I used to be quite content with living life as your classic schoolyard bully, you know, taking what I wanted and always being the strong one tormenting the weaker ones. I thought I was the perfect guy, don't You think so? But all that changed when I...
I felt energized, more energized than I had ever felt. I just got out of bed and felt like I could bench press an entire house.
"Wow," I said with a smile as I looked down at my hands, my fingers twitching, unable to stay still. I had never felt this way before, and I honestly hoped it wouldn't end.
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I began to get dressed, picking up whatever I found on my floor. There was only one problem...
"Shit!" I yelled as my hands tore through my shirt, ripping it apart with ease. "That's my second favorite shirt," I muttered, looking down at my destroyed clothes. I guess having all this energy wasn't such a good thing.
"Careful, careful," I said to myself as I picked up another shirt, black, with an unrecognizable logo on it. I slowly put my arms through the sleeves, put on some shorts, and walked towards the door.
I reached down, grabbed the handle, and was about to turn it, but something stopped me. I could feel the metal of the handle bending around my fingers.
"What the hell?" I said as I let go of the handle. "What the hell is happening?"
I thought about the dream I had last night. I thought about Hazel's warning and the full moon. Could my new strength be related to all of that?
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"No," I said, shaking my head. "That's nonsense. This is all because of that damn vial." I shook my fist in front of my face. "All of these dreams, all this strange stuff happening to me, it's all because of that bastard," I said, thinking about the bearded guy in the lab coat.
"I'll be fine," I said as I opened the door and walked out of the room, hoping this day wouldn't be too weird.
I walked down the hall, my body tingling with every step. It was like I could feel every strand of the carpet. My nose was also on fire. I could literally smell everything—some sweet, some sour, others not so good. I did my best to ignore it all, hoping I wouldn't go insane.
I walked down the stairs and headed toward the living room, where I found my mom watching TV.
"Morning," I said as I headed for the door and began to put on my shoes.
