Gary is the GOAT.
The room outside was silent, as were the thoughts in my head. I’d locked myself in the bathroom in an attempt to silence everything. They’d been telling me to do vile things, stuff I’d never consider on my own. If this was how I’d be spending the rest of my life, maybe it was better to just end things now. I’d just pulled the gun out when the silence came.
It caused me to pause, and I put the gun in my holster. Instead, I unlocked the door and opened it to peer out.
“Gary?” I opened the door wider and went out.
Gary, the rather ordinary looking man with the extraordinary powers, lifted his head and nodded.
“Atlas Adam, those voices are loud,” he grimaced. I remembered he could read minds. He saw what was inside mine. He lifted a suitcase and nodded. “Let’s take care of you, then Callahan. I think you two are high priority.” He winked, and strode over to the table, joining him.
Callahan was holding Myrtle still, his arms wrapped around her as she fought. Eleanor was sitting on the floor, her legs splayed out and her hands covering her face, crying.
You need her. Not the serum.
My cock throbbed, pleading for me to go to her and fuck her right in front of everyone. I gripped the table and held on, refusing to give in.
Gary looked in Myrtle’s suitcase and clicked his tongue.
“She has no idea what she’s doing.” He picked up a vial and dropped it in disgust. “Or maybe she did and she’s that deranged. This is from the hucow bunker.”
He opened his case, revealing a similar set up to Myrtle’s tons of vials and needles.
He found one quickly and loaded it into the syringe.
“Give it to me, Doc. I can’t wait,” I grit. I didn’t care anymore if it killed me or turned me into a lizard, I just needed to not be a walking stud.
“Sure thing, pal. I’m sorry you’ve had to deal with this. Just listening to your mind for this short time has been horrible. I can’t imagine living with it.” He tapped the syringe and I offered him my arm. With expertise, he stuck me, pushing the cure into my blood system.
Relief came instantly, and I dropped to my knees in pure exhaustion. My erection died, my blood chilled, and for the first time in days, I was in control.
“Better?” he asked, perkily.
I looked up, and breathed a sigh of relief. I stood. “Better. Get Callahan.”
“And Eleanor. She’s lucky Myrtle only gave her part one of the hucow injections. The second round would have changed her anatomy to— well, it doesn’t feel appropriate to talk about that in current company.” He laughed lightly.
I shook my head.
This was just an ordinary day to him, I realized. From what he’d told us about his past, his bunker was horrible. He’d grown used to these things.
He filled another syringe and hurried to Callahan, injecting him with the cure. Callahan’s face calmed, and then filled with joy as the cure took hold. He dropped Myrtle in the process, and then hurried to pick her back up and set her in a chair. Together, we tied her to it with the bondage items from the sex toy wall. Callahan then hurried to find clothes.
Eleanor’s cure came next, while we were restraining Myrtle. She thanked Gary profusely once she returned to normal. He waved her off with a laugh.
“You were my last stop, actually. I found the plant first. Soda Pop? I had to get his cure and then he was able to explain what happened to the others.”
“Where are they?” I stepped forward protectively. “Are they alive?”
“Oh yes. Let’s see, Soda was reversed first, then the rage machine, Bonnie. She was difficult to corner but she’s since calmed down and apologized for her behavior. She took me to the other two, her partner and the girl with the hair.”
“Boone and Cherry,” Callahan explained.
“Yes. Boone was given a similar serum to yours, but more intense. He’s better now, but I think him and Bonnie will have things to work through. And Cherry, as you call her, is working on shaving her hair down. It stopped growing, so that’s good.”
Gary stepped to Myrtle and clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “You, Young Lady, have caused quite an annoyance in the TEST center. I don’t tolerate disruptions like this.”
Myrtle rolled her eyes. “What are you going to do, punish me? Good luck, I’ve been hurt enough. Nothing is going to break me.”
