Better get the ball rolling…
Chapter 2 – The changes pick up speed…
Luckily, Terry and Kyle were alone in the locker room.
"Calm down Kyle. I'm sure you weren't spliced."
"Let's look at it this way… One- they have easy access to the stuff they knocked me out with. Two – My home is near a gang territory, and I think it's the Splicers. Three- Nothing I had was taken, and I didn't seem to be hurt. Four – No one knocks someone out without a reason."
"Um… I don't know. Just wait a little while. Maybe that's a bug bite."
"Terry! SOMETHING'S happening to me. I could tell someone was making a pie in cooking class from the other side of the school, and now I can smell some three-day old meat from the cafeteria. THAT CAN'T BE CALLED NORMAL!"
"Just try to wait it out. Maybe they only spliced a small amount of DNA."
"…Maybe. We'd better get to the gym before someone comes looking for us."
"I have to make a phone call. I know someone that could help."
"Thanks."
Kyle went into the gym, while Terry used a pay phone to call Bruce Wayne…
"Class, the principal suggested we limber up your muscles with gymnastics today. I've set up the balance bar, and the rest of it. After we all limber up, we'll move on to laps around the gym."
"Hey new kid." Nelson said.
Kyle heard him from a few feet away.
"What?"
"Fifty bucks says I can do better than you."
Kyle knew what he meant, and also felt unusually confident.
"You're on. You first. By the way… I expect the credits after school."
Nelson went up to the first cross bar. He jumped up and grabbed it. He began to swing on it a bit, then he jumped to the second one, but he missed, and landed face first on the mat. The others watching the bet, including the teacher, were a little surprised he missed. Nelson got up, and walked toward Kyle.
"You still have to do better than me."
"Simple." Kyle said, felling incredibly confidant.
Kyle moved the balance bar a little, and then went to the crossbar. He hopped up, and grabbed it. He began to swing. He spun quickly, and then jumped for the higher bar. He spun backwards once before he grabbed it. He then swung around that bar, and jumped from the top back toward the first bar. He looked like he was using a fancy landing, but he really caught the bar again, and quickly swung back to the second bar. He then turned around, and began to swing backward. After gaining enough speed, he jumped toward the balance bar, used a handspring off of it, made one and a half spins, and landed in a crouching position, facing the balance bar. Everyone, including Terry, who had finished the phone call, was shocked. Kyle didn't seem to notice, and walked over to Nelson.
"You didn't have a chance. Keep your credits. I thought you'd be a challenge."
"Laps!"
Everyone was limbered up, and raring to go. Then Nelson opened his mouth again.
"Double or nothing that I can outrun you."
"Fine. It'll give you a chance to avoid debt."
"GO!"
Nelson was in an all out sprint. He didn't want to lose 100 credits. He then noticed Kyle had a healthy lead.
"WHAT THE?"
Kyle was pulling further ahead FAST. Nelson tried harder, but only managed to avoid losing ground, and he was tiring. Suddenly, Kyle stopped, and Nelson soon past him. Kyle was busy tending to sore muscles…
In the locker room, Nelson seemed upset. Kyle didn't really notice, and was busy trying to soothe his aching muscles. He didn't understand why they hurt, or why muscles he wasn't using were hurting.
"Are you okay?" Terry asked him.
"No. It feels like every muscle in my body aches."
"The way you were playing, I wouldn't be surprised."
Kyle then removed his shirt, and got his other shirt out of the locker. Terry was the only one to notice the change. Before gym, Kyle had an average body. Now, it was quite muscular. Kyle only noticed a side effect…
"MPH! My shirt seems a little tight."
By now, they were alone again.
"Kyle… Look in the mirror."
He did, and noticed his altered physique.
"This could be serious…"
Lunch came quickly, and Kyle was famished. Terry didn't need to ask if he was, because his stomach growled loud enough for some near-by people to stare at him.
"I'm so hungry, I'd even eat whatever they're serving today."
"THAT would be a mistake."
Kyle was served his lunch, and he went to a table. He ate quickly, and he also ate a lot. The kids at his table stared at him. Kyle thought back to science class…
"Quick metabolism."
"That's not it. We never saw anyone able to eat Wednesday's mystery meat. It's too tough to cut or chew normally, but you did both."
"Got me there."
Kyle left for the bathroom. Terry thought something was wrong, and soon left for the bathroom as well…
Kyle had finished washing his hands, when pain racked his body. Specifically, the pain was in his back and behind. It went away quickly, but it helped bring attention to another change. When he opened his eyes, he saw his teeth reflected in the mirror. They were all razor sharp…
I said the changes sped up, and I meant it.
