6. MJ's Wish

MJ had been crying. She was leant against the sink in the girls toilets, alone and sobbing. Her arms were busied, her stomach sore, and blood dribbled down from her hair, where it had been pulled and yanked at the roots. She tried to close her mouth, but her lips where swollen, so it hurt.

She stood up again and looked in the mirror. There was no way she could go to lessons looking like this. It had been made clear to MJ that if anyone found out what had happened, she'd get it again. She wouldn't tell, but looking like this, someone might guess. Sniffing, she began to run some water in a basin. Maybe if she washed the blood off, it wouldn't look so obvious.

Suddenly, she was aware that the light was changing in the room. The entire toilet appeared to have developed a red glow, and a strange mist circled about the room. Out from it, a creature materialised. It had red skin, claws for hands, and a black beard. MJ was initially terrified, but when it smiled, she found the courage to speak.

"Wh…who are you?" she stammered.

"Oh, my name isn't important MJ," the creature said eccentrically, waving his over long limbs about.

"How d…do you know my name?"

"I know everything about you MJ," it smiled, "and I know you need my help."

"I shouldn't need anyone's help," said MJ miserably, "I should be able to protect and help my self. When people help me they just suffer."

"Of course they do," said the red creature. "Everyone should be able to help themselves, and if they can't, they're a failure, and they deserve it. That is the principle that made this country so great."

"I don't want to be a failure," said MJ.

"No, you don't. But you're not. You've wanted something so badly, that I've come to give it to you."

"What?"

"If you want something badly enough, you will get it." He smiled, "So what do you want?"

MJ couldn't argue with logic. "I want superpowers," she said determinedly.

"Good choice," the creature said smugly. "You see MJ, the world works like this. The strong will always rule the weak. Nick and George were stronger than you, so they ruled you. But Edward was stronger then them. But the school is stronger than Edward, so you were left exposed. The only person safe from attack is the strongest person in the world."

"Like the President?" MJ asked.

"Yes, but political power is temporary. Mutant powers, super powers, are permanent. Now if you were one of the most powerful super beings ever, not even other super beings would be able to harm you, let alone those pathetic humans."

"Yes, yes," said MJ spiritedly, feeling stronger already, "I could pay them back for everything.

"That's the spirit," the creature smiled.

"I'll be able to make the rules!"

"Yes, you will."

MJ looked up. "So all I have to do is ask you?"

"You don't even have to do that!" the creature laughed. "I'll be back!" and he disappeared. MJ licked the blood on her cheek, all her senses buzzing. It tasted bitter, but that would soon be cancelled by the sweet taste of revenge.

Gohan pulled back from the microscope.

"I can't tell what it is sir," he said to his mentor. He slide the microscope to the Professor, who had a look him self.

"Humm, my eye site isn't what it used to be," he muttered. He pulled away. "I can't tell whether there is a change or not. Dam Sonic wanting us to check all heroes for any mutation changes, no ones gone crazy for weeks."

"Still, we better scan it again?" Gohan semi-asked. When the Professor nodded, he went to put the DNA sample in the machine. But he never got that far.

As the two scientists collapsed, coughing in the red smoke, Him calmly relived Gohan of the sample.

"Don't need you either," he said glancing at the Professor. "No, this time, your stupid daughters are going to be undone by a different relative." Even he'd been surprised by the ease of manipulation of MJ. But she was young and naïve.

He glanced at the sample in his claw. "Just needs a small modification," he said, and he drew out a small bottle of black liquid. "Your carelessness Brick is going to cost your 'girl friend' everything," he sniggered, "but don't worry, once the world has been destroyed, she can join you…"

And as he laughed, he added a small drop of the liquid to the DNA sample, which reacted violently.

MJ was boxing with her shadow when the creature returned.

"You got it?" she asked. The creature handed her a glass of bright red liquid.

"There you go," he said smugly, "all you have to do is drink."

MJ nodded, and looked down at the bubbling liquid. Then she looked at her self one last time in the mirror. Her pink eyes told her self of the suffering she'd experienced, even without the blood on her face. But they also told of fear. She suppressed it.

"Bye-bye MJ," she whispered, and she swallowed it.

The creature smiled. "My work here is done," he said and disappeared cackling.

"Wait," MJ called, but suddenly stomach pain struck her. She groaned for a moment, then it seemed to flood through her veins to ever part of her body. Her arms swelled, her chest tightened, her legs stiffened and her head burned. Her mouth seemed to widen, and two huge mandibles (fangs) shot out. They dripped with a shiny liquid. And the pain continued.

Eventually, she picked herself up off the floor of the toilet, and glanced in the mirror. The creature had been right in many respects. She was a lot stronger in appearance, and those teeth, although vicious, weren't two noticeable. Her pink eyes were the same, except they now showed a different emotion; a slightly crazy self confidence. She flexed her muscles slightly, and ripped a near by sink off the wall. So she was a freak, but she felt great.

There was a problem however. She didn't remember who she was. She didn't remember much. What she did know was that she wanted revenge, on two kids who were at the local hospital, trapped and unable to run. Like flies caught in a web, she thought. It was a suitable metaphor, because MJ was hungry, and no longer human.

From a safe distance, Him smiled. Those two kids would be the first of many, he thought, and it would finally crack those puffs! Phase one of his plan was finally complete.

HAPPY ENDING GUARANTEE: If you do not find the ending to this story happy I will never write another story, and say who I am. Okay? You can call down the lynch mob now. Oh yes, and before you all ask, I don't hate children, they're just easy targets, and this is a T rated story, so there will be no despicable violence. Right, please review, feel free to be honest, and ask questions. Thanks for reading.