Incredible Michael Ventura

New abilities.

" Ooh My God!"

"Look at his face!" 

The crowd laughed, and Michael tried to understand what happened. Confusion overwhelmed him, as everyone looked at Ryan on the ground, in agony.

Thoughts raced through Michael's mind, and a chilling realization seeped into his consciousness. 

"Did I make him trip just by wishing it? No, that's ludicrous. Nobody can possess that kind of power. " He thought.

But deep down, a small voice whispered, reminding him of the warm surge he felt in his chest when he wished for Ryan's downfall.

Yet, with the chaos unfolding before his eyes, Michael couldn't afford to dwell on his newfound abilities. The drama surged back, drawing his attention back to Ryan, who struggled to regain his composure. 

Michael feeling avenged couldn't help himself and let out a quiet chuckle. But as Ryan laid there in a heap on the floor, the people around him began to giggle, mock, and point him.

"Guess karma isn't too fond of bullies, is it?" Michael said, his voice laced with a hint of satisfaction.

Jayna joined in, clutching her side. "That was the funniest thing I've ever seen!"

She standing next to ryan, and she was giggling. Soon, Alexa and Sarah joined in on the laughter, their faces red with amusement.

"I can't breathe, it's too funny!" gasped Alexa, trying to catch her breath between fits of laughter.

Sarah laughed uncontrollably, struggling to compose herself. "I can't handle this!"

The scene was becoming increasingly embarrassing for their friend Ryan, who had just experienced a rather clumsy fall. As he lay on the ground, trying to regain his composure, others in the crowd began to take notice.

Bella laughed . "Oh my god, Ryan, that was hilarious! Looks like the cardboard crusader isn't the only one falling down!"

"I...I didn't mean to," Ryan stammered, embarrassment flooding his face.

The mocking and laughter intensified, filling the room with a mix of amusement and scorn. It seemed everyone had found a new target in Ryan's moment of vulnerability.

The taunting comments continued, each one cutting deeper into Ryan's fragile ego. He tried to push himself back up, his body trembling with humiliation and shame, but he only succeeded in struggling further.

He clenched his fists tightly as he lay on the ground, feeling a mix of frustration and humiliation.

"Damn it! How did I even fall? This is so embarrassing!" He cursed.

He could hear the stifled chuckles and amused whispers of the onlookers, making his face burn with embarrassment. Determined to regain his composure, Ryan mustered all his strength to get back on his feet. However, his attempts to save face were short-lived. In his rush to regain control, Ryan ended up tripping over his own feet once again, causing another eruption of laughter from the crowd.

Jayna piped up, unable to resist the opportunity to poke fun at Ryan's repeated misfortune. "Haha, watch out, don't trip on your ego this time, Ryan!"

"I hope there's no video of this, poor Ryan!" exclaimed Bella, casting a sympathetic glance toward their fallen friend.

The taunting remark cut through Ryan's already wounded pride, fueling his frustration. He needed to redirect the attention somewhere else, anywhere but himself. His eyes landed on Michael, who stood nearby, witnessing the whole embarrassing episode while laughing.

Ryan, with a sneer on his face, decided to divert attention away from his own embarrassment by targeting Michael instead.

"You! This is all your fault, you little loser!"

Michael, taken aback by Ryan's sudden outburst, could hardly believe the audacity.

"What? How is this my fault?" He asked pretending to be surprised.

Ryan, fueled by his own embarrassment and a desperate need to shift blame, pressed on with his baseless accusations.

 "You did something! You made me fall, you freak!"

But Michael simply couldn't resist the opportunity to mock his bully.

"Oops, clumsy little Ryan It seems like you have a talent for falling all on your own," Michael sneered, unable to hide his satisfaction.

As Ryan clutched his head in pain, he looked up at Michael, his eyes filled with both anger and humiliation.

"You think this is funny? You're such a jerk, it is all your fault," Ryan spat, struggling to regain his composure.

Michael shrugged, feigning innocence. "Did you hit your head while falling? I made you trip on your own feet? Are you also seeing fairies and pixies, Ryan?" 

