I hold a glass beaker carefully in my left hand, the other cautiously holding a small spoon filled to the brim with salt. My hands are steady, not allowing a single grain to fall for fear it will skew the results again.
This is it.
This is what I have spent the last 7 years of my life working on.
If this succeeds, if I manage to extract the evil from myself, think of the world I could create!
Mans evil side keeps breaking through, preventing us from reaching our full potential. If I can just remove and control that evil, the world will be a far better place. No violence, hatred, strife...
I shake my head, drawing myself out of my thoughts.
There will be time for introspection later, focus on the experiment for now.
I hold my breath, and tip the salt into the beaker.
Replacing the spoon with a sterilized wooden stick, I gently set it into the liquid and stir it counterclockwise, three times.
A luminescent green grows from where the stick stirs, trailing through and mixing with the red liquid until the vial is filled with glowing lime green instead of the previous deep red.
I gaze into the vial for a few seconds, then lift it up to the ceiling, admiring the way the bio-luminescent liquid casts a green light upon everything around it; the way it bubbles and froths in the beaker in a style no other previous attempt has.
I breathe deeply, then bring the beaker to my lips and swallow the liquid.
I grab my pen and flip to a page in my journal, determined to document everything I feel, see, hear, taste..everything.
September 23, 11:59 pm
I have consumed 10 centiliters of the liquid HJ7. salty, bitter taste, burns the tongue yet warm in the gullet. Heat spreading strongly through my veins. a slightly euphoric feeling. lightheadedness. No noticeable behavioural differences-
My hand jolts at a sudden stab of pain in my chest, creating a sharp line of black ink cutting through the rest of the page.
I let out a gasp and stumble forward, nearly nocking various test tubes and vials of previous tests onto the floor as another wave of burning pain washes over me, akin to a searing knife.
"Wh-whats..happening?"
My legs tremble, and I plant my hands on the desk in a futile attempt to keep myself upright.
My breathing grows heavy, and I watch my hands...deform? They seem to shrink in on themselves, the bones cracking and popping, muscles contorting and nails elongating until they're unrecognizable as my own.
My vision is watering and tears run down my cheeks. I dont bother to catch myself as my knees give out and I collapse onto the icy stone floor, cradling my head as my body burns, as though I was rolling in a bed of red-hot coals. There's a throbbing pain in my temples, right behind my eyes. It feels as though my brain is trying to force its way out of my skull; every pulse of blood running through my head like being slammed upon the head with a hardcover book. I bite my tongue and clench my teeth in a futile attempt to hold back a scream.
My flesh bubbles, pins and needles in my limbs and my body contorts and writhes in attempts to escape the excruciating pain I've subjected it to.
And then, as if it had never been there in the first place, the pain stops.
I blink, sit up, and move to brush away the tears from my eyes, but- oh?
How curious.
It seems I've grown...shorter after taking the potion. The sleeves of my jacket cover my hands and the waistband of my pants sags, the hems dropping far enough that I have to lift them up as I walk for fear of tripping. My shoes are now almost 2 sizes too small, and thud noisily on the ground as I take small steps towards my desk.
I pick up the pen and begin to note all these changes, along with the pain from before, but my long hair spills into my face, obscuring my vision.
Wait...long hair?
I grasp it and give a sharp tug.
Nope, definitely real.
It's a platinum blond, about shoulder length; a far cry from the previous cropped chocolate brown.
It feels...right.
A grin stretches across my face, and I throw the pen aside.
Fumbling with the belt, I tighten it as much as I can before quickly rolling up the pant legs and sleeves.
I kick off the shoes and stride towards the window, throwing it open and hanging out; peals of laughter falling from my lips and the harsh, cold wind cards its hands through my hair.
I feel alive
