Marek's eyes were stretched wide as he is repeatedly struck with waves of bliss. His eyes lolled as he let out a soft croak as the last vestiges of resistance were worn away.
Jester Lord turns to his steadily breaking puppet, letting his grin turn from playful to pure malign. "Looks like ze vial is full non?" he quizzed.
Kid Clown turned his gaze onto the silver vial brimming with the brilliant distillate. His hand had been on the trigger of the gun for what seemed like an eternity. He released the trigger and pulled off the silver vial and pranced and spun toward a compartment behind him and set in into a recess. His hand then involuntarily snatched a different vial full of shimmering tar-like liquid and skillfully somersaulted back to the stilled youth and inserted the new vial into the gun.
Marek was feeling hazy. The blackness in the vial was draining steadily into his system as it made new connections in his brain, associating pleasure with mischief, introducing dark memories and clouding his remaining true memories and willpower. His speech centres were redirected from his vocal chords to his face and arm muscles. His soft moans gradually faded into non-existence.
Jester Lord had moved to the young man's face and took the plastic tube that popped out of a nearby compartment.
He had to suppress his ecstasy as he forced the hero's mouth open and stuck the thick tube into the mouth. A heavy bitter tasting fluid poured from the tube and coated the inside of his throat and mouth. When he was satisfied with the coating which had now coated the hero's lips with a glossy black, the clown pulled out the tube and let the gloss harden.
He then pointed the tube at the young man's hair and coated it in the black shiny gel. Using a special comb Justin was made to part the mass of gel to one side giving the paralyzed youngster a tidy shiny black haircut with a side parting. While he was doing that the older clown stuck the comedy contact lenses that stretched the kid's eyes wide. He then sealed them in by painting the edges of the eyelids with the black fluid.
The glass vial had finally emptied and Justin was made to detach the gun from the cup. He had a fresh view of the cup still attached to the newly converted youth as it spread flat and compressed the former speedster's piece in nothing.
Marek snapped out of the haze and found that he could move, albeit as if he was moving through a thick treacle. He looked upon his reflection to see a pasty slim figure with glossy jet black hair neatly parted to one side. He tried to exclaim his surprise but nothing left his abyss of a mouth. This was because it was over-expressed with his face and arms. His hands automatically though sluggishly placed themselves over each cheek, glossy black lips opened into a surprised O shape and his already wide eyes became even wider.
He looked at the gibbering adult clown in anger, translating it into a hammy theatrical angry pose as he involuntarily held out a fist and shook it with an overly expressed grimace.
He was momentarily disturbed by his inability to speak his discomfort but regained his composure and decided to try his super speed on the adult clown. He bounded toward him but instead of an athletic sprint his legs sluggishly hopped like he was stepping through a diagonal arrangement of tyres on an obstacle course, hindered by his bowlegged-ness and huge feet.
Jester Lord couldn't contain the mirth. The changes were perfect, Red Lightning had been turned into a mime, he couldn't wait to be in control....