It's just hilarious and I'm hoping that it's going to work. It's The Number 47 by EvilIguanaProductions and it's a parody of Jim Carrey's Number 23.
You have not seen comedy unless you've seen this video.
So, guess what I finally have?
Yep. The next chapter of DYRM. I'm not sure if I'm proud of it yet. But it's hopefully getting somewhere.
So I'll just not talk and post the chapter now...
Chapter 23
Doomed, doomed, domed. Is there another word for doomed? Condemned, damned. Damn I need a thesaurus. I also don’t think I should be thinking about stuff like this at a time like this.
Focus.
Focused.
Simon was a tall, broad teen, with shocking blonde hair, and blue eyes. Definitely an athlete of sort. I’d pint him up to be a footballer. So, he definitely outweighs me by a lot. But I can make that work to my advantage.
Analyzing the situation was something that had become habitual as the magician fights kept coming. Jamie also mentioned that it would help me a lot in winning if I looked at the situation thoroughly before acting.
I had asked her, ‘what if I don’t have time for that?’, she said, ‘you’ll always have time to analyze your position. Do it as you fight’. To be honest with you, that had not been a reassuring response.
Back to the situation at hand. I noticed Simon make the first move and raise his first ready to punch me. My mind told me to accept it; it would raise less suspicion on you if you didn’t fight back. Another part of me fought that they’d never connect a stupid school fight with me being Danny Istari. Another part of me thought, what the hell? I could teach him a lesson or two about underestimating people.
I dodged the fist, moving my body fluidly to the left. I was careful not to use any magic powers, even though I could feel them running through my body like blood through my veins under my skin. The power was just itching to come out.
He growled and threw another sloppy punch. I dodged. I didn’t want to cause too much of a scene. I’d already created a bad image by speaking back to him, let alone beating him in a fight.
“Are you scared, freak?” He taunted, “Is that why you keep dodging and not attacking?”
I didn’t answer him.
“What would your loser friends say if they saw this? Would they wonder what became of their little friend?”
I continued to not answer, though I could hear the whispers spreading through the crowd around me. What was it with High School kids and whispering? Couldn’t they just speak to my face? I guess not.
“I’m sure you’re friends are having a great time, locked up, being tortured. Suffering because you can’t remember where they are to help them.” That hit a nerve. I growled but didn’t move to attack him. “Their probably thinking ‘has Danny left us? Abandoned us? Left us here to rot in pain with no way of ever escaping?’ That’s how pathetic they are. Just like you.”
I wasn’t going to just let him get away with that. Just as he lunched for another punch, I quickly evaded, and as he was off balance for the attack, I swiped my leg underneath his feet, causing him to trip over. As he landed on the floor of the cafeteria I pounced, slamming my tightly clenched hand on his check. The force of the hit slammed his head in the other direction, blood flying from his mouth.
I didn’t stop there though; I did it again and again and again. I barely registered Holly’s cries for me to stop. That he wasn’t worth it. I barely registered the fact that everyone was backing away from me.
“Stop it! You’re killing him!” Was the first thing I heard through the red haze of anger and I instantly stopped to see the unconscious face of Simon beneath me.
Before I knew it a teacher I hadn’t met before was hauling me to my feet. He dragged me out of the cafeteria even though I was walking away willingly, shock melting away at me, leaving my mind empty and no feelings overtaking me.
I was thrown on a chair in what looked to be a small office. Bland walls and I was sitting in an uncomfortable chair as the teacher that brought me here stood guard over me. Making sure I didn’t do anything else, obviously.
Realization was beginning to set in, no matter how much I didn’t want it to. Everything screamed at me that I’d done something terrible. That I shouldn’t have attacked him like I did. That I was probably one of the stupidest people to have ever walked this planet. It was only my first day back and I’d already beaten a kid half to death and scared the entire high school population.
They probably thought I was a loony. That whatever happened to me must have made me unhinged.
They were probably afraid and pitied me now. I would have growled if the teacher still weren’t standing above me, watching me with a blank expression. Sort of killer bodyguard type.
“So, what happened, Danny?” Thankfully it was Mr Erickson that came to see me. He’d understand, right?
“Simon was taunting me. He was telling me that I’d abandoned my friends and that they were screaming for my help and where I’d gone whilst they were slowly being killed off.” I replied. “He was also trying to attack me.” I restrained the ‘he deserved what he got’, I was pretty sure that would have made things ten times worse.
