The sun filtered into the room, blinding Jason in the eye as he grumbled then gradually opened his eyes. In a flash, it all came back to him, and he sprang up. The pill, the pain, he must have lost consciousness and slept the whole night.
He felt sweaty and weird, he couldn't understand it. He placed a hand on his forehead to wipe up the sweat and came away with a foul, black substance that smelled repulsive.
"What the...." He muttered in shock.
He got up and walked into his bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror. He was covered in a foul-smelling, black, liquid substance from head to toe and looked hideous. But there was something else. He could feel it. He had grown.....taller. It wasn't that much of a spurt, but he had shot up from 5'10 to hit 6ft. He could feel muscles that he knew he didn't have before. He didn't look thin anymore, but like a teenager beginning to work out, and already showing progress. He felt really great.
"The pill really worked," Jason muttered, trying not to look excited. "Should I take another one?"
[Warning: The host must not take another pill until a month has passed.]
The notification sprang up allowing Jason to see. He nodded, understanding why. The pill was a real game-changer, and it will really look suspicious if he took another one because how will he be able to explain how he bulked up? The second reason was that if he took the last pill he had in his possession, he may have done so due to the system's warning. He didn't want that. He had to be content.
'I need to clean myself.' He muttered.
He immediately stripped off the nasty clothes he wore and went to shower. As he turned on the cold tap, he remembered something and quickly went to lock his bathroom door. His mother had the habit of coming into the bathroom while he was bathing to fool around. It repulsed and scared him. He hated how he felt like a scared girl being stalked. He had also forgotten that he had locked his room door.
He took a bath, shivering under the cold water. His family had not had hot water in years, but he had learnt to be content with what he had. It was better than having no water at all.
He finished bathing and got out of the bathroom, then dropped the dirty clothes in his basket, mentally reminding himself to wash them when he came back for school. He left the bathroom and walked over to his wardrobe, found some clean clothes, and then he put them on. It was inevitable that he should go to school. He had to because he had no choice. He couldn't look suspicious in front of his parents at all. He had to play along with everybody he knew for now while he formulated a plan.
He picked up his worn school bag and made sure his cracked phone was in his pocket before he walked over to his door. He unlocked it, took a deep breath, and then turned the doorknob.
The smell hit him as he stepped out of his room, moldy pizza, stale beers littered the living room. It was like a disaster, a hurricane had crashed into the room. He saw his father snoring loudly in one of the chairs, a pizza and a beer in his hand, saliva dripping from his mouth. At that moment, Jason felt the violent urge to strangle him there and then. To press his throat and look into his scared eyes as he struggled for breath, for him to realise the sickening truth that he was being strangled by the son he had brought into a cruel world. But Jason just stood there, seething in anger.
'Let me try out that skill I have.' He thought.
He opened his system with his mind, mentally scrolling to the [Skills] tab, and then clicked it. He saw the skill writing for him and then he activated it.
[Eye of identification activated!]
Suddenly, his eyes felt brighter, and he felt the feeling of seeing more clearly. He gazed at his snoring father, and suddenly information popped up on a screen.
[Name:] Peter Storm
[Age:] 46
[Status:] Drunk
[Occupation:] Deadbeat Father
[Hostile Intentions:] None
"My father has no hostile intentions against me?" Jason muttered in shock. "But he brutally abused me with his fists. Or does he mean intentions that will potentially kill me?"
It was the only solution he could think of. That was when he heard another sound, a sound that made his skin turn pale. It was the sound of a moan. A long, passionate, free moan that brought shivers to his body. He knew who it was. He silently walked over to the door where the sounds were coming from.
" ~oh, Jason!~" He heard the soft moaning again. "Right there. I love the way I'm choking you."
He felt sick in his stomach as he pushed himself away, it was his mother who was in that room. She had become so obsessed with him that she touched herself off in a room where her husband could hear her. His father. But he knew the truth, his father didn't even notice or care what was going on in his own home. He was just a useless man who abused his only son for no reason.
"This is the last time you'll ever touch me please, Mom." He swore angrily. "I swear on my life."
Jason walked away, opening the front door of his house and walking outside, making sure he locked the door. He started walking down the street, his mind already set. He had to escape that hellhole. He had escaped when he couldn't take it anymore; this time, he should leave when he still had his sanity. And if being a gangster was the only choice for him to escape, he would become one.
As he waited for the bus that would drop him off at school, he began to think. Due to him being in the past, he didn't give much money to Terry. This was when Terry had told him he could ask for more anytime. How foolish he was.
He owed Terry $200 at the moment. He needed to pay it off and cut ties with him in an instant. His girlfriend Amelia, who was just using him, was going to break up with her. He was going to cut ties with them immediately.
Then it was the gangs in his school. Some people had gangs, both rich and poor, different gangs, that worked behind the scenes, gangs that wanted to do anything to be at the top. He knew most of the gangs, their leaders, events that were going to happen and this time he wasn't going to be an extra, he was going to be in the center of it all.