herself.
To my surprise, that's exactly what happens next!
She crawls out from underneath the desk completely nude and sits on top, rubbing herself the entire time.
"Wha.. what's going on?" she mumbles to herself, not knowing that I'm standing a few meters away. The ring did not make her want to sit on the desk, it forced her movements and made her sit on the desk, just like I wanted her to.