Chapter 2 – The changes pick up speed…
Luckily, Terry and Kyle were alone in the locker room.
"Calm down Kyle. I'm sure you weren't spliced."
"Let's look at it this way… One- they have easy access to the stuff they knocked me out with. Two – My home is near a gang territory, and I think it's the Splicers. Three- Nothing I had was taken, and I didn't seem to be hurt. Four – No one knocks someone out without a reason."
"Um… I don't know. Just wait a little while. Maybe that's a bug bite."
"Terry! SOMETHING'S happening to me. I could tell someone was making a pie in cooking class from the other side of the school, and now I can smell some three-day old meat from the cafeteria. THAT CAN'T BE CALLED NORMAL!"
"Just try to wait it out. Maybe they only spliced a small amount of DNA."
"…Maybe. We'd better get to the gym before someone comes looking for us."
"I have to make a phone call. I know someone that could help."
"Thanks."
Kyle went into the gym, while Terry used a pay phone to call Bruce Wayne…
"Class, the principal suggested we limber up your muscles with gymnastics today. I've set up the balance bar, and the rest of it. After we all limber up, we'll move on to laps around the gym."
"Hey new kid." Nelson said.
Kyle heard him from a few feet away.
"What?"
"Fifty bucks says I can do better than you."
Kyle knew what he meant, and also felt unusually confident.
"You're on. You first. By the way… I expect the credits after school."
Nelson went up to the first cross bar. He jumped up and grabbed it. He began to swing on it a bit, then he jumped to the second one, but he missed, and landed face first on the mat. The others watching the bet, including the teacher, were a little surprised he missed. Nelson got up, and walked toward Kyle.
"You still have to do better than me."
"Simple." Kyle said, felling incredibly confidant.
Kyle moved the balance bar a little, and then went to the crossbar. He hopped up, and grabbed it. He began to swing. He spun quickly, and then jumped for the higher bar. He spun backwards once before he grabbed it. He then swung around that bar, and jumped from the top back toward the first bar. He looked like he was using a fancy landing, but he really caught the bar again, and quickly swung back to the second bar. He then turned around, and began to swing backward. After gaining enough speed, he jumped toward the balance bar, used a handspring off of it, made one and a half spins, and landed in a crouching position, facing the balance bar. Everyone, including Terry, who had finished the phone call, was shocked. Kyle didn't seem to notice, and walked over to Nelson.
"You didn't have a chance. Keep your credits. I thought you'd be a challenge."
"Laps!"
Everyone was limbered up, and raring to go. Then Nelson opened his mouth again.
"Double or nothing that I can outrun you."
"Fine. It'll give you a chance to avoid debt."
"GO!"
Nelson was in an all out sprint. He didn't want to lose 100 credits. He then noticed Kyle had a healthy lead.
"WHAT THE?"
Kyle was pulling further ahead FAST. Nelson tried harder, but only managed to avoid losing ground, and he was tiring. Suddenly, Kyle stopped, and Nelson soon past him. Kyle was busy tending to sore muscles…
In the locker room, Nelson seemed upset. Kyle didn't really notice, and was busy trying to soothe his aching muscles. He didn't understand why they hurt, or why muscles he wasn't using were hurting.
"Are you okay?" Terry asked him.
"No. It feels like every muscle in my body aches."
"The way you were playing, I wouldn't be surprised."
Kyle then removed his shirt, and got his other shirt out of the locker. Terry was the only one to notice the change. Before gym, Kyle had an average body. Now, it was quite muscular. Kyle only noticed a side effect…
"MPH! My shirt seems a little tight."
By now, they were alone again.
"Kyle… Look in the mirror."
He did, and noticed his altered physique.
"This could be serious…"
Lunch came quickly, and Kyle was famished. Terry didn't need to ask if he was, because his stomach growled loud enough for some near-by people to stare at him.
"I'm so hungry, I'd even eat whatever they're serving today."
"THAT would be a mistake."
Kyle was served his lunch, and he went to a table. He ate quickly, and he also ate a lot. The kids at his table stared at him. Kyle thought back to science class…
"Quick metabolism."
"That's not it. We never saw anyone able to eat Wednesday's mystery meat. It's too tough to cut or chew normally, but you did both."
"Got me there."
Kyle left for the bathroom. Terry thought something was wrong, and soon left for the bathroom as well…
Kyle had finished washing his hands, when pain racked his body. Specifically, the pain was in his back and behind. It went away quickly, but it helped bring attention to another change. When he opened his eyes, he saw his teeth reflected in the mirror. They were all razor sharp…
I said the changes sped up, and I meant it.