Get me what I want, everything I don't got; get me what I want, 'cause I'm a big shot
"Don't worry," she purred, "everything will be okay." And when she said it so soothingly, how could anyone not believe her? Mackenzie smirked as she held out her palm, brows slightly raised - a challenge. The woman across the make up counter chewed her lip anxiously, a disgusting habit Mackenzie honestly couldn't stand, as she debated the decision she was about to make, but she was going to make it anyway. No one could ever say no to Mackenzie Light. Okay, a few have, but with the streak she had going on right now? She had complete faith in her abilities. It was her, she knew it. She knew it because of the itch behind her eyes, similar to that sensation when you were so close to tears (not that Mackenzie would know), the same sensation she felt now. As predictable as a movie made for weepy hopeless women, the women handed over the Chanel lipstick over. "Thanks, sweetie," Mackenzie said brightly, "you're a doll." She closed her fingers over the tube, dropped it into her over sized purse daintily, wiggled her fingers in goodbye, and proceeded to walk out of the department store.
All in a day's work, she mused. She hadn't expected it to be so... well, so easy. Though it had been this effortless for months now. Who knew, getting her wish to become everyone's command wasn't so hard as it seemed. All you needed was that sensation, what she called 'the tickle.' That tickle came with its questions, of course, and there had to be answers somewhere. But Mackenzie didn't care. Hey, everything was going perfectly for her. She hadn't paid a single dime for her luxurious tastes since the tickle first appeared, how many people could say that? It was unnerving, though, how easy life had become. She was bored. What do you do when the world handed everything you wanted to you? The challenge was gone. Mackenzie began to roam about her city, passing boutique after boutique, cafe after cafe, home after home. It was the same, everyday. She got what she wanted. Ah, well. Who could complain? She walked home at a leisurely speed, knowing walking was the only exercise her body received. As soon as she began to show a need for healthier living, she would put more effort into working out, but for now, Mackenzie knew she was gorgeous (or liked to think she was, anyway), and she wasn't interested in losing a few pounds to make that tiny difference.
"I'm home!" she said to the comfort of her completely empty apartment. It wasn't the best around, but she was too lazy to move out. Mackenzie had worked her ass off to get into this mediocre apartment, and the satisfaction that came with holding its keys in her hand was too sweet to let go of, even if a more extravagant house could be easily obtained. Thanks to you, tickle, she thought a little bitterly. It was selfish, to want the tickle but to want the challenge as well. There were people who wanted the tickle as well, she was sure. There were people who would deem her foolish and self-centered and ungrateful. But hey, it was her tickle - step off. Mackenzie dropped the keys on her round dining table and sank into her couch. Ah, home sweet home. There was nothing better. It was her day off, and she had nothing to do. Should she find a date? Well, she wasn't in the mood to feign interest in anybody but herself. Maybe she should... Well, all she wanted to do was to be mindless for an hour. So, hello computer.
Mackenzie had never been one for social networks, and she was proud to say she had never used one. But she did enjoy to research. Okay, she was a little bit of a nerd. But if a girl could be beautiful, and intelligent, well wasn't that perfection? She wanted to be a gorgeous and clever young woman. Thus, the researching. She had paid for the use of several databases, elite (and therefore, private) academic search engines, and the like. "The whole world is in my computer," she liked to brag. Or at least, she would like to brag, if anyone had asked her. But it seemed to be popular opinion that she was beautiful, and cunning, and perhaps a little bit of a heartless bitch - not the curious intellectual she wanted to be. And that was fine with her, better to be underestimated and surprise her peers, it would only put her in a better light.
But still. Sometimes, she wanted people to know.
No matter. The amount of time she spent on pondering this 'tickle' had led her to a new topic: this strange ability she had. The strange abilities of others. And thus, she began her search. It took hours, though. She found novels, TV shows, projects that never resulted in anything substantial, etc... By the time she stumbled onto the strange word 'Vyrus,' she had already given up, going on for the sake of having something to do. But after this one, she would stop. One last try.