Someone cried: "Let's use Apollo, we haven't tried it ou yet! I wanna know what it does to you!" Most other guys mumbled something in agreement.
The captain said nothing. He just picked the AXE, took the lid off and coated Simon from head to toe. "The smell is great, anyway. I might use this on myself", he thought.
The jocks were absorbed by Simon's behaviour. He wasn't moaning or tingling. They were expecting something like that in prelude to a big change. However, Simon had his eyes shut, and was starting to shine. He was completely off. He felt he was changing inside. Whatever was in the AXE was cleansing him, making him better, elevating him to a new status. Suddenly, it all came to his head: he was now a god! He opened his eyes, and saw all the football jocks startled, seeing that he was shining. "It's time I leave this shape for something more suitable for a god", he decided.
What the boy saw was that the shining increased, got brighter and brighter until it was blinding. You couldn't see Simon through the light, so bright it was.
"What's happening?! What the fuck does this Apollo shit do?!", said someone.
"How the fuck am I suposed to know?!", ansered Mark.
"It tuns you into a god", said a deep, commanding voice, as the shining slowly subsided. What they could see wasn't Simon any more. In front of them, there was a six-foot tall, muscular but not musclebound, astonishingly handsome, blond man. His eyes were blue and bright, his hair was wavy and shoulder-lenght, his face was shaved and his jawline was totally square. This man was still shining, but just a little. He was so impressive that it was difficult to think striaght around him.
"And I don't want any other competing god around me.", he said, while he extended his hand and, as if by magic, the "Apollo" AXE came to him. He then looked at his (up until then) captors' eyes. He saw a hint of fear in their eyes.Simon could now get back at them, easily. He was a god, after all. He wasn't bound by the laws of Physics, or by any other law, for that matter. So he decided to start by leaving it clear who had the power: his feet left the ground, and all the team saw he was floating a few inches above the ground.
"Just showing off", added Simon. "Now, to the issue. You've been naughty to me with no reason, and, what's worse, you've been jerks to a whole lot of people out there. Not only nerds like my old self, but also girls you fucked, teachers and people in general. You have acted as if you owned the place, and you don't." Their faces were poems to awe and apprehension. "So, what I should do to you is banish you from this town, and scatter you across the continent", he said with anger. "However, a god must show some mercy, and, as it turns, apparently the school does need a football team". they now looked more releived, more relaxed. Poor souls. "I'm not going to spare your punishment!", he spat. "It'll just be a little gentler."
Simon extended his right hand towards the jocks, and sent out a beam which covered them in a yellow or golden light. It made the feel odd, they felt as if something was changing in their heads. When they looked at each other, they saw it. They were now hideous!
"You are still strong, dumb jocks who play football and win a lot of matches", explained Simon. "But you are no longer handsome or atractive in any way. You aren't going to fuck any more cheerleaders, and no-one sees you as kings of the hill. You'll have to put up with reject from mostly everybody from now on. And even if one of you becomes polite and social enough to make friends, it will not last: for from now on, you stink of stweat. It doesn't matter if you have showers twice or three times a day. You'll still stink. And if by any chance, any of you manages to get a girl, or a boy for that matter, you'll fail to perform, utterly. Don't worry, you aren't going to suffer from blue balls. Alone, your cocks work perfectly".
Then he faced Mark, the captain. "For you, Mark, this isn't enough. You are so full of being the captain. It makes you so pride. Well, it makes me sick." Simon clapped his hands, and something seemed to turn of in Mark's mind "You have just lost your leadership abilities. From now on, you're shy and stuttering. You are unable to organise a team, and the couch is going to find a substitute for you soon."
All the team looked now miserable, but Mark's face showed a kind of sadness you don't often see. he had lost everything in his life: sex, social prominence, sports' leadership. He was thinking of quitting the team and find some other hobbies. Maybe, if he became a little nerdier, Simon - he knew it was Simon, it had to be - would forgive him...
But right then, Simon didn't care about Mark's feelings, and just got to the ground, got some nice clothes with a snap of his fingers and left the room.