Summary: Think X-Men meets Smallville meets Heroes… meets, like, half of Marvel comics. Classic comic-book, serial style.
College is never easy, but when you take a class fieldtrip and get exposed to a deadly toxin that changes your entire genetic structure, things are about to get a lot tougher.
Warnings: AU, Angst, romance, humor, language, violence, character death, original characters, drug use – and abuse.
Pairings: Again, classic serial style, things are going to change up A LOT. Het, Yaoi, Yuri. It's all here. However, things will work in a general direction: I've got the ultimate pairings in mind already (including a threesome), but we'll have a lot of detours before we get there.
1.0: Prologue
His skin was on fire. Blood pounded in his eyes and he could feel electricity pouring off of his body in waves. It was torture just to breathe. Even the thought of moving had him wanting to vomit, but he forced himself to stand. Forced himself to walk over to the mirror.
The reflection was shocking. His skin was mottled red and purple – it looked as though he had been beaten to within an inch of his life. He eyes were so bloodshot that they looked as though they were filled with blood. And his hair was standing on end.
He forced himself to look away from the monster in the mirror and looked again at the dead body sprawled on the floor in front of him. Body was a generous term – it had been so badly mangled that it more closely resembled a butcher's leftovers than human remains. The face had been completely ripped off the skull, and he looked around until he found it – thrown against the wall and dripping a bloody line to the floor. One leg had been forcibly broken and was at a near ninety degree angle to the torso, while the torso itself was a hollow cavity of blood. The organs had all been scattered in a wide radius.
He looked down at his hands, at his clothes. There wasn't a spot of blood on him, not a wrinkle in his shirt. He grinned. And then he started to laugh.
At last. He had been successful. This formula had worked.
He continued to laugh, even as he sat down in front of the laptop and begun to type up his lab notes. Romafeller would be dying to hear about this.
It wasn't until the smell started to annoy him that he looked back at the body. He made a mental note to set up plastic next time: it looked like the blood had really stained the carpet.
Sighing, he closed the laptop and pulled out his cellphone to call the cleaning service. They certainly had their work cut out for them this time.
TBC...
