Their captor snapped his fingers and suddenly all four of them were zapped with an odd green-colored bolt of electricity.
"Please," Jon said, becoming dizzy. "Don't do this."
But he didn't comply. Instead, he moved towards Trevor.
"Stay the fuck away from me," the Goth boy said.
But he didn't. Instead, he locked lips with him. Trevor tried to pull away, in disgust, but after that bolt of green electricity, he felt much weaker than normal. Three seconds into their "kiss", the green electricity came back, this time engulfing both Trevor and their captor. The electricity was so bright that Jon and the other two hostages had to shut their eyes. And when they opened them again, their captor was tied up and Trevor was free. But they all knew that he wasn't really Trevor.
He looked down at his lanky black-clothed body and smiled. "Rebellion, it is," he said, feeling the deviance and nonconformity flowing through him.
"What are you going to do to the rest of us?" Jon asked.
