(Jasons POV)-Verse 4- Madam Mystics Pt.3

My eyes widened out of shock. “Is…is this Artificially made…” I conceive such must be the case considering the things I had read concerning the new age method of Marvels being born.

“Fufu so we have a brainiac amongst us. Yes and no is the short answer. This stuff is about 97% purity grade. Compared to the toxic fifth they’re injecting kids with back at Metro City, which is said to have 67% chance of giving you powers without going completely bat shit crazy. This is a unique 1 of 1 blend which I have been keeping for many moons.” I notice a strange look of emotions finally appearing across her gaze. If I was to guess, this means something to her. Only I cant fathom why.

“I’ve been meaning to get rid of this on the count of having no energy of fighting them off if they find out what I have done…”

Those words prickled me, I wanted to ask her more about that but Tobi nudged me with clear excitement glittering against his gaze.

“By the Gods Jay pick one already pick one!”

Being haggled by his pestering I take a look the two vials again.

One is a deep blueish tint whilst the other is a greenish lime coloured agent. I decided to choose the less sickly looking one out of the two. I reach towards the blue vial and gently tap my finger lightly against the bottle.

“Fufufu ah...Good choice. So that leaves... this one for you then.” I notice a slight venom laced against her tongue as she gestures the last vial towards Tobi. It's rather clear she doesnt like him.

He doesn’t seem too bothered by her obvious show of discourtesy, rather his eyes are filled with stars as he could hardly stand still whilst caressing the green coloured vial in his hands.

There's a slight surrealness about the entire ordeal, I woke up today just like any other morning, got ready for school and continued on the same way I always would. I must’ve stopped dreaming about powers a long time ago, who would’ve thought I might just gain my greatest wish.

Despite the swell of happiness flowing through my bones, I feel a slight premonition of uneasiness running through me. This scenario felt too good to be true, was it that easy to discover powers? I couldn’t quite place my finger on where this feeling stemmed from. I just held some doubt about Nubia’s sudden change of heart, why did she decide to give us these strange vials filled with artificial agent. I didn’t know much about the Artificial Marvel genes, they were popular within the higher districts first of all, where the higher society lived and young hopefuls could afford to be lab rats for all manner of tests. I went through a phase of surfing the dark web for strange cases of AMG takers gone wrong. I recalled a harrowing memory of a boy who ended up growing five arms after a bad reaction to a poorly made dose.

I gulped down harshly staring at the crystallised blue agent in liquid form. I had to really consider whether or not I was doing the right thing here.

“Hey Jason. Don’t overthink it, I'm here with you buddy alright. And it’s me and you, just how its always been.” Tobi stands closely beside me, he gives me a thumbs up before purposely holding the tiny vial out in his front ceremonially. I gathered what he was proposing and creased a knowing smile before I gather the vial between my two fingers and copy his gesture. We lightly knocked the vials together before uncorking the tiny bottle and pouring it down our throats.

A bitter minty taste bursts into my mouth. It’s not as bad as I first thought but I strangely feel it moving through my body like a writhing worm.

“Ah-m-man...J-jase? I don’t f-feel so...Blergh!” Tobi rushes outside clutching at his mouth. No need to guess what he’ll be doing out there. On the other end of the spectrum, I don’t feel nauseous, in fact I feel great! Better than great, as though a surge of power was injected straight into my bloodstream.

There’s a tingly sensation running through my arm, I end up staring wide eyed at my two open palms. Suddenly, a glowing golden mist covers my two hands. I’m not exactly sure what happened next, but my vision almost blurred instantly. I turn my head in a rush of panic towards Nubia standing beside me. Her body starts to shift and deform,

“Tut-tut silly kids. You should know nothing in this world is for free Hmph and serves that fatso right. How dare he throws dirt on my name. Hey Kid, listen good. You’re going to lost consciousness soon, but have no fear. I’ll take good care of you whilst you...dream of a new world fufufufu. Sweet dreams now...S-s-s-on of the purrrrfect one.”

I might've felt the true weight behind those chilling words if I was in a right frame of mind. But my whilst my vision darkened my body felt loose...and out of my control

And just like that, I suddenly find myself fallen into a deep embrace of darkness. It’s a strange feeling, considering I could vaguely understand to some degree the difference between a dream and reality. The obscurity of the scene was usually a first give-a-way, but there was also this absence of something I likened to a consciousness during the dream state. Any how, where I expected that feeling to appear, it never did surprisingly enough. What did arrive instead were the sounds of a resounding and yet somehow pleasurable sounding thrum. The noise spoke in a gentle pattern, a pause every few seconds before it’s drum like echo filled my ears.

Thrum...Thrum...thrum...thrum...wait a minute, this is...my heartbeat?

