Jon slapped the mask onto his face. He let out blood-curdling scream and clawed desperatly at the mask. Then he fell limp and silent on the floor.
"Jon!? Jon!? Oh God, Jon are you okay!?" Karen rushed over to where Jon lay on the floor.
"Gotcha!" John said as he sat up.
"Jon! You don't need that mask, you're evil enough already!"
"Haha! Better be nice or I wont undo your wishes."
"So is the mask realy magic?"
"Yeah, see how it's sticking to my face without a string or anything?" Jon turned his head so that she could see.
"Okay, so it's at least a little magical. How do you think it works?"
"I don't know, but I have... a feeling." Jon reached out his hand towards Karen. A wave of dark energy flowed from his palm and washed over her. For a moment Jon felt contempt for Karen; why should he have to clean up her messes? What had she done for him lately? Then he flinched, and the feeling went away.
Karen felt an icy chill pass over her body, and a weight lift off her chest. She flinched. Then she looked down at her once again small chest. Karen looked up towards Jon, but something was wrong.
