"Now where did that freakshow come from- and I don't mean Ashley" Ken laughed to himself, flicking through computer searches. He was in bed, his wheelchair beside him. The injury from his class leaving him bound to a chair and his pride and ego permanently crushed. His searches gained nothing and he shut the laptop in frustration. Shuffling onto his wheelchair, Ken wheeled himself into the hallway, grabbed his jacket and headed out, calling his friend.
"Found anything on whatever the hell that was from class Kennie?" Jonathan asked, pushing Ken as they walked around mindlessly, finding nothing really of interest.
"No, I got absolute jack on my laptop," Ken admitted, as they passed a store. Jon went inside the corner store and bought drinks and handed one to Ken, before making their way to the BMX track to catch up with the rest of their friends. Stuck in his wheelchair, Ken hummed and watched Martin, Connor and Derek ride the track.
"Hey man," Jon waved and joined the others, Ken went off on his own, but still within clear view in case he had fallen over something. He spotted a container in the distance, it didn't seem 'normal', more alien to him. Throwing caution to the wind, he wheeled himself over to whatever was in the container. A red mass, with black lines going across it, pulsing around the glass container.
"I feel like I stepped into Men In Black, God..." He bent down. Well, he bent down as far as the chair would let him, unfortunately, he fell forward and landed just beside his new discovery. Tapping the casing, it pulsed to his touch like static electricity. He couldn't find anything to break it open, so he smashed the glass against his chair, the shards landing all over the floor.
"What's it doing no- AAGH!" He screamed as the red mass bonded with him, fusing itself to Ken's DNA. The teen's face contorted and his eyes filled in, a bloodshot red replacing his usual hazel. His body started convulsing, the pain shooting through his limbs. It lasted for a good portion of 5 minutes before his body lay flat on the floor. Ken's breaths were slow, rhythmic as he stared at the sky. Pins and needles ran through his limbs and he tried to heave himself back onto the wheelchair, still too shocked to speak out loud. He wheeled himself home, opting not to reveal his 'little' discovery and got home.
"I need a glass of water" He mused, getting himself into his kitchen and grabbing a glass, filling it with water. Shifting himself onto the sofa, he sighed and laid his head down. Unconsciously, he pushed with his legs and turned around.
"How did I..? I only just broke my ankles." His track of thought was disturbed by an ear-splitting scream, his ears close to bleeding as a result. Clutching at the sides of his head, he tensed and tears were starting to form in his eyes, Ken had no idea his head could hurt that much. Ouch... Oh, you're finally paying attention, aren't you?
"Who was that?!"
Just me Kenny boy, call me Carnage.
