The sudden crash and a strong odour of whisky, these were all too familiar to Jason Lee Scott. In front of him loomed his father already holding a fresh bottle in one hand and a white plastic box in the other. The teen could only guess what was in the box but he knew whatever it was, it wouldn't be anything he'd want or need.

With a smile on the drunken mouth of the older man, he offered the box to his son with a shaking hand, stating simply it was what a weak piece of trash like him needed. Jason opened the finger print marked white box that contained several syringes filled with a clear liquid, several needles, and a length of rubber hose. He knew what it was instantly and it shocked him that the old man would want him to fill his body with this, this was exactly the reason the elder man had lost his own dream of being a football star.

Next the drunk gave a simple command, use it, almost automatically the future red ranger began assembling the syringe cringing slightly as he tied the hose tightly, then the needle pierced his skin and the liquid was injected. At first it had burnt his veins but afterwards he began to feel almost euphoric, like he had the stamina of twenty men, but that was short lived.

The world around Jason began to swim as the old man guided him to the weight bench and watch as his son almost like a man possessed lifted various weights, it was almost like he had no limit to his stamina. Or at least it had been like that till both the juiced up young man and the weight he was lifting hit the ground, both with about the same level of consciousness remaining.

Slowly the world swam into focus for Jason as his watch began to beep, he was late for his Karate class, and he knew well enough what the old man would do if he missed any of his duties. Slowly he climbed to his feet, his muscles sore and the world still hazy, the realization had set in almost instantly it wasn't only juice in that cocktail the old man had him stick into his arm.

Forcing the stiff garage door open he walked out into the beating rain, sure he'd be late if he walked from his home to the Juice Bar but something told him that he wouldn't make it if he ran. His clothing was almost instantly soaked through and it was cold, but this was nothing compared to the physical pain he had endured due to the old man, it was almost refreshing especially with how foggy his head seemed to be.

As the school came into view he smiled, he was really going to take out his anger and frustration on that nerd he'd forced into taking his class, Billy he recalled the saps name was.

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Silently the brunette stared at herself in the mirror, the guy currently sat on her parents couch had been waiting there for forty minutes now whilst she had been applying her make up and generally doing it as slow as possible. "Make them wait, Kim" her mother had told her repeatedly when the young woman had asked for advice and it was something she did well.

On the beige leather sofa the man fidgeted, he knew he was only here to take her to a gymnastics class but at this rate she was going to be late and in turn he was going to wind up being late for his part time job as well. Sadly he knew she was like this every time and yet he endured it just for a chance with her, many men did, thankfully it was only his driving she asked for, what she took from some of the others pursuing her would have paid his wages for a month easily.

Looking up at the stairs as he heard her light foot steps on the polished wood, moving to the bottom of the stairs in a light Latin accent he simply stated "You look beautiful today Kimberly", her response was a giggle followed by her pushing past him as she grabbed her coat and slipped into a pair of light pink plimsolls.

Out side her chariot awaited to take her to her class at the juice bar, it was a black Pontiac Firebird, with crimson decal work on it. To Kimberly it was just a pretty set of wheels to be driven about in, but to the young man driving it, it was his passion he spent most of his spare money on modifying and customising it, but to Kimberly he was just a driver with no potential of ever being anything more.

Climbing into the seat, she looked at him expectantly not wanting to be late for the class herself.

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A whirr, a click and an agonised howl, these were the noises coming from Billy's latest experiment, his curiosity had gotten the better of him today and he had wanted to see how much it would take to make someone pass out from pain. So far the subject had stayed conscious through broken fingers and toes, shattered knee caps, and a hammer taken to unmentionable places. But now the young scientist was growing bored of this game, and was working out how to dispose of the man he'd picked up for this little game. With a disinterested look he flicked a switch on the device the man was in and after a scream that was cut short the door opened to reveal a pile of ash.

The incinerator defiantly had been one of his better successes as he doubted even an industrial furnace would produce such results. Kneeling down he swept the remains into a bag intending to dispose of them later, probably in the lake as usual. The police hadn't become any wiser on the recent disappearances and that was down to his disposal techniques.

Early in the day that meat head Jason had forced him into signing up for his so call martial arts class, but the teen genius had no delusions on it being the jacked up jock just needing an excuse to give him a beating. On his drive way sat a Volkswagen beetle, it's white paint was chipping away and rust was showing but it was his method of transport. His father who was apparently considering a nerd by most had called it the "rad bug" when he'd given it to his son, a name it still carried but to Billy it was just a rust heap that would keep him out of the incoming rain.

Packing the uniform that Jason had forced him to buy at some massively inflated cost into a bag that he threw unceremoniously into the passenger seat he backed out of the driveway wishing he'd put together a radio for this bucket to drown out the sound of the struggling engine. His destination was the Juice centre just like all of the other teens though his purpose there was probably the least enjoyable of the group so far.