Sean hated school. Everyone bullied him. His existence didn't make any difference to anybody. He was all alone in a school with a student strength of 400. He had no friends. Going to school was becoming increasingly depressing for him. Sean would come home sad and unhappy and would go straight to his room. He wouldn't eat or go out to play, because again, he had no friends near his home either. His parents were at a loss, as all their attempts to make him talk to them had failed. Sean was having a tough time at school, but he didn't want his parents to do go talk to the school authorities and embarrass him further. A similar attempt by his parents had made Sean so wild once, that they never bought it up again.

His computer was his only friend. He would sit in front of IT till 2-3 in the morning, always seeming to be in quest of something. If school was bad enough, college was brutal. He was pushed, shoved, beaten up almost everyday. People would make a face every time he would pass by. Being of a medium built and scrawny physical structure didn't help either and was easily intimidated. He always wore his shirt tucked in and buttoned up to his collar with a green colored half sleeve sweater on top knitted by his grandma. His brown colored corduroys with brown sandals and white woolen socks were another reason for his classmates to ridicule him. With thick black glasses and neatly combed oiled hair, he was everybody's favorite to pick on.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't muster up courage to approach any girl and ask her out. Firstly, he wasn't confident enough, secondly he feared that the boys might beat him up yet again for attempting something like this and thirdly he didn't believe that any girl would say a yes to him.

He had chosen to study computers at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. Getting in was never a problem, as he had been a topper throughout his schooling. Although he quickly established himself as a top student, his batch mates hated him. What hurt Sean the most was that they disliked him just because he looked and dressed differently. While everyone had a group to sit with during lunch hours, Sean would sit alone at his desk quietly eating his meal, hardly even looking up in the fear that he might catch some one's attention and get humiliated. He would not say a word even if someone just took something out of his plate. He would keep staring down without a whimper.

One day while Sean was sitting in the college library, preparing his notes as usual, the football team captain, Roger and couple of his friends decided to have some fun at Sean's expense. After making sure that the library was empty, they stood around Sean's table, circling him in such a way that there was no way for him to escape. Sean smiled at them thinking that they had come to him for some help with their studies. But he noticed a cold look in each of their eyes and sensing trouble, tried to get away, but was pushed back into his chair. They picked up Sean and laid him on the table. First they gagged him so that he couldn't scream for help and then started stripping all his clothes. Tears of pain were rolling down Sean's face and even as he kept begging them to leave him, all that was audible were some muffled grunts. Sean who had not even once opened as much as his collar button in college, was lying there on the table naked. He cringed and twisted and struggled, but nothing was helping, as their strong iron grip held him firmly pinned to the surface. He looked at all of them laughing and pointing at his penis that was tiny and wrinkled. Then they took out few razors from their pockets and started shaving the hair on Sean's body. The sharp razor blades cut through his dry skin, making him bleed at places. After doing that, they took out the cut out of the Principal kept in the library, cut a hole through her mouth and stuck Sean's penis through it.

Sean's throat had gone hoarse and he found he was losing the strength to protest. When the boys heard footsteps they left swiftly, leaving Sean tied against the table. When some girl students walked in, they couldn't help laughing. They all stood close to Sean teasing him as if he was some animal in a zoo. One girl took pity and untied him. Sean got up with much difficulty and walked out nude out of the library amidst catcalls and hooting. Once outside others subjected him to more ridicule. Covering his crotch and ass with each of his hands he ran here and there looking for his clothes. He finally found his pants lying near the football field wet and soggy. On reaching home he was met with questioning looks by his parents, but he stomped into his room and slammed the door behind him. He didn't reply to any of their questions, neither did he open the door for them. After crying and banging his head over and over on the bedpost, he got up, wiped his tears and looked at his own reflection in the bathroom mirror. A pathetic, helpless loser stared back. The anger and pain of all the years slowly started transforming into rage and looking at himself he said, " Why should I take all this shit? Just because I don't dress like those people or talk like them, doesn't mean I have no right to live. I am human too. How will those people feel if some body treats them like that? What can I do if God didn't give me looks or great hair or perfect teeth or perfect built or the perfect height? I have always tried to be friends with them, but what can I do if they don't want to? I feel the pain too when I see all the other guys going out with beautiful girls. Don't I have a heart? I want to walk hand in hand with a nice girl and say that I love her. I want to have that first kiss too. What can I do if they think I am not good enough for them? Enough. I've had enough. I have to let people know that they should treat me with respect." With a determined look Sean sat in front of the computer. He didn't know what he was looking for, but he knew he had to find it. He typed answers in google, which instantly gave him a million results.

