To avoid confusion, this story does a lot of POV swapping. Three periods will indicate a change, and I will even say who is going to be telling the story in bold letters. That way, you have no excuse for confusion POV wise.

"Words in quotes" means someone is talking

Italicized words means a character is thinking.

Underlined Text, in or outside of a quote, means the words have emphasis.

Summary- Mordecai and Benson have been asked to taste test a new Soda. Their lives are changed forever by a Dixie cup full of Soda, as they both gain powers. Mordecai develops a sense of justice, and he is strong, fast, can read minds, sense nearby danger, and can change someone's emotions by touching them. Benson becomes evil, and the same powers as Mordecai, but rather than a sense of justice, he has developed a bloodlust. Benson dates Margaret, but when it goes awry, Margaret tells him she hopes he dies a lonely death. She is angry, but is switched to calm by Mordecai, and she learns there is more to him than she knows.

Margaret is kidnapped, and Mordecai must battle gangsters, monsters, robots, and more to save her. Will he prevail, or will he die trying? Read and review please.

Prologue

It Begins.

Mordecai POV

The blade of my sword crashed into the blade of my former boss's sword for what had the hundredth time of this fight. Benson and I have both developed powers. I learned from a wise man who taught me to control my powers that when you have powers, the choice is yours. It didn't make sense until this fight. Every time our blades clashed, sparks flew out. Margaret, the woman I have vowed to protect was away from this, watching, waiting for her hero to prevail. Benson threw me under a park bench, and jumped on top of it. I drove my sword into his foot. He yelled, as blood leaked through the sole of his expensive shoe.

OOPS, I am way too far ahead. I forgot to tell you how my adventure began…

It all started as I was hanging out on a park bench. Rigby was on a family vacation, and I was not invited. So until he comes back, I just have to sit here and twiddle my thumbs. Benson came over to me,

"MORDECAI," he screamed, "GET UP, YOU LAZY BASTARD! YOU KNOW YOU HAVE WORK TO DO," I was going to retaliate, but then a soda vender came by.

"Excuse me, Gentlemen," he said, his voice loud and obnoxious, "I would like you to sample our new soda." Benson and I decided to put our fight off for now, and have some of that soda.

I took the tiny, fragile Dixie cup in my hand. The drink tasted like peaches and cream, while it wasn't terrible, I certainly wouldn't buy it. Benson and I threw our cups in the trash.

"So?" asked the obnoxious man, "how was it?" I tried to respond, but I had a major stomach ache. So bad, I could only squeeze out a groan. My whole body was tingling. My legs became that of Jelly.

Benson seemed to be having a similar reaction, and we both were trying to ask the guy what the hell was in that drink.

"You babies," he said, "It's not that bad. Watch this." The man pulled a two liter bottle of the stuff, and took a drink.

"MMMmmm," he said, "scrum-diddly," he couldn't say umptious, because his corpse hit pavement. Benson abandoned me, as I tried to stand up.

"Mordecai?" asked a voice, Margaret. She ran to meet me, and pulled me to my feet. "Are you okay?" Unable to talk, I shook my head no.

"What happened?" she asked. I took a pen and a notepad and wrote, "I had a weird soda and this happened."

"Which was?" Margaret asked,

I wrote, "I have a major stomach ache, and my legs are that of jelly. Oh, and I can't talk." Margaret read the note, and took me to the café. She handed me glass after glass of water. After about ten, I could talk again.

"Thank you," I said.

"So what was the soda?" she asked,

"I couldn't see the name." I said, "But it tasted like peaches and cream. The guy who had us try it drank some, and he died."

"That's ridiculous." Said Margaret.

I took her back to where I had the soda. The salesman's body was being loaded away by the Coroner, in the trash was the bottle. I took it and read the label,

"Peachy Creamy," I read aloud.

Margaret excused herself, going on a date with another boyfriend.

Margaret POV

I hurried along, unknowing how badly this date would end, I found my date: Benson. Now that I look back on it, that was a huge mistake.

An hour in, and I was storming out of the restaurant we were at. All of my no-touch zones had been violated three times. I thought Benson was a gentleman, but he couldn't keep his hands off me. I was surprised that I held out as long as I did,

"Hey," yelled Benson, "come back here." That was it. I whipped around and yelled.

"Get away from me, you f*****g pervert. I hope you die a lonely and horrible death." I stomped off.

Benson POV

I watched Margaret storm off, and I felt my fists clench. I had a massive desire to spill innocent blood. I was near the airport, and I saw the plane land. Perfect, Victims. The old me was dead, obliterated. Now this Benson, the bloodthirsty, Malicious Benson, was going to make people die.

Margaret POV

If anger could be measured by temperature, steam would be blowing out of my ears hard enough to knock Hulk Hogan on his butt. I stormed along, unknowing that things were about to get much better.

Mordecai came from around the corner,

"Margaret?" he asked, "what happened?"

"I don't feel like talking," I said. Mordecai put his hand on my shoulder. I wanted to be mad, but for some reason, my anger seemed to melt, it was actually soothing.

I spent the rest of the night with him, and I never knew he could be such a gentleman.

First chapter done. IF you don't like OOCness, then close the story, because it's not changing.