Billy couldn't even scream, barely aware of the sound of the Wizard's voice over him as lightening coursed through the boy. It felt like he was on fire, like every nerve he had was being scorched! Unable to fully move, all the boy could do was jerk and spasm as the Wizard spoke.
"I open my heart to you, Billy Batson," Shazam intoned, his voice deep and thick with desperate emotion as he looked into the boy's wide eyes, "and in doing so, gift you my power, and the powers of my brothers and sisters! You are our new beginning, and through you their seats will no longer sit empty! Billy Batson," the Wizard reached out, clasping his hands where they were locked on the staff, "I choose you as Champion." The lightening cut off, and Billy slumped to the floor, twitching. He lie there, wide eyed and gasping for air. The sudden silence made him turn, strain to look up to where the man stood. The Wizard took a step back, and Billy stared as his face began to change. Bits of skin fell like grains of sand, and Billy made a thin sound of horror as the man's body trembled and hunched, crumbling into a pile before him. He wanted to wake up now. He wanted to wake up, he wanted to wake up! The boy shoved himself away from the pile of... of person... and stopped. He stared down at his hands, unable to comprehend them. They were bigger, and holy shit, so were his arms, and oh, oh God what the fuck was wrong with his body!? Billy gasped for air, shaking his head as he looked down at himself.
"What-?" he started in a voice that wasn't his own- deeper, more adult sounding. Billy looked back at the remains of the Wizard, watching as a slight breeze scattered them across the floor. "I don't- What? What?" The Wizard's staff, which had remained upright after the collapse of the Wizard, swayed. It slowly tilted, and with no one to catch it, fell to the floor. As the jeweled top made contact, light flared out from it, the sound of roaring thunder echoing through the hallway. Billy shut his eyes, clapped his hands to his ears, screamed-
And jerked awake on the subway train. He clutched at the solid seat beneath him, eyes darting about at the sudden loudness of multiple conversations. There were people here, not like before. It... it had all really been a dream, then? Oh thank God. The boy slumped back in his seat, breathing a sigh of relief as he closed his eyes.
"I applaud your outfit choices today, man," an amused voice told him, and Billy opened his eyes to see a man looking him up and down. "I mean, it shouldn't work, but damn you look good!" Billy frowned, what was he talking about? He looked down-! The boy gasped, staring in horror down at his freakishly large body. But, but he'd woken up! As the train slowed to a stop, Billy pushed himself up from the seat, stumbling through the crowded compartment. Everyone was staring at him, a few women whistling as he pushed his way out into the train station. What the fuck? Whatthefuck? What was this!? Billy started for the stairs, his awkward gait uneven as he reached out and grabbed the bar to help himself up.
"Lookin' good, cutie," a woman said as she passed him by, and Billy felt his world spin as he turned his head to watch her continue on down. He clapped a hand to his mouth, swallowing down the abrupt urge to vomit as he stumbled up the steps. How had this happened? Howhow? Could he-? The boy stopped, staring down at himself. Could he even stop this? Make him... him... again? The Wizard was dust! Oh Lord, what if he couldn't turn back? What was he supposed to do, go the hospital? Walk into the ER and go, "yeah, a Wizard turned me into an adult and then he died, so I need you to turn me back." Yeah, that'd go super well. He'd be locked up in a looney bin faster than he could say, "I thought it was a supernatural horror video-"
Wait.
Wait.
He jumped on the idea. That was it! Supernatural! Mr. Sivana! If the man had been researching stuff like magic, surely he'd know something about how to turn Billy back, right? Yes! Lurching forward, cursing his unsteady walking, Billy hurried as fast as he could. Mr. Sivana would know what to do, he told himself. He would fix this!