Jason took a deep breath as he stepped out of his room, his new body still buzzing with the unfamiliar yet exhilarating power granted by his first wish. The staircase led him down into the spacious, modern kitchen where his family bustled around the breakfast table.
"Morning, champ!" David Carter, his father, greeted him with a grin. The man was a mountain of muscle, exuding an energy that practically screamed former athlete. He was flipping pancakes like it was second nature. "Finally decided to join the land of the living?"
Jason chuckled. "Yeah… just needed some extra sleep." He could feel a warmth in his chest—this was what he had wished for. A loving, supportive family that would never abandon him.
His sister Emily sat at the counter, scrolling through her phone. "Dad's been talking about taking you to his gym. Says you need to bulk up before summer." She shot him a teasing grin.
Jason smirked. Little do you know, I'm already a monster. "I might take him up on that."
David laughed. "You've got the frame for it. I bet you'd make a hell of a boxer."
Jason froze for a moment before recovering. You have no idea.
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The day passed quickly. After breakfast, Jason spent time getting familiar with his new neighborhood. He couldn't shake the magnetic pull he felt toward the house down the street—the Dunphy residence. It was like gravity itself was urging him to go there.
By late afternoon, he couldn't resist anymore. He casually strolled down the street, pretending to just explore, but his gaze kept drifting toward the Dunphys' front yard. And then, like fate aligning, he saw her.
Alex Dunphy.
She was sitting on the porch, nose buried in a thick textbook, her dark hair falling to the sides as she absentmindedly tucked a strand behind her ear. Jason felt his heartbeat accelerate. She's even more beautiful in person.
"Hey," he called out, trying not to sound too eager.
Alex looked up, surprised. Her eyes met his, and for a brief moment, Jason felt their souls connect—like some invisible force was pulling them together. "Uh… hey?" she responded, hesitant but not unfriendly.
"New to the neighborhood," Jason said, nodding toward his house down the street. "Name's Jason."
"Alex," she said, offering a polite smile before her gaze returned to her book.
Alright, not the warmest welcome… but it's a start.
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That evening, Jason couldn't shake the urge to fight. His new body craved action, like a beast begging to be unleashed. So he did the only thing he knew—he went looking for a brawl.
It didn't take long. In a nearby parking lot, a group of rowdy teens was causing trouble. Jason approached, his fists already itching.
"You lost, pretty boy?" one of them sneered.
Jason just smiled. Time to test this body.
The fight was over in seconds. His speed was inhuman, his strength monstrous. He dodged every punch effortlessly and delivered bone-crushing blows that left his opponents writhing on the ground. Unscathed and still brimming with energy, Jason realized just how terrifying his new power was.
This… this is just the beginning.