TEG Ch1Mid morning sun.
All she watched that morning during the middle of class, while humming a tune.
The teacher was up ahead at the front of them, talking, lecturing on and on about something she could care less about.
"Today, class, we're going to discuss...Drugs." He said, scribbling some thing on the blackboard in chalk, it screeched loudly as it went along the board, "As you may already know, drugs are bad." He turned to look at the class. "So anyone here know anything about drugs?"
"Aside from the fact that they get ya high?" A kid up front wearing a black shirt with a large skull adorned at the front said, his hand raised up in the air.
"Well...yes hallucinations and other things are part of it." He walks over to the board and wrote down something on the board.
Her eyes looked up and she watched him scribble his words on the board that let out a loud screeching noise, then back out the window to the midmorning sun, her mind wondering off from the subject.
"...Anyone else?" He said, l
Theroglyinide Endocrine Geliatis (a.k.a TEG)
Commonly used to torture unwilling prisoners into confessing crimes I.E. Truth Serum. The effects would render the prisoners in a state of hallucinogenic high for a good while, uppon coming down off said high, they would have seven hours until another dosage could be administered.
Until now the drug TEG had been securely contained until recently it had become popular on the streets under the name "Rainbow Shot".
Discoloring (or multicoloring) of the iris.
Intense desire for the drug.
Eventually death if not administered after a specific time or it too much is placed into the bloodstream.
Permanent hallucinations if managed to ween off the drug.
Subject 302 claimed to have seen an altered version of himself after using the drug.
Subject 229 tried to destroy everything in sight within two hours of use.
Stephen Vs. His FearsDark.
All he saw was the dark.
Illuminating every inch of his room from the bed to the ceiling, all he could see was the darkness.
He had never liked it. Ever since he was very young he was terrified of it, but he couldn't get up and go get his father like he could when he was younger, no, He had to face up and sleep in the dark like any normal teenager his age would.
But it damn sure scared him enough that he should get up and go get something to turn on in his room to keep it bright enough for him to see by.
Then again, he was a man now. He had to face up to what challenges presented themselves to him, and this was just another one of those challenges.
Sighing, he sits up in bed and puts his head in his hands, rubbing his tired eyes before shortly looking around his room, surveying his surroundings, his eyes scanning everything in the room.
His eyes spot something across the room. Something moving. Something staring back, and the longer he looked at it, the longer it seemed to look a