Not satisfied, Ryan continued to insult and berate Michael, desperate to shift the blame away from himself.

Then Michael, this time emboldened consciously willed Ryan to suffer, he snapped his finger.

The shiny lamp cover overhead falls on Ryan, making him look like he was wearing a monk's hat. The man fell to his knees with the impact. 

"There goes... Now you have your tin-foil hat. That will save you from the aliens." Michael laughed.

The room filled with contagious laughter as Michael's comment echoed off the walls. The rest of the employees who had been witnessing the heated exchange couldn't help but join in. 

"This is going to be the talk of the office!" remarked Bella, her laughter still echoing through the room.

Ryan, dazed and disheveled, glared up at Michael through squinted eyes. "Oh, real mature, Michael," he retorted, rubbing his sore head. "Why don't you go catch up with your imaginary alien friends?"

Michael's laughter echoed through the room. "Well, at least I'll have some intelligent company," he quipped, pointing at Ryan with a mischievous grin. "You, on the other hand, might need that hat for protection from your own incompetence."

Ryan's face flushed with anger as he attempted to stand up, but Michael's mocking laughter only grew louder. "Oh, can't handle a little friendly banter, can you?" Michael teased, struggling to catch his breath between laughs. "I guess you prefer living in your delusional world where everything is everyone else's fault!"

Trying to regain his composure, Ryan shot back, "You think this is funny? Just wait until karma comes knocking at your door, Michael!"

Michael's laughter intensified, his amusement seemingly boundless. "Karma? Please," he scoffed. "I've got a front-row seat to your comedic downfall, Ryan. And trust me, it's a show worth laughing my socks off for!"

The room erupted in laughter, with everyone joking and mocking Ryan. He struggled to compose himself, running his hand through his hair. As the laughter died down, he tried to regain his professional appearance. Glancing at Samantha who was laughing, he felt a surge of resentment.

"Sam you too ? How can you laugh at me? Do you think this is funny?" Ryan's voice trembled with hurt as he confronted her.

Samantha still laughing said ,"I can't help it, Ryan. You should see yourself in the mirror. It's just damn funny."

"Hey Sam, what's wrong with your boyfriend today? He seems to have the worst luck." Bella laughed approaching Samantha.

"Yeah, seriously. It's like misfortune follows him everywhere. What happened this time to him?" Jayna added .

Ryan's face turned red with embarrassment and his voice shook with frustration.

 "So, my appearance is a joke to you now? Is that how little you think of me?"

Samantha's laughter slowly faded as she realized the depth of Ryan's hurt. She reached out to him, trying to explain herself.

 "Ryan, it's not about how I think of you. It was just a lighthearted moment, but I see now that it has hurt you deeply. I'm sorry."

Ryan pulled away from Samantha's touch, feeling betrayed.

Their crumbling relationship sparked a heated exchange of insults, their harsh words piercing like daggers. Voices rose as grievances and insecurities filled the air.

Michael reveled in the escalating turmoil, a wicked grin spreading. Seeing Ryan's anger pleased him, confirming his successful plan to dismantle them. Relieved, he detached from the scene, leaving the couple to tear each other apart mentally and emotionally.

A harsh lesson delivered to Ryan, Michael stepped away, feeling exhilarated.

As he confidently strode down the road, a sense of empowerment engulfed him. Victory's taste lingered, and adrenaline surged through his veins. This new feeling, a newfound control over his destiny, overwhelmed him. He believed he could conquer the world and achieve anything in the universe.

But suddenly, a commotion caught his attention. Curiosity and concern filled his eyes. His anticipation grew as he continued, but then, a scene unfolded before him. An extravagant car careened off the road, screeching against the asphalt, crashing into a fire hydrant. The impact froze Michael.

As the car door opened, a distressed old man stumbled out onto the pavement in elegant attire. His once dignified posture was now unsteady, blood dripping from a head wound. It was evident he was in grave danger, possibly having a heart attack from the shock. Michael's heart pounded, compassion and an instinct to help surging within. Without hesitation, he rushed towards the old man, determined to alleviate his suffering.