Metisatonin

He closes his eyes for a moment as she pulls out the last piece of glass. He tries to think. He visualizes the bottle. Out of the mists of memory, it is coming. The words begin to form before my eyes.

“Metisatonin!” shouts Karen.

“What?” he asks. He spins around, now awakened from the daze of recalled memories, and look at Karen standing by the table.

“It was the Metisatonin that you broke,” she states. “It’s the only one not here.”

“Oh,” he replies. He open and close his hands. The wounds burn slightly. “Hey, Karen what do you think will happen?”

“Honestly I have no idea, maybe nothing, maybe you’ll grow horns and shoot lasers out of your eyes, oOoOooOo” she fluttered her fingers as she said this in a teasing manner.

“Ha-ha,” he scoffs. “So you really have no idea? Huh?”

“Like I said I only just injected the mice today.” She pauses for a moment, “But I will say this, none of those chemicals are found in any other animal, man, and man alone right?”

“That is what I have heard,” he responds.

“Well, my guess would be if anything you would become, well more human than human. You follow me?”

He exhales, “Whoa this is some heavy stuff.”

“But John I mean how likely is that to happen?” She gives a weak laugh. He joins in the laughter but is by no means reassured. He is no newbie to this science, after all, his father was one of the pioneers of the field until he died last year. “Look I got to go, John. Do you need help?”

“Naw, I got it.” He tries to stand up, but his hand slips and he falls back down instantly. As he looks up he sees Karen’s face hanging over his. Her long ponytail hangs to the side of her neck. Soon her head, hair, the whole room merge colors like the reflections on choppy waters and become as one great mass before all things turned black.

He hears his name being called from far away outside the darkness that had consumed him. “John. . . John, can you hear me? Are you ok?” It is Karen, who calls him. “I can’t carry you, John. You're too heavy.”

“What happened Karen?”

“Your hand is bleeding and you put your weight on it as you got up. You slipped silly.” She smiles at him. “Give me your good hand.”

He holds out his right hand and she helps him to his feet. “How long was I out?”

“About an hour, I tried to get help but the school is empty and the phones locked up in the office.”

“I have to get home before my mom…”

“We’ll get there but first let me check for concussions.” She bends his head back and stares him in the eyes. She has nice sky blue eyes. “Nope, you’re ok, relatively speaking of course.” She smiles. “Alright, let's get you to your house, ok?”

“Yeah sure.”

“Put your arm over my shoulder,” he complies, and the two of them work his way out of the school. Karen helps him into her car. The two of he is soaked before he even reaches the bottom of the steps just outside the door. Along with the rain, there is now a thick mist. “Sorry John, but you are in no shape to drive, especially not in this weather.”

“Yeah, sure whatever.” His head is still groggy.

He tells her the path to his home, but it is a slow trip to his house, which is only a mile away, because of the fog. She helps him to the couch in his living room. She kisses him on the head tenderly. “You going to be ok, John?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” She moves his wet hair out of his eyes, “ok.” Karen dashes back out the kitchen door and into the rain. He hears his mother’s car pull just as Karen is leaving. He hears his mom, Rebecca, his sister, Juliet, and Karen talking in the garage. Karen’s car starts up and drives off and his mom comes rushing to him.

“Oh my poor baby,” his mother coos. “Miss Karen told us everything.” He wonders how much Karen really told. He doubts she said anything about the Metisatonin pathogen. “Do you think you can go upstairs and change clothes?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Ok honey, I’ll go get you some hot soup,” his mom answers.

“John,” says his sister as his mom leaves, “you are such a geek.”

“What do you want Julie?” he asks his sister.

“Mom was planning to do something special tonight, but you have to go get beat-up”

“It’s not like I planned this.” He gets up and hobbles to the stairs. He begins to falter.

“Oh Shit. Hang on John,” complains Julie as comes to his aid. She helps him up the stairs and to his room, her warm soft breast press against his chest as he ascends. She drops John on the bed. “I’m not going to help you undress.”

“Awe, pretty please,” he begs with pouted lips. Julie flips him off and leaves. He changes clothes and goes to sleep. He never hears his mom bring the soup or her leavening.

The next day he wakes up. He feels a bit off but he chalks it up to slamming his head yesterday. He checks his wounded left hand. The wounds still have not healed. He opens and closes it, this action burns considerably. “Huh, guess it was deeper than I thought.” He rolls out of bed and goes to check the bathroom he and Julie share. It is free so he gets in and let the warm water pound on his body. He takes the showerhead off and let the warm pounding waters pulsate on his cock. The great serpent awakens. His penis is about 9 and a half inches long. All the porn he’s seen makes he seem average sized, but then his science books have always said that almost everyone has about 4”-6” and so he's proud of his cock. After all, who is going to take scientific studies over porn when looking up facts?

‘Hurry up John, goddammit, you fucking asshole, I need a fucking shower too ya know! Not to mention I'm horny as fucking hell and fucking need to masturbate with that shower head, god how I need to fuck myself,’ he heard Juliet cry out.

“Shit, that was way too much information,” he muttered to himself. He heard her knock at the door. “Keep your pants on I'll be out in a minute.” There is no time to finish. He hops out of the shower and dried off. He hurries out of the bathroom and down to breakfast. He inhaled his food.

He can feel his mom watching him. ‘John is not looking well. I wonder if he has a temperature, maybe he should stay home?’

“I'm fine Mom.”

“John, you're really not looking so well. Do you have a temperature, maybe you should stay home?”