Athenatonin

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

“Athenatonin!” 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 Athenatonin 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 horn and shot 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 the 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. Ya follow me?”

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

“But John I mean how likely it 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 he 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 fall back down instantly. As he look up he see Karen’s face hanging over yours. 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 your 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 he in the eyes. She has nice sky blue eyes. “Nope, you’re ok, relatively speaking of course.” She smiles. “Alright lets get you to your house, ok?”

“Yeah sure.”

“Put your arm over my shoulder,” he complies, and the two of he work his way out of the school. Karen helps him into her car. The two of he is soaked before he even reach 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 Athenatonin pathogen. “Do you think you can go up stairs 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 doing 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 prease,” he begs with pouted lips. Julie flips him off and leaves. He change clothes and go 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 open and close it, this action burns considerably. “Huh, guess it was deeper than I thought.” He rolls out of bed and go 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 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 his proud of his cock, after all who is going to take scientific studies over porn when looking up facts? However, before he can really get going there comes a knock at the door. “Hurry up John I need to get a shower too,” cries Juliet. He is so startled by the interruption, that his whole body tenses up and he squeeze the soap bar in his hand too tightly. It flies up into in the air almost hitting him in the face in the fraction of a second that he has to realize what has happened he flinches. However, nothing happens. There is no sudden smash to the head not, regret of how inept he is. He opens his eyes. There floating before he is the bar of soap.

“Holy Shit” he mutters to himself.

“Hurry up asshole, your not the only one who needs a shower.”

“Out in a minute.” There is no time to finish. He hops out of the shower and dry off. He hurries out of the bathroom and down to breakfast. He scarfs his food.

His mom is watching him. “John, you’re not looking well. Do you have a temperature, maybe you should stay home?”