Chapter #1A Cursed Man counts for two... eventually. by: FryX   It was late in the afternoon. The sun was already low on the horizon the evening chill was setting in. All day the sky was clear, it had been a beautiful day. Danial walked down the street from the gym where he just had an extensive workout session. The pump made him feel so good, and it showed in every calculated move he took. He even decided to take the detour through the park just to strike some appearances for the jogging folk. His dorm is now only a few blocks away and Danial is already planning his evening in his head.First he would take a quick protein rich meal, followed by some posing in front of the mirror, and probably sleep in early. Tomorrow will be an ea- BLAM!
Danial felt something soft bounce of his stomach. Something soft and jiggly. Danial could hear hard thuds of things hitting the street and he could swear he heard glass break. But when Danial looked around, nothing was there. He was confused, whatever it was it was gone... or never existed. But he has a meal to get to, so he felt he should get going again.
"Hey! Wa- watch where you are going." Said a high almost squealing voice. Danial had only taken two steps. Surprised he turned around and there he saw a man who Danial would describe it as a blob. Short, very fat, almost spherical in that regard, and sweat beads all over his face. Danial's bully inside of him triggered, and the unfortunate target was that man.
"No. You should have watched. You little fat shit." Danial blurted.
The man conjured an uncomfortable smile, with a glint of surprise in his eyes and said: "My a-apologies, it was indeed my fault." He waddled as fast as he could to examine the damage on his suitcases before turning around to Danial again. "You couldn't see me as I was under the-the influence of an invisibility spell. I guess I lost fo-"
"A spell!" Danial interrupted the man with a mocking voice. Normally Danial would have walked away. But he couldn't stop, this was getting to good for him as he took another look at the man and saw everything about him scream 'loser' and 'nerd'. Robes he saw these 'losers' wear on Halloween and the man even had a wand to complete the deal. "It isn't even Halloween and you are dressed like that. Your not just a fat little shit. You are a fat sad little nerd, I bet you have never seen a pussy at all, have you!"
The man smile faded and Danial gloated in the change. "I- I apologized. You do not have to be rude like that. So lets forget this and be on o-"
"I do whatever I want. And right now I am going to give you a lesson. Look at me. I can get every lady I want. You are a fat little cunt, a nerd and I bet a virgin as well. And you are, 30, 40 years old?" The man tried to interrupt Danial, but failed to even start the first stutter of a sentence. Danial continued: "Get a grip on reality. Go to the gym. Loose that fat. In life I am the winner, and you are the fat little virgin of a loser you are."
Danial turned around and planned to walk away with the most gratifying strut he could conjure. But -
"Stop it right there!" Said the man with a voice of confidence and anger. "My name is Phyllis Trottenburg, wizard of the King's Academy. I endured your insults. But I will not accept someone calling me a loser!"
Phyllis pulled out his wand and pointed at Danial. Danial tried to conjure a laugh at this silly display. But before he could open his mouth, Danial felt the world fall away. Flowers of darkness bloomed on the edge of his vision as he felt some unknown force pushing on his chest, slowly tilting him backwards, slowly tumbling him over. Time slowed down to a crawl, and the light of the sun didn't seem to reach Danial anymore. Odd symbols form on the peripheral of Danial's vision, burning inside the darkness. The force on Danial already pushed him as much backwards where Danial wanted to correct his stance, but Danial's body didn't respond to any of his minds commands. More and more signs and symbols appear and start to cling together forming lines and circles. The force pushed Danial almost to the point where normally anyone would fall flat on his back. However, it didn't happen. No, the lines of signs started to weave together forming chains with the circles and started to bury themselves into Danial. Danial could hear the rattling of metal chains as this all happened. The force had Danial now almost flat, leaving Danial with a sensation of levitation. More rattling, a strain building up. then a lock fell into place...
For the observer Danial would simply stopped mid-sentence, took one step backwards and blinked a few times. Danial's mind stowed the experience he just had away deep inside his subconscious as it wasn't able to process into something sensible. Only seconds passed when Danial reached for his stomach and his face turned green.
"I am suddenly not feeling so well." Jake mumbled, trying to hold in the expensive shake he took at the gym earlier.
In the mean time Phyllis straightened himself, and said in the most grand voice he could muster: "You have been cu-"
"Whatever..." Danial interrupted Phyllis, "It must be the shake... bad shake. Ugh."
Phyllis tried again: "You will know the mea-"
"Just get out of my way, too much shake!" interrupted Danial Phyllis while Danial shoved Phyllis aside.
Phyllis tried to stop Danial one more time when Danial passed him, but Phyllis gave up. Whatever spine he just had was gone again. But Phyllis knew he would get the last laugh out of this and he only mumbled: "You, prick, will know the meaning of 'too much' soon enough.", before moving through the door while he slowly faded away.
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