Homo Superior 1

I have always been different from everybody else. My father was a world-class geneticist, as a baby I had been born with a severe condition. To save my life, my father illegally used a retrovirus stolen from the lab he worked in to change my DNA code and augment it with that of a scorpion. The healing factor in scorpions DNA worked and I survived. However, my mother didn’t survive and only a few days after I was born she died.

Years later

My father when I was young told me what he had done. He went through the process and explained that in the hurry he had not removed all the DNA that wasn’t needed. He tried to explain that as I grew I might become different from everybody else. However, he needed to be informed as soon as any change happened. 

He was right I did change, beyond what a normal person went through. By the time I was a teenager I could lift at a push about half a tonne. dad said that it was a side effect of the DNA my muscle structure was far more efficient then that of a normal human. My skin became tough, but, was in appearance and feels the same as normal human skin. However, when a local jock and bully tried to hit me that was when the second most impressive ability showed itself. As he tried to punch me, I flipped over his head and landed behind him. My muscles had made me 10 times more agile then any gymnast could hope to be. Later I found out that for short lengths I could run on ceilings or on walls. My dad knew all this, and like the scientist he was would put me through all sorts of experiments in the Barn at the back of our farm. I didn’t resent him for his interest in me. In some respects it was gratifying. My favourite ability however, I never told my dad about. Like a female scorpion I could emit a powerful pheromone from special glands in my skin. However, unlike the scorpion’s pheromones, mine had mutated and changed, I could will it to effect people male or female in different ways. The first time I used this was at a local bar. Completely by accident, I seemed to be able to see the neon pink particles, which shot out of my skin, no one else did thought. It happened in the middle of a bar fight in the local pub. I just sat on the side lines as a group of my friends were been attacked by an ugly group of drunken meat heads. The particles dissipated through the room and within seconds the fight was over. The meat heads left and my friends sat back down at the table, with a few shiners. Since then I had never used my main ability again. However, when I went to university that all changed. The night before I went to University my Dad sat down and gave me the commonly heard by me ‘hide your gifts’ talk. The next day I left the farm and my dad, as well as the rules behind me. I drove for 4 hours in my car full of boxes. I arrived at the university and parked in the car park. Locked up my car and went to the reception room.

“Hi, can I help you?” said a girl at the reception table no more then 4 years my senior.
“Yeah, I’m new and want to know which house I'm in?”
“Name please?”
“Lefay”
“Initials please?”
“Sorry, Samiel Nathanial Lefay”
“Ahh yes, S.N. Lefay, your in Guardian House, that’s just off Kings Road at the south end of the Campus. If you have a car then there is parking included. Your room is number 13, unlucky for some, hopefully not for you.”
“Thank you”
“It’s not a problem, you will find your time table and the introduction pack in your room.”
“Oh one last question”
“What’s that then”
“Do you know if I’m sharing that room with somebody else?”
“Let me check.” 
She clicked a few time on her keyboard, then typed in something.
“No, it’s the attic room in Guardian House, so you’re lucky”
“Why’s that?”
“Well, your room is a spacious single with its own bathroom and a balcony, the down side is its on the fourth floor, however, there will be someone across the hall from you in 14”
“Thanks very much”
“Have fun”

I walked back and got into the car. A guy ran to the side door and knocked on the window. I opened it. He was gorgeous, tall 6’2” with brown hair, and in that tight white top, which left nothing to the imagination, he was clearly very muscular. 
“Hey mate, are you going to Guardian House? I thought that was what the lass at the desk said”
“Yeah, I’m going to Guardian House”
“Can I nick a lift”
I thought that I must have hit gold
“Hop in”
“Cheers mate, so what room you in?”
I started to drive off and headed for King’s road. The guy, occasionally giving directions, in the middle of the conversion.
“13, why what about you?”
“14, guess I’m across the hall. By the way the names Mike, Mike Jones”
“Nice to meet you Mike, I’m called Samiel, but just call me Sam”
“Well the pleasures all mine Sam”

We pulled up outside Guardian House. A large Victorian house with three floors, with an attic conversion, there were 20 bays I parked in the one nearest to the house. The house had a small garden, surrounded by a large conifer hedge. Mike and I got out of the car.
“Do you want a hand with your stuff? I’ve already moved in a year ago so I don’t have to do anything until later.”
“Although I could easily cover it myself, I like Mike and told him I did”
We carried it all up in two loads, then I went back and got my rug, which had belonged to my mother and carried it in. 

