I love sleepovers. Thats not the most manly thought but getting together with the boys and talking about dumb teen stuff is the fucking best. I didn’t have friends when i was younger and it was pretty crappy so I try to cherish the times shared with my new brosephs. And this weekend we have some great plans. Joe’s uncle is super chill with rules so were getting some drinks and just see where the night takes us.
We like to hang out at brandon’s house because his house is closest to school so we can walk there after school pretty easy and it’s next to the forest so we got space to hit baseballs as far as possible and not be seen by cops and adults that would do harm to our fun of fighting with sticks n shit.
6 of us. Chilling over the weekend. Friday was awesome we found a cool chill spot in the forest and now it’s saturday. Were in the forest. Jo took out a book bound in black leather and said he wanted us to try something. Brandon egging us on saying there’s some really cool shit they’ve tried in the book. Apparently they tried to summon fire and they didn’t get it all the way but their hands got hot and there was a burn mark in a tree. Everyone seems impressed and curious. Not me. I’m not into this stuff
“Guys we probably shouldn’t be messing with LITERAL dark forces” I protest to them
“No no it’s not dark it’s just magic, its like natural. fire is nature, there’s also plants spells and all sorts of stuff we could try” says joe
“For real this shit is beyond us i don’t even know what to do”
“Haha well that’s what the book is for dumbass”
Joe flips through some pages and holds the book toward me to read. SUMMON ETHEREAL GUIDE the title reads
Joe explains to the group that with this spell they can figure out and learn a lot within a short amount of time because the guide can teach you magically so you just know stuff instead of having to learn it. Everyone seems really excited about the pyrokinetics and eager to try this out.
Joe says stand in a circle and say the chant.
“No fuck this im not into this and neither should you guys this is not safe and yall need to stop. Now. please?” I plead as they gather up
Nope not me i’m never going to stand in that circle
“C’mon it says we need 6 people” they plead back
“Whatever we can just do it with 5 its fine. If he wants to be a pussy without fire then let him” joe says. They all nod or shrug me off.
So they push me aside, circle up, and chant. Heads bowed, eyes closed. They keep chanting like that for about 30 seconds.
“See guys nothing is happening!”
They don’t respond and keep chanting
“So you can stop now its not working, so you can stop!”
Ok now im worried, wouldn’t they at least tell me to shut up? Shoot me a glare? I was right this has to stop right now before someone gets hurt in some spiritual way we couldn’t even fathom. I rush to the circle and shake brandon
“Wake up!”
His eyes stay closed and his chant tone and volume even and consistent as before. I feel desperation seeping into my heart and reaching through my chest and toward my throat
“Shit what the actual fuck is happening”
It was like the desperation inside me heard my voice and strengthened with my confusion. The dank grip i felt inside me pulsed its influence further. Spreading into my muscles, I felt I could barely stand or move my arms. Their chanting became louder and with their increasing volume i felt increasingly weaker. Legs giving in, I collapsed into the center of the circle. I could barely breathe now and the chant was almost shouting. My eyelids were the last to fall. Darkness.
I woke up chained to a rock surrounded by brimstone. Fire surrounded me. I was confused
“Help! anyone please help me!”
To my surprise the fire was the one to respond. It reared toward me and fire tips didn’t flicker but directed themselves at me like snake heads posing for a strike. I felt the fire speaking. Not with words but more of a spiritual pressure of images and feelings in my mind and body. They showed me as a child. Outcast from my peers. They showed me i was desperate for attention, the people of my life that were supposed to love and care and their disregard. I saw my future as a sad pathetic person who out of the hatred of his heart denied everything in life because life had denied him from normalcy stability and love. I couldn’t hold down a job, I could only keep friends temporarily by faking to be someone I never was. I never lived. The flames told me I was dead and banned from anything good in life. At first i cried. I don’t know how but everything they told me was true. Even my future. And then the flames stopped my thoughts and said i no longer had a future. This was my death. This was purgatory. That was your one chance at life and it was total and utter failure.
“No! That’s not the end! It’s not fair!”
As I screamed in protest to the truth of the flames they burned brightly and maintained this is the end. You are over. A deep primal scream was all I could do to reject this that i knew was true. I screamed and cried for what seemed like days in torture of the flames.
This unacceptable rage and anger inside was the only thing i felt anymore time was irrelevant it may have been months or it may have been decades when it happened. Seemingly out of nowhere. The red and fire turned dark and i experienced silence. Sweet calming silence. The red rage of the fires turned black. And a whisper swept from the air into my ear.
“It’s not really over. You can be free to roam again.”
My skin tingled with every word the wind whispered
“Yes it’s true, you have another chance. Sleep and rise my prince”
my chains melted into liquid and I fell to the floor. It was cool and peaceful. I fell asleep.
The first thing I felt was the wind. And my eyes opened. I was in the circle everyone around me with a concerned look pointed at me. Pain in my stomach I vomited. It was a blood and black tar like substance. My arms beneath me i saw my veins much darker than normal, and in that moment I remembered everything. Life had betrayed me. Everything the earth birthed was my fruitless demise.
“Are you ok?” I heard a familiar voice. Joe.
The rage I felt in the fires welled within. It was in my voice and in my arms as I reached for Joe’s neck.
“You never gave a shit about me.”
With inhuman strength i clamped and dug my fingers into his throat. I lifted him into the air and slammed him down onto a rock. His body lifeless immediately after impact. My former friends yelled and began to put distance between us.
“Not enough.”
One by one I chased and squashed them. I hated them. They were part of the world that was tainted by who I once was. The were part of the world at all. Anything consisting of life was next.
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