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Thursday, December 6, 2018

Enigmatic Fantasies #8 - The Wrong Victim [#58]

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            It was supposed to be simple, he was just a defenseless old man. Admittedly, I was desperate and valued a quick buck over the old man's health and safety, so maybe I deserved it. Yet, I can't help but think this is more bad luck than instant karma.
            It began normal enough, the old man took a wrong turn into a dark alley obscured from view. He had a nice watch that peeked out from below his sleeve, he was likely a little wealthy. There I was, perched behind a dumpster, as I lied in wait for a fool like him to cross my path. The second he moved past me I jumped out from the shadows and pointed my gun at him. It wasn't loaded, hell I don't think it would have worked even if it was loaded, but he didn't need to know that.
            "Give me your money," I threatened, "and that fancy watch." I shoved the gun in his face, but he was unfazed.
            "Don't wave that toy around son you'll put your eye out," he scolded me.
            "Shut up old man," I puffed my chest out, "this is a robbery you senile old fool. Now hand over your valuables or else."
            "Or else what?" The man called my bluff, "You'll shoot me with that toy?"
            "Oh I see, you think I'm bluffing," I pressed the gun to his head, "feel that, cold hard steel."
            "I never said you were bluffing," the old man scoffed, "it's simply that you pose no danger to my life."
            "What're you yammering on about?" I asked.
            "You. Are. Not. A. Threat," he clarified, "let me demonstrate." He waved his hand and suddenly I was thrown across the alley like a ragdoll.
            "What?" I stammered in a daze, unable to even pick myself off the ground. He snapped his finger and my gun began to dismantle itself before it melted into the ground. As though it were butter on a hot stove.
            "Maldicionderqual," he muttered in some indescribable language. "Now suffer for your foolishness." Nothing happened for a few moments, but then I felt a wave of nausea overtake me. First, my stomach began to twist itself into a metaphorical knot. Next, my whole body felt a sudden surge of pins and needles. Then my head throbbed with a bout of migraines, and it only got worse. My whole being felt as though it was about to rip itself apart. My blood seemed like it would burn through my veins at any moment and my brain wanted to crawl out my head.
            "Ma..ke..it..sto.." I managed to croak out.
            "No," the old man refused, "what did you call me again? Oh yes, a 'senile, old fool,' why should I help someone who insulted me so?"
            "I...m..sor-" I tried to apologize through the pain.
            "Save your breath," he snapped at me, "for you have precious little of it left. Do not worry I will not kill you, honestly, that would be a kindness now. Instead, I will let you wallow in your misery for a while longer. Then maybe you'll find something better to do than attempt to rob your elders."
            "uhhhh.." I let out a gargled cry.
            "No one will believe you," he spat on me, then walked out of sight and left me to my horrific pain.
            Sometimes you encounter things that defy reasoning and common sense. Things that have no apparent logical explanation. Usually, there is one, you just need to line up the fact just right or ask a smart enough person. That's not the case here, it was simply supernatural. I let this fact linger in my mind as I considered my life choices while I continued to wallow in pain.

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You never know who that random person on the street may be...
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