I surveyed the room, it was large and spacious, with a double bed. Oak floor boards, a desk and pine chair, with a bookcase next to it, and a door in one corner leading to a large bathroom with a shower, sink, a small cabinet with a mirror and a toilet. There were three large windows, and a glass door leading out onto a fair sized balcony, with a table, ashtray and a chair in the wrought iron that matched the chair. The balcony had a black railing running around it. I went back and began to unpack. I placed my laptop on the desk and filled the first of the six bookshelves with my own books. I placed my clothes in the chest of drawers and wardrobe. I placed my blanket on the bed as well as my pillows. When I had emptied the cases and boxes I shoved the cases under the bed and the boxes I crunched up to go in the bin. The last thing I did was spread the rug in the middle of the room. There was a knock on the door. I opened the door, to see Mike stood there. 

“Hey Sam you settled in yet”
“Yeah come in”
He stepped through into the room and looked around, nodding.
“Well you’ve certainly made it like a home. Now I have a few questions, so please be honest”
This worried me, but I thought I would see what the questions
“Sam, are you a smoker?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Good, coz I need a mate who smokes in this house. The rest downstairs are all geeks and nerds”
I laughed this wasn’t as bad as I thought, I think I was making a useful friend, someone who I could get on with easily. Or at least I hoped that was the case.
“Do you like to drink?”
“Hell yeah”
Mike laughed
“Oh thank god, the geeks barely leave their rooms and I need a drinking bud in this house, there’s a pub just down the road, and I hate trudging down and coming back on my own. I usually wait for some mates from other houses to come round”

I found myself falling for Mike. God I hoped he didn’t notice my infatuation.
“Now the most important question. Are you gay?”
Oh crap a question I dreaded. I was like a rabbit in the headlights of a car. I didn’t know what to say. For a horrific moment I didn’t say anything. Then without even realising it I blurted out 
“Yes”

Mike looked at me for a moment and then leant forward and kissed me. He stood up and walked out the room closing the door behind me.
I stood there for several minutes, until there was a knock on my door. For a moment I hoped it was Mike back with something for me. I opened the door, my heart sank. There was the most pathetic excuse for a human I had ever seen. He was lanky and shorter then me at 6” nothing, I had a whole inch on him. He wore the most ridiculous clothes, a shirt, pressed and white with a black tie and perfectly un-creased green plaid trousers.

“Hi there, I’m Steve, I’m sent as a welcoming committee for the new member. Of Guardian House.”

“Hi” I tried as hard as possible to be nice. To this geek. Now usually I’m a nice person and don’t care what a person is or looks like so long as I got on with him. But this nerd pissed me off.
“Well we have a few rules to begin with. No parties after 10pm. No loud music after 10pm. No non house members to stay the night. You can only eat food that belongs to you, and is labelled with your name on it. The computer in the lounge is not to be used. The TV is to be turned off at 10pm. No smoking in the house. You clean up after yourself. That’s all the rules covered.”
Mike had opened his door, looked at me then coughed. Steve turned round.

“What is it Mike” he said in a derogatory manner. That was the final straw. I picked him up by the collar of his pristine shirt, lifted him up so that his feet dangled and didn’t touch the floor. I carried him down the stairs and onto the third floor landing and dropped him, he fell to the floor like a sack of potatoes. Mike stood behind me, laughed and said.

“Look Steve, you pathetic excuse for a human, this guy is not going to listen to your little rules. I have told you before, geeks not allowed on the fourth floor. Now piss off and go back to what ever computer monitor you crawled out off”

Steve, ran off.
“Sam, I like your style, now come with me”

I followed Mike back up the stairs. Maybe life here wouldn’t be so bad after all.