~The Next Day~
7:23 am
The Horne's Residence

There was something weirdly hypnotic about just watching the fan on the ceiling slowly rotate in place as it was one to do.  How it can help one's mind just have a billion random thoughts and just nothing going through it at the same time.  That was the kind of thing Adrian Horne needed in his life right now, or at least what parts left of it that haven't gone completely insane.

As he laid in bed, still in his pajamas and with the comforter still up and covering.  Adrian again thought back to the night from last week, and everything since.  How at first everything was a blast, the old warehouse was packed full of people not looking for any fight, or any trouble, just having a great time.  The music was that perfect blend of old school music and stuff from the pop radio stations.  Then the lights got killed for a moment, and then even after they got re-lit, things went to Hell quickly.  He could still hear the screams, the strange sounds of people mutating, that image on the side of the warehouse from police lights of someone turning into some beast not even the Bible could of predicted.  The fact was Adrian and a lot of the others were lucky to get out of there with their lives in tact.

Of course at least he thought he did, until the next morning when he found himself turned into a broken Stretch Armstrong doll.  His limbs were so stretched out he couldn't even see his own room's flooring.  It took him and his dad an hour to be able to get Adrian back to a normal looking form, but even then things were not smooth.  As Adrian spent around three days from school, he had to practically learn how to walk again.  If he took too deep a breath, he'd be puffed up into a balloon, exhaled just a bit too much, he'd end up a stick figure or flat as paper.  His morning stretches have sure as Hell needed to change too.  Still it wasn't all bad news, even given how crazy the new powers were, Adrian actually seriously loved them.  There was something amazing about being to get something out of the fridge without even having to leave the living room.  Need to go to the bath room but in the middle of a movie?  Just have your lower half go take care of business on its own.  Plus as his mom originally pointed out, becoming elastic has improved his ballet and dance ability into almost inconceivable levels.  Allonges, arabesques, so many other moves are now so easy Adrian could do them in his sleep.  Turns out possibly no longer having a spine, or any bones in your body possibly, can have its advantages.

Finally Adrian had to get out of bed, which resulted in him realizing his body was all noodle-y again.  By now what resulted at first in a complete freak out only got out of Adrian a slightly irritated sigh and quiet fixing of the problem.  Post shower and breakfast of a few oreo cookies from the cabinet and a glass of milk, Adrian threw on a shirt, cargo pants, and some sneakers to take the nice stroll to school.  

It was just after his first period history class that Adrian got a text message.  By this time in his life Adrian was used to his mom or dad letting him know if they were going to be late coming home.  As his dad was just starting up preparations for the city Shakespeare festival, and mom had new students coming into her dance school.  However the message was from someone else, some anonymous figure who left... well... whatever the hell you call this.

[i]For our lives now, for everyone we know and love, its us versus them.

I don't know who exactly is the 'them' of that line, but we have something deeper here.

That explosion, the party itself, there's no coincidence here. We were set up from the start to be expose to whatever that stuff was.

They've been at it for some time now, slowly picking up some of the other people who were there that night. Some willingly joining them, most probably not though.

They're the others too, the ones who mutated their minds are gone, twisted into some kind of monster beyond all human form.

I made sure you're the only person I want seeing this message, its encrypted, and will be completely wiped from existence as soon as I find out you read it. They might think of you as a menace now, some kind of threat, but I know you have it in you to do something about all this, the right thing to do. As for who I am? Just call me Apollo for now. Trust me, I might be the only 'friend' you have anymore.

As soon as I hear back from you, we can get this show on the road. [/i]

Apollo?  Us versus them?  Yeah Adrian was too curious to not look into this.

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As the final school bell ring went through the halls.  Adrian left his final class still cautious going through the halls.  Worried about bumping into someone or having something happened that would suddenly result in him bending or moving in a very unnatural motion.  His been able to avoid any suspicious moments happening but it hasn't been easy.  Plus him being overly cautious like this wasn't normal and thus leading to rumors.  Truthfully Adrian was used to rumors about him.  A particular one that can only result from a grown man wearing spandex, practicing ballet, singing, acting, and doing generally non-manly things like football or beating women or whatever.

Adrian got to the janitor's closet in question only for it to be locked still.  Figuring by now it might all be just some weird prank Adrian leaned up against the wall next to the door.  He'll give this guy 15 minutes before he leaves.