Long story ahead, I know, but PLEASE read it! *Puppy dog eyes*
<<< PREV | FIRST | NEXT >>>

I find myself intrigued by the powers of the human body. It is a weak, feeble thing. And yet, when in danger or to protect what is precious to its soul, it becomes capable of miracles and amazing feats. Could it be possible to replicate them? To make them feasible at any moment, just at will? I marvel at the possibilities.
It was the very first entry Rakkis saw when he started reading the diary, back at home. And from it, he stood completely engrossed in it.
To not drown you in hundreds of lines, reader, we'll replicate here only the most important ones:
I studied many descriptions of cases. I think to have found a psychological common point to all of them. Can this psychological point be converted to a biological one? And from there, to a chemical one? It shall be difficult...
The Institute refused to fund my researches! They say I'm daydreaming! Stuck-up idiots! Fine, I'll do it all alone!
I think I may have found the biological trigger. It should be easy to make a chemical copy of it and turn it into a philter.
The philter is ready. I am going to try it soon. I know it is dangerous, but I have no choice. I prepared my will in case it goes wrong...
IT WORKED!! I felt horribly sick for a moment, then better than in all my life. And strong, stronger than I ever felt! I lifted the glazed press in my cabinet with one hand, even though it's heavy enough to need three men to lift it! This is amazing! The only downside is that the effect lasted barely a few minutes. It doesn't matter! Now that I have solid basics, I'm sure I can improve on it!
One month. I find it hard to believe it's already one month since my discovery. Because I haven't progressed as well as I thought. While I indeed could extend the effect to a whole hour, I can't make the strength boost greater. ...Maybe I should downright replace some reagents instead of just trying to purify them?
Replacing was the right path! The philter is now much more powerful! But there is now a side-effect: I grow slightly bigger. I shrink back to normal once the effect ends, so it doesn't bother me. Let's see if I can improve further!
To improve even more my philter is amazingly easy. But there is a problem: the side-effect is amplified as well, and I start to think it is impossible to counter it. If this parallel progression continues, I'll eventually reach a point where to keep it hidden will be impossible. And to have it discovered is out of the question! If ill-intentioned hands get their claws on it... Or even the army, I do not dare to imagine what a disaster it could be... Christ, I hoped to help with my discoveries, but how to do so?
It's infuriating. A client told me about his problems. He is horribly blackmailed, but there is nothing that can be done. The scumbag hides perfectly his traces. The police can't do anything...
I still can't believe I did that! I took the philter, a mask, and went and clobber the blackmailer before ransacking his home and finding proofs, and then deliver him and the proofs to the police! I don't know what shocked them the most, the delivery, or my incredible size. The philter makes me twice taller than normal, just as wide, and with bigger muscles than those of an ox. I didn't stay long, barely gave them the corrupted bastards before scramming. I'm still shocked I did it, but it felt so good! And I'm wondering...
So exhausted... I spent all night wandering in the streets with the philter, knocking out thugs and bandits. I didn't sleep at all, and I have to go at the Institute for a lecture in a hour... But it was worth it!
I hit my stride in my... "nocturnal activities". Sometimes I patrol only part of the night, and never the same, sometimes I patrol all night, and don't patrol at all the following night. Sometimes I resent not being able to do more, but I'm conscious that if I overdid it and burnt out, I wouldn't be able to do anything...
While I still prepare and use the present philter, I took back my researches in better, more powerful versions. I will stick to the current version, but I want to see until where it can go.
I'm scared. I rescued a man from thugs, but the philter abandoned me and I took back my normal size in front of the rescuee. I ran off, but I'm afraid he recognized me.
I received the visit of the rescuee. I had a shock: it was Robert Louis Stevenson, the author of the famous Treasure Island! He indeed recognized me, but swore to keep the secret. I'm a bit wary, but I think I can trust him.
I'm going in the Highlands for a week, for fresh air. ...Maybe I could try out the new formula there? It's pretty deserted there...
I still can't believe it... I grew as big as hills, a true giant like in the legends... It felt amazing... But it was a real goddamn miracle no one saw me (or thought he was hallucinating). And I'm sure I still can improve the formula! Is there a limit to it?!
Robert brought me the first draft of his latest story, asking me if he could publish it. "Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde". At first, I was shocked he did a story about me, even though he swore the secret. But the story is actually pretty damn different, like the name. And actually very good. He did take his precautions. I accepted to let him publish it, there is no risk.
Rakkis kept reading, engrossed in the lines.
Then came the last entry.
My end is close. I can feel it. I am preparing my last plan: wills, hiding out, fake burials... I have no family left, it won't be hard.
All these years, I kept upgrading and improving the formula. I cannot ameliorate it any more. Since that time in the Highlands, I never tried an "up to date" version again. I have no idea how much I will grow, but I know that it will be beyond anything that ever existed, that I will become even more powerful than gods. A much better end than to idly wait for the reaper, no?
Once my fake death will be done, I will confide to Robert this diary and the emplacement of the hideout we used for my vigilante work. A hideout where my lab and all my formulas are hidden. I trust him to find someone that will keep up this good work I did, or if there is no one, to bury the secret for good. Once done, I will drink the final formula and begin my ascension.
And thus, I end this diary. Thus, ends the life as a (not-so-) ordinary mortal of Stewa
The diary brutally stopped there.
Rakkis,surprised, did an internet research on Stewart Stekiel. He discovered that the doctor was found dead in his mansion, having succumbed to a heart attack. Clearly, the end came faster than he thought, and he couldn't hide the book better than in this couch, which then passed to other places before ending in the warehouse.
What a sad end... thought sadly Rakkis.
The leopard seal looked at the very end of the book and frowned. He was passing his hand on the inner cover, and it clearly felt too thick. After careful manipulations, he extracted of it...
A map?! It's pointing at a place... Wait, that's not the mansion's position! It must be his hideout! But then...
Slowly, a smile creeped on his face.

Art by the delicious  teaselbone
Original here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14884554/
Rakkis © me