www.answers.com
"users ask and answer any question."

He moved to the next.

www.knowtheanswer.com
"Know what is static electricity. Know how does cloning happen and many other such interesting things compiled by world's leading scientists."

He knew most of the stuff.


www.peteranswers.com
Your spiritual guide, your connection with God. Peter answers anything. You just need to believe in him enough.

It immediately grabbed his attention. He decided to explore it.

Sean clicked on the link and was soon led to the site that was about to change his life. He read the help guide on how to put forth questions to Peter and decided to proceed.

Request: Peter, please answer:
Question: Why do people treat me like this?

Answer: You are not ready to know the answer.

Request: Peter, please answer:
Question: When will I have a girlfriend?

Answer: You don't deserve answer. You don't believe in me enough.

"I do Peter. I do more than anyone else. Please answer my question. Please, I beg of you," Sean pleaded.

Request: Peter, please answer:
Question: Where will go after my graduation?

Answer: Put some more thought to your questions, or I will not answer.

"God, this is so frustrating," sighed Sean.

Request: Peter, please answer:
Question: Why won't you answer my questions?

Answer: I am getting comfortable with you. Keep asking.

"Jesus. Thank god. Finally.

Request: Peter, please answer:
Question: Why do people call me a geek?

Answer: I am getting negative vibes from you. I can't this question now.

"What? Not again. Tch! Peter please, cooperate with me."

But no matter how hard he tried; Peter didn't answer any of his questions. Sean finally gave up and went to bed. But he couldn't sleep thinking about Peter and his refusal to answer him. Then comforting himself by saying that perhaps Peter needs more time to get comfortable with a person, Sean tried to forget about it. But he was in front of his PC yet again first thing in the morning. He was happy in a funny way, just the hope that someone could answer his most intimate questions, pleased him. He typed the same questions again, and got the same the answers. He had no plans to go to college until he found something to hold on to. He kept asking Peter different questions and noticed a trend. The answers were being repeated often. He calculated the probability of getting a specific kind of an answer. After toying with the site for a while, it hit him. He had it all figured out. He never thought it could be so easy. This is what he needed. This was his answer.

He went to college the next day only to be ridiculed. But he expected that so didn't mind it. He walked up to the football team captain and said, "you know if you want I could answer anything you want to know about your life, career, relationships, future, past or present."

"You trying to be funny poop-pants, eh! Get outta my face before I punch it in for ya," barked the Roger in a sarcastic tone.      

"I am not kidding. I can show it you right now."

"Look at this jerk. All right, show it to me. If you are right, cool, but if you are wrong, I will bust your balls."     

"Be my guest. Come along to the computer room with me now," Sean said and led the way, smiling to himself. Roger's friend's followed him, to which Sean said, "Too many people disturb the spiritual aura around us. They may not answer the questions. Come in when I call you."   

"Dude, you know what you are doing right? I am not kidding. I will make you pay if you screw around with me," Roger warned.

"Yes I know," replied Sean with a confidence never seen before and typed in the url.

"Ok ask whoever you want to ask, what color am I wearing right now."

"Ok."

Request: Peter, please answer:
Question: What color is Roger wearing right now?