“Danny, you can’t beat someone like that because they were making fun of you. You should have ignored it and come to see one of the staff,”
“So, you’re telling me, I should have just let him attack me and say those things about my friends and me?” I didn’t even know what to call what he’d said about my friends. It was just a horrible thing to say. His opinion was definitely not welcome to me.
“I’m not saying that.”
“That’s what it sounded like to me. You didn’t want me to defend myself. Or my friends.”
“No, I didn’t want you to beat another kid up.”
“He started it. He was going to attack me!”
“And what did you do to make him want attack you?” I could tell I wasn’t going to win this argument. I thought I could trust Mr Erickson to believe me and trust me, tell me that everything was going to be all right.
“This is going to affect my trial, isn’t it?” I hadn’t really thought about the trial until then. I’d probably just mucked up my chances of getting out of some youth detention centre. I’d never find my friends if I kept acting like this.
“You didn’t answer my question.” That was probably his way of saying ‘yes, you just blew your chances of being let off.’
“You didn’t answer mine.” I retorted. “I spoke back to him. He was insulting my friends. He told me he was going to get back to me.”
“Did you tell any of the teachers?”
“No.”
“You see,” he was probably going to shoot me down. I should learn to just accept that fate wasn’t my best friend and that everything, whether it be magician or human was out to get me. What kind of life had I had? “To me, this sounds more like you retaliating because he’s said something about your friends. Friends you don’t even remember.”
“And how would you know I don’t remember them? It doesn’t matter. Their still not back yet, and I promised that I’d get them back. I’m not going to give up.” I said, determined to achieve my goal, “I won’t give up on them, even if everyone else has.”
“No one’s given up on them.”
“You gave up on me before I came back.”
“Look, Danny, we can’t do much for you hear. The police have been notified, and you’re being sent home for the afternoon. To cool off. We expect you with a new attitude here in the morning.”
“What? You’re suspending me?”
“You just need time to think. Maybe it was little too quick to bring you back here.” I didn’t know what to say. I was being suspended.
“Mr Silverwick here will escort you out of the building. We’ll see you in the morning.”
“But-” I cried, “Mr Erickson, you’re not listening. What about Simon? Isn’t he getting punished for this?”
“Simon is currently sitting in an ambulance waiting to go to the hospital. See you tomorrow, Mr Smith.” There was an element of finality in his voice and I knew not to argue anymore.
“Come on.” Mr Silverwick ordered. He was a young teacher, a thin, tanned body with a mess of blonde hair on his head. He had clear blue eyes, but they were cold. Cold as ice.
I moved without hesitation. I knew that I’d lost the battle.
As I walked down the corridor out of the school building, I noticed that word of my fight with Simon must have spread fast as students cleared a path for me as I walked past them. They all kept their heads down as I passed.
“Danny!” I heard one shout. A female. Holly. “See you tomorrow, right?”
“Yeah.” I said looking back at her. “See you tomorrow.”
At least Holly wasn’t scared of me. I had to wonder what had happened to her. She seemed a little depressed when I asked her about why she’d been demoted from loved to hated. Top to bottom of the social grape vine.
Life must have hit her full frontal if it’d changed that much.
I walked through my house silently. Maggie and Jim weren’t home yet. I’m sure Erickson would have called them, so I wouldn’t be alone for long.
I quickly grabbed my pot and started smoking it, letting all of my worries disappear. I loved the feeling of the high. You feel like you’re on top of the world. Nothing can stop you. You feel peaceful. Calm. Like nothing can faze you.
I hadn’t noticed how much time had passed. I knew I’d smoked a few joints of pot, the packet steadily depleting of stock.
I was so high, I didn’t realize the front door opening and closing. My name being called from downstairs in a firm voice.
I also didn’t notice the sound of footsteps climbing the stairs.
I didn’t notice anything until.
“Danny?” A voice called out to me. “Oh, my God, Danny? Are you smoking?”
You see, I would have found it completely hilarious if Maggie had found me smoking pot at any other given time. But the amount of shit I was already in left me with one thing to say:
“Oh, shit.” I thought I left it at the right moment, don't you?
Anyway, sorry I didn't blog yesterday. I was kinda drunk. I should have mentioned it, but it was my sister's party yesterday and I had a little too much to drink. I was fast asleep before even thinking about blogging properly.
So... moving on.
Still haven't heard about any jobs yet.
Hopefully it'll be good news.
Night!
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