The moment I uncovered that information I started to hear the growing sounds of a playful and yet mature feminine laughter erupting somewhere within the shroud of darkness. The next thing to startle me was the arrival of a swirl of psychedelic colours.

I marvel at the scene before me, wordless and very much certain this place leans closer towards reality than anywhere else. A swash of brightly conjured orange, green, blue and yellow appear almost in the shape of a large flower. Twisting into some kind of cyclone for a few moments until I see a peculiar shaped large grey eye slowly opening. A magnificent swash of sapphire filled the iris.

Just by the subtle moments I stand here, gazing into it, I feel as though I’m in the presence of something far beyond what I could truly imagine. My entire body senses it, this is something...marvellous? And yet...eerily familiar.

That playful laughter arrives again. This time however I begin seeing a large clump of greyish matter beginning to convulse into existence. What first starts off as a slightly frightening bubbling ball of greyish blob. Very quickly takes shape into a humanoid, one boasting an audacious sized bust with slender long legs, wide hips, and a smooth and polished silver skin. A large fall of pure white hair falls down its body. From its sensually shaped black lips I notice a bright smile forming, and a burst of colours splattering into existence. With each movement it bizarrely stirred a splatter of these warm colours into life. I had to question if I had been poisoned and as by some kind of psychedelic **** for that matter.

Whilst my mind desperately tries to deal with the sudden changes going around me, I notice a strange glow sparkling in the centre of the large eye affixed in place in the dark air above. It’s sclera turned completely gold, accompanied by the sudden rattling of the eye itself. I narrow my gaze slightly, noticing dark blood beginning to gather by its tear duct.

“It’s marvelous isn’t it?

Everything is marvelous…look at us. We were trapped for so long I almost forgot what it felt like to be aliveeeee-erghp.

Ah! Who are you ?…hmmm you smell of gold hmmm.”

I was left swayed in a trance by her unique appearance. Even my own body was beginning to feel weird. How on earth did I even get here? I merely blinked my eyes a few times when suddenly I find the large breasted figure standing right in front of me. So close, my feet shuffled backwards and lose balance. But instead of the expected fall, I feel a formless current pushing against my back in order to prevent me from falling.

A cheerful grin appears across her obsidian coloured lips, her movements and appearance look incredibly alluring even when she smiles. I keep having to remind myself she’s definitely not human. Which then leaves me to harrowingly wonder if drinking that vial of liquid was the cause of all of this.

“It doesn’t matter who you are to be honest. You are Simon. I am Simon. We all are Simon fufufu.” She cackles with a sinister eerie laugh. I feel goosebumps crawling all over my skin.

I don’t think she wants to do me harm, well I strongly hope she doesn’t so my mouth parts open and I ask the single most important question.

“Who are you?”

Her brow narrows as she looks annoyed by my question, watching that previous child like glee turning cold sends a shiver down the nape of my neck.

“I just told you who I am? Simo!. Aren’t you paying attention? It’s rude to ignore people when they’re trying to be kind.”

Sensing her growing frustrations I immediately adopt the demeanour of someone who is gratefully misunderstood.

“I’m sorry for-forgive my rudeness but if you don’t mind me asking who is …simon.”

I notice a mischievous grin slightly tug at the corners of her mouth.

“Simon is…the one who stole all the stars fufufu. The Gods dressed Simon in playful wears, then had him perform all day long for their amusement. But secretly Simon was weaving his playful instruments. And stealing all the gifts from the Gods. He ran away just before the great war. And the Gods lost because Simon had stolen their powers hehehe isn’t he marvelous indeed.”

I couldn’t answer that, the story itself sounded like something straight out of a tale told to keep kids awake at night. I scanned the mostly blanket filled with darkness again, hoping for a way out but finding nothing short of a colourful ambiance forming misshapen colours.

“You see now that we’re here, we can both be Simon. He is two sides of the same coin. His instruments and the powers he stole.

“B-but what has that got to do with me?” I can’t help but ask.

“ fufufu silly boy you smell like Gold but you are Simon, you can’t hide from me I’ve known him all along you see. Shhh- I can hear it… listen…the drums of madness are sounding.”

As soon as those words were spoken I could hear my heartbeat beating so loud I was assured she could hear it too. I clutched at the clothes against my chest the ba dump sounds echo louder and louder like a tribal drum. Anxiety strangles me ruthlessly and I find my body crumbling almost to the ground.

When I raise my sunken helm I’m speechless by the scene of the voluptuous figure dancing beneath the giant eye. A mirage of rainbows bloom and splatter all around her, her body distorts and vanishes before my very eyes.

“Yes! This is it! The songs of his awakening! Simon! Simon! Simon! Arise and torment the worlddddd.” She almost bellows a deranging laugh into the void-less air. I feel my consciousness fall into a peaceful embrace. The colourful reality becomes dark again. Finally, it feels as though I escaped.