Answer: Black

"Oh shit!" The shock was evident on Roger's face. The answer also got him interested, and that's exactly what Sean wanted.

"Ok, ok, ask Peter, what is my girlfriend's name."
Request: Peter, please answer:
Question: What is Roger's girlfriend's name?

Answer: You have more than one girlfriend.

"Oh shit. This is freaky. Oh my god. Dude, you are good. Ok can I type in my own question?"

"Sure you can. But Peter only answers those who build a spiritual connection with. But you can still try."

Request: Peter, please answer:
Question: Whom will I get married to?

Answer: You are not serious about your question. I will not answer you.

"Let me try once again."

"Sure. Go ahead."

Request: Peter, please answer:
Question: What is my pet name?

Answer: Put some more thought to your question. I don't have time for such nonsense.

"Umm, ok. Sean, I think you should ask the questions."

" I told you. Anyway, I am a little busy right now. You can come tomorrow."

"Oh please Sean, one more question. Please, please, please."

"I said no. Peter doesn't like people pestering him too much. Come tomorrow. And get some money. Every question will cost you $10."

"Ok, fine, fine. I will come tomorrow and get my friends as well. And yes, I will get money too."

Sean saw Roger leaving the room and immediately telling his friends standing out everything that happened. Sean saw the surprised faces, everyone eager to try it for themselves. The news spread like a wild fire. Everyone wanted to know who Sean was and how he did it. In a week, Sean was the most popular guy people sought.

When Roger came in again. "Dude please ask Peter, what will I play professional football."

Request: Peter, please answer:
Question: Will Roger play professional football?

Answer: You are an idiot. You will be lucky to become a street bum.

Roger rushed out of the room red faced. He dropped out of the football team the very next day.

Few days later, one of the guys who had left him bleeding in the library room came.

"Hey wassup? I hope you don't hold any grudges against me. Let's just bury the hatchet. Friends?"

"Yeah why not. Friends."

"Sweet. Ok now do me a favor. Ask Peter, is my girlfriend cheating on me?"

"Ok."

Request: Peter, please answer:
Question: Is David's girlfriend cheating on him?

Answer: Yes. She is sleeping with your dad.

David didn't say a thing. He paid the money and stomped out of the room. He broke up with his girlfriend and punched his dad, who kicked him put of the house.

Then one day, Michelle, the most beautiful girl on campus came to see Sean.

"Hi Sean. I am Michelle and I have a question. Will you please answer it for me."

"Yes I know who you are. Ask me anything."

"Ask about my secret admirer who left a bunch of roses and the most prettiest card in my locker."

"No, I would rather not. Perhaps the admirer wants to keep his affection a secret. Why do you want to spoil it?"

"Hey come one. You said I could ask anything. Please ask this question. I am dying to know."

"You sure you want to know about him?"

"Yes."

"O…k"

Request: Peter, please answer:
Question: Who is Michelle's secret admirer?

Answer: Sean.

"You are my secret admirer? Oh my god. You left those roses and card for me. And you have been doing that for a week now."

"I am sorry, I didn't want you to find.."

Before he could finish his sentence, Michelle said, "Don't be. I would like to know you better. Let's go to a movie and dinner tomorrow. It's a date," Saying this, she planted a soft kiss on Sean's cheeks and walked out as gracefully as she had come. He had already started dreaming about the date. Sean kept feeling his cheek for a long time before realizing that Paul, who had kicked him in the crotch once, was next in the line.

"Hi, I wanted to ask you something. Can you ask do my parents really love each other?"

Request: Peter, please answer:
Question: Do Paul's parents love each other?

Answer: They are swingers. They sleep with multiple partners.

Paul rushed out embarrassed. Two days later, Paul committed suicide. Sean realized the power he had in his hands, which slowly got to his head. He realized he could make anyone do anything if he wishes to. The years of torture and abuse at the hands of his school and college mates had dried his heart of any emotions. His difficult past kept coming back to him and every time that would happen, it would become hard for him to control the rage. His quest to take revenge against those who ever troubled him was turning into a deadly obsession.

