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CHAPTER 6
T he clear sky and night air created the ideal condition for a long run. A near full moon illuminated the ground for a confident stride, while the midnight climate drew away excess body heat. The real danger of robbery, or some other criminal assault, would have been the only worry for a normal jogger. Steve did not feel like a normal jogger, or a normal human for that matter. It was early Thursday morning, around 1:00 a.m., and earlier that evening he’d taken the seventh dose of powder-water mixture. After witnessing the effects enjoyed by his friends, the young man wasted no time starting a daily regimen. His experience rivaled that of Nora and Bryan's, the first day he experienced enhanced motor skills, the second, increased physical strength and endurance. With each following day and dose, all three faculties magnified to superhuman proportions. By Wednesday, his strength grew to match Bryan's and had they compared strength today he would have surpassed that of his friends, he was sure of it. Purchasing enough weight for a good test would be a problem.
Steve had emptied his savings account and purchased a 300-pound Olympic weight set and heavy-framed lifting bench. Both boys had benched a fully loaded barbell with surprising ease. Steve estimated that he had only used a third of his strength and guessed he could probably press 900 pounds. Bryan still planned to ask his mother for the money to buy more iron plates. Still, 900 pounds of weight lifting plates in the garage would be hard to explain to his uncle. Maybe they would explore other ways to test their full potential.
The three had decided to keep the powder and their new abilities secret. This was the opportunity of a lifetime and Bryan was right, once the secret got out some government agency would take the powder away. Steve wanted some time to enjoy these incredible gifts and secrecy seemed the way to go. Nora had mentioned something about being caught in a media circus and Steve looked forward to it. Eventually their secret would become public and they would have their 15 minutes of fame. Best of all, he had dropped twice as much weight in one week as he had the entire time he’d taken up jogging. The second best thing was the money their impending fame would bring. Steve pictured product endorsements, maybe nutritional supplements or exercise equipment. He pictured himself holding up a can of protein powder in a slick magazine advertisement, in a tank top—tucked in of course.
Steve pretended to display a container. “Mega Protein Mix isn’t the magic powder my friends and I discovered, but it’s the closest thing on the market I’ve found to it.” He drew his arms in and scanned the barren streets for witnesses to the fantasy endorsement.
His embarrassment was quickly replaced by an electric euphoria that burst from his skin causing a tingle from head to toe. This must have been what it was like to win the lottery. Exhilaration consumed him as an intense feeling of well-being incased him. How lucky he was to be part of this miracle. To have superhuman strength and endurance was a dream come true for any teenager, but to a gamer, daydreamer, and comic book buff—it was bliss.
Steve stopped at the top of the moss wall and admired the pattern of sweat developing across his fleece top. The clean smell pleased him, as did the definition developing across his chest and shoulders, their shape more prominent when the wet material clung just the right way.
The drenched teen looked over the fence. Two men sat at the bottom of the wall, homeless judging from their disheveled appearance. He was in no hurry to attempt a jump anyway. The drop was intimidating as hell and he was content to rest against the short fence letting sweat drip. Every few seconds the night breeze would hit just right bringing a wave of relief from the heat. He couldn’t help but notice the activity below.
One of the men
CHAPTER 6
T he clear sky and night air created the ideal condition for a long run. A near full moon illuminated the ground for a confident stride, while the midnight climate drew away excess body heat. The real danger of robbery, or some other criminal assault, would have been the only worry for a normal jogger. Steve did not feel like a normal jogger, or a normal human for that matter. It was early Thursday morning, around 1:00 a.m., and earlier that evening he’d taken the seventh dose of powder-water mixture. After witnessing the effects enjoyed by his friends, the young man wasted no time starting a daily regimen. His experience rivaled that of Nora and Bryan's, the first day he experienced enhanced motor skills, the second, increased physical strength and endurance. With each following day and dose, all three faculties magnified to superhuman proportions. By Wednesday, his strength grew to match Bryan's and had they compared strength today he would have surpassed that of his friends, he was sure of it. Purchasing enough weight for a good test would be a problem.
Steve had emptied his savings account and purchased a 300-pound Olympic weight set and heavy-framed lifting bench. Both boys had benched a fully loaded barbell with surprising ease. Steve estimated that he had only used a third of his strength and guessed he could probably press 900 pounds. Bryan still planned to ask his mother for the money to buy more iron plates. Still, 900 pounds of weight lifting plates in the garage would be hard to explain to his uncle. Maybe they would explore other ways to test their full potential.
The three had decided to keep the powder and their new abilities secret. This was the opportunity of a lifetime and Bryan was right, once the secret got out some government agency would take the powder away. Steve wanted some time to enjoy these incredible gifts and secrecy seemed the way to go. Nora had mentioned something about being caught in a media circus and Steve looked forward to it. Eventually their secret would become public and they would have their 15 minutes of fame. Best of all, he had dropped twice as much weight in one week as he had the entire time he’d taken up jogging. The second best thing was the money their impending fame would bring. Steve pictured product endorsements, maybe nutritional supplements or exercise equipment. He pictured himself holding up a can of protein powder in a slick magazine advertisement, in a tank top—tucked in of course.
Steve pretended to display a container. “Mega Protein Mix isn’t the magic powder my friends and I discovered, but it’s the closest thing on the market I’ve found to it.” He drew his arms in and scanned the barren streets for witnesses to the fantasy endorsement.
His embarrassment was quickly replaced by an electric euphoria that burst from his skin causing a tingle from head to toe. This must have been what it was like to win the lottery. Exhilaration consumed him as an intense feeling of well-being incased him. How lucky he was to be part of this miracle. To have superhuman strength and endurance was a dream come true for any teenager, but to a gamer, daydreamer, and comic book buff—it was bliss.
Steve stopped at the top of the moss wall and admired the pattern of sweat developing across his fleece top. The clean smell pleased him, as did the definition developing across his chest and shoulders, their shape more prominent when the wet material clung just the right way.
The drenched teen looked over the fence. Two men sat at the bottom of the wall, homeless judging from their disheveled appearance. He was in no hurry to attempt a jump anyway. The drop was intimidating as hell and he was content to rest against the short fence letting sweat drip. Every few seconds the night breeze would hit just right bringing a wave of relief from the heat. He couldn’t help but notice the activity below.
One of the men
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