#25 out of 64 – Acid
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He could feel the rush as it entered his veins and traveled through his body. It stung and terrorized his body, but it made him all the more better. Speed was not a problem and legerity became second nature. Weights were lifted off of him and everything shifted.

This would be Ken and Davis’s third soccer match. The first one was a close game – until Ken came. Once Ken arrived, Davis and his team didn’t stand a chance. During the second game, things seemed to be even throughout the entire match, but Davis stood victorious. Ken could still feel the burn from Davis rubbing it into his face. This time seemed to be different. Ken could feel it. It felt like acid in his veins.

“Hey, man, sorry about that,” Davis said, catching his breath and offering Ken a hand. Ken ignored his hand and got up himself, not letting Davis having the satisfaction in knocking him down and picking him back up. “What the hell, are you mad?”

Ken continued walking away from him, his emotions and that smug look on his face unchanging. They were being called to the center of the field. He felt confident when he worked the ball away from Davis, tripping him and not even stopping to care. The ball didn’t even go by the goalie, it happened to appear in the net. All the goalie could do was stand there and look stupid.

The acid that pumped through his veins created a temporary high that fed him throughout the game, but it was destroying him. It was breaking him down on the inside slowly until it wore through him completely. If he kept this up, all that would be left of him is the acid that destroyed him.