Within a month of discovering the site, the college had already seen a spate of deaths. The disturbing trend was causing unrest in the college. But Sean's popularity kept growing.

Request: Peter, please answer:
Question: When will my sister be blessed with a child?

Answer: Only when she sleeps with you.

Philip went into severe depression and took years to recover.

When the suicide statistics grew in number, detective Bob stepped in. When he started his enquiry he didn't get any answers at all. All his attempts went in vain. He heard about Sean and his powers once, but dismissed it as someone trying to make a quick buck. But when evidence started increasingly pointing towards Sean, detective Bob had to take it seriously. But before that he wanted to find out more about Sean's extraordinary gift.

"Hi, I am detective Bob and am here to look into the unfortunate incidents that have been plaguing the college for a while now. But before that I want you to ask Peter a question on my behalf. Could you do that for me," enquired the detective.

"Yeah I can do that. What is your question?"

Request: Peter, please answer:
Question: Who is behind all the suicides in the college?

Answer: You don't believe in me enough. I will not answer this question.

"Hey I thought it answers all your questions. What happened? At least you believe in this, don't you?"

"Yes I do. But Peter also wants the person who is asking the question to believe in him equally."

"Who is Peter anyway?"

"He is a good spirit who helps people."

"How did you come to know about the site?"

"I just discovered it by chance."

"Ah huh. So what's the deal? How does he answer you but no one else?"

"I have built a relationship with him for more than a month now and so treats me as his friend."

"Ok Sean, cut the crap and come to the point. Do you know about the suicides and does your bullcrap got to anything with all this."

"No I don't know about anything."

"If I am not wrong, you were not as popular before as you are now. In fact everyone treated you like a piece of shit. So you came up with make believe jazz to get back at them. Isn't this true? Correct me if I am wrong, but your school life wasn't easy as well. You always came home battered and bruised. You had no friends then, you don' have any friends now. You have never been in a relationship. You had absolutely no life. You thought college will be better, but you were wrong. They ridiculed you for the way you look and talk, your clothes and your funny hair. You couldn't tell this to your parents, of course it is so embarrassing to tell then that you cannot handle the pressure. You didn't have any friends that you could talk to. The library incident was the last straw. You had to teach them a lesson. You had to tell them that you are worthy of something. You had to tell them that you deserve respect, you deserve an equal place among them, you…"

"SHUT UP!!! Stop it. You think it was easy, huh. Do you even have the slightest idea what I have gone through? Do you even know how it feels not to be liked or neglected? I never got anybody's attention. I never got to be anybody's "best friend." I've led my whole life alone. I had taken it lying for too long. I had to teach these people a lesson. Yes, yes, I did it. I taught them to respect me. I made them my slaves. They deserved all of it."

"How?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean how does this Peter thing work and how does the site answer the questions so accurately?"

The question made Sean laugh out loud. "It is the easiest thing on earth. All you have to do is first make people believe in Peter by answering the questions that they know the answer of and then make up stuff related to future or relationships. For e.g., if you ask, what is my profession? Peter would say "Police officer" and if you ask when will I be promoted, he would say, "soon". Here's how it works. Instead of typing Peter, Please answer this, you should type ".I" then the answer and "." Again and then continue with the rest of the sentence. E.g. What is my name? ".I Sean. (Which will read as Peter, p) lease answer:

The answer will be Sean.

"That was real smart Sean. I know you've gone through crap your entire life, but this is no way to get back at them. Your answers have changed theirs and their parents' lives forever. I hope you do realize the gravity of your actions. I would have to arrest you Sean."

When Sean returned after seven years in jail, he decided to become a life-coach and guide youngsters like him to make their life a success. He helped thousands of people gain self-esteem and confidence and in the later years of his life came to be known as the man with all the answers.