Adrian Tiberius Drake
Chapter One: Enter the Chaos Lord
"Not all roads lead to success." He stared at the odd message on the blackboard, and stared even more intensely at the many beakers lined up at the front of the spacious classroom.
Walking up to the large desk, he saw more clearly that each beaker had a different substance in it -- be it sand, water, or something else. Rapidly picking up what looked to be a sealed beaker filled with water, he returned to his desk, which sat towards the back of the classroom -- a perfect spot for one that discreetly showed up late this morning.
Sitting down on the plain wooden desk, he placed the beaker towards the surface's center, and continued to stare at the thing, like all the other classmates.
What the hell am I supposed to do with this thing? He doubted that this question was far from anyone else's mind.
Rapidly, he came up with a list of ideas, almost all of which were instantly ruled out. He had no idea what to do, and this was rapidly getting boring... and he really did only two things when he got this intensely bored. The first was to stare outside the windows, marveling in the beautiful morning sunlight drifting into the large classroom, or in what lay beyond this place where time rapidly lost all meaning.
The other? A wicked grin split his face. Tapping the beaker, he was pleased to see that it seemed to be made of some thin plastic.
This beaker must have been made for this moment!
He looked around carefully, and saw that the others in the classroom were doing their own thing. So, he got off the desk's seat, and knelt beside it, giving himself some distance between himself and the beaker. Then, he stretched his hand out towards the object, and he envisioned the water moving forward within the container.
With this image in mind, he concentrated harder and harder, and he felt his power slowly going to work... but in a different way than usual! Instead of seeing the container suddenly fly into pieces, he saw the water inside slowly move to the opposite end of the container. As he strengthened both his concentration and resolve, he noticed that the water was starting to move a lot more violently within the beaker.
However, he couldn't last much longer. He was beginning to feel faint, and the water began to move in the container a lot more violently. Instead of moving away from his hand, the water started sloshing everywhere within the beaker, and the container itself was beginning to be strained under the sudden pressure from the violently moving water.
Before long, the container suddenly exploded under the pressure of the escaping water, and Adrian lost all concentration over how the material was moving. The brief moment noise and chaos that the explosion produced was more than enough to overwhelm what few higher mental functions he had left available to him, and what was left of his mind began to panic.
When he finally came to, his face and chest were wet, as was everything within a few feet of the desk. What remained of the plastic beaker was a twisted pile of tortured plastic, and he felt something moist running past his lips. He wiped off his face in irritation, and almost reeled in horror as he realized that he was having a violent nosebleed.
