Just a story
"Turn out the LIGHTS!" he yelled, covering his face with his hands, the blinding light burned in his brain, and he collapsed to his back with a thud, "PLEASE, turn out the lights!!"
The room clicked to pitch black, and immediately, the pain ceased. With soft blinking, he opened his eyes, and could see everything perfectly clear. Then, he saw something he didn't quite recognize, there were some glows around some objects, and some purple waves around others. Radioactivity.
"Now, that is interesting. I didn't expect it to work so fast," the doctor's voice soothed into his ears. As the words floated through the air, he felt vibrations...close...again, the doctor spoke, and again, the vibrations rattled. "The darkness will make it hard for me to continue studying you, but I don't wish you any pain."
"What...what did you do, Dr. Kingston?" he asked, and the vibrations tripled in his body. It dawned on him as his words floated away from him and the vibrations lessened, that he could feel the sound waves, and the muscles of his throat, and of the doctor's throat, as they spoke.
"The isotopes, my dear boy, I melted them down, mixed them together, and then put it in your Gatorade. You've been drinking small doses of it for months, and tonight, I injected the serum into the mix. I do believe I have it perfected." The vibrations massaged his ears, the lights glowing in the room, he could see, was exactly around what used to be the lead boxed containers of the isotopes, and his internship in a testing facility just became a whole lot more than a learning experience.
"You...tested on me??" He grasped the end of the table, to hoist himself up, and instead felt the solid, three inch thick, metal table bend like loose rope, and and snap between his fingers.
"Dear me, I did not quite expect that. Best use a very light touch, my friend," the doctor's voice shook into his ears, and a new thunder began to rattle his body...it was his own heart, beating faster, louder, with more movement in the muscles. Like the water of a warm bath, he could feel the blood flowing inside his body, and he felt it kick into a higher gear. Not touching anything, he bent his legs under him, and rose slowly. He felt as though he nearly lifted himself through the roof, but found he was only standing now. He turned toward where the doctor's voice was coming from, and nearly screamed.
The doctor's body was silouetted, but changing in appearance, part of him was simple bone, other parts were veins and muscle tissue, and still others were flesh covered. The worst part was that there were even more patches of the doctor that he could see completely through, straight to the other side of the room. The doctor moved his hand, and he felt nauseous, like a wave of heat, then bone, then blood, then skin, was floating toward him. He wanted to throw up. His stomach began to burn intensely. The isotopes, he thought, were about to eat through him.
"I think it's going to burn through me, Dr. Kingston!" he said, his voice shaking in his throat, his head began to hurt from so much vibration.
"Calm down, lad, calm down. You know that's impossible. We've tested this on hundreds of thousands of living creatures, and none of them had an acidic reaction. Your stomach is probably upset, and rightfully so, but try to relax. Remember, everything we've been studying and producing is an enhancer, everthing you hear, touch, see, and smell will be increased." Looking at the doctor was becoming difficult, and so he turned his head, back toward the other walls, with the glowing radioactive material. He closed his eyelids and took a deep breath. His lungs expanded, and he felt the wind rushing down his neck, into his chest, he could feel the cool oxygen filling him like a balloon. Slowly, he let the air out, and opened his eyes again. This time, the room was darker, and he no longer saw the radioactive glows. He could see he shapes in the room, and he turned and looked back at the doctor. His body was all in one form, however, it was a skinless body, muscle, teeth and eyes staring back at him. He closed his eyes, and took another long lasting breath, re-opened and he could barely see anything, the room was nearly pitch black, and the doctor had skin once more.
"Okay, I think you can turn on one light...the desk lamp, please..." he said, squinting his eyes down, but not shutting them, and bracing for the harsh intrusion of the blinding glow. The doctor pulled the small chain, and the room illuminated slightly. No pain, no headache, and his vision was normal.
"Why did you test this on me, Dr. Kingston?" He was getting used to the vibrations in his neck and head, but he realized they, too, had lessened with each calming breath.
"Simple, my dear boy, you are one of the kindest, pure spirited souls I have ever met. You have a keen mind, a drive for doing the right thing, and a solid work ethic. You have so much potential as a regular person, you were the logical choice for what I am trying to accomplish," the doctor approached him. "If I had tried his on a lesser being, a more corrupt soul, or a being of little intellect, this all would blow up in our faces, and we would have released a deadly weapon upon the world. Instead, I may have just created a real life Superman." The doctor's words were soothing, and hypnotic in tone, and that made him more than nervous.
"But...what if I die?" he asked, listening to the doctor's heart beat, as well as his own, and he realized they were both steady. He tried to recall what the heart was supposed to do when you lied, speed up or slow down...he thought speed up, but he couldn't remember clearly.
"Our last six animals did not die, and are quite healthy. Why, just yesterday, Bingo chewed through his bars like they were his regular treat. Thank goodness he's well trained, or that could have been terrible." Upon hearing his name, Bingo, a golden retriever, trotted into the room and sat obediently, wagging his tail. The doctor leaned over and pet the dog lovingly.
"I'm still worried, Dr. Kingston."
"Of course you are, Patrick, of course. But, once we learn more about how you've changed, I believe you'll find that there is an entire world eager for your arrival."
"But what if I can't control it?"
"See, my boy, that's exactly why I picked you. Any other person would run off, half cocked, but not you. We will study every possible ability before you go out into the world, my boy, and only when you are comfortable, confident, but most importantly, in control will you leave the facility. For now, simply sit, and get used to your new sensations." The doctor eased Patrick over to his bed, the one that was put in when Dr. Kingston learned of Patrick's long hours and dedication to the study. Patrick lay down, and closed his eyes. He listened to the flow of his fluids like the flow of a river, and soon found the lump-thump of his own heart had lulled him to sleep. In his dreams, he could see through walls, bounce bullets off his chest, stop trains with his hands, and most enjoyably, he could float above the city.
This may extend into a much longer story, but it's all I've got for right now.