The Adventures of Stevie #154
These stories were told to me by friends and other people. Some of them
are true. Some of them are only partly true. Some of them should have
been true. LOL
My first post about Stevie ("Call me Stephen!") was when he was 12 and
in summer camp and was told by another camper. This was from a time
before computers would fit on a desk and when people communicated with
friends in other countries by actual letters sent through the postal
service. When children did this those friends were called "penpals".
Carlos is Stevie's penpal in Argentina and knows English. This is a
fictional contrivance to enable Stevie to tell us his stories because
he isn't here in person. I think.
All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
Stevie's school is for gifted children who don't fit in regular schools.
The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
Stevie is 14 in this story, in year 4 of his special school. It's
Spring, just after his 13th birthday.
The Adventures of Stevie #154 "Action Against Blonchang"
Dear Carlos,
We were waiting for Shan to make the medicine for me, which would
keep my motion sickness from making me throw up all over the Dark Adept
I was going to face. He should thank me for that, but he probably
wouldn't want to while I was trying to give him a fate worse than
death. Then Shan contacted me to say it was ready. I ported it to me,
and drank it. I contacted Murphy, who was already in place in Huston,
to start. His men would storm the office quietly, with their own
shielded hats on, with badges on shirts, and handcuff all the people
there, behind their backs. Then they would put insulated hats with
under the chin straps on the people. They would leave the hats off the
people who had the crystals I took over and filled with poison energy.
They would take and insulate all the other crystals. G-Men were
infiltrating the neighborhood around the target building, but not
obviously. If I had to chase the adept, they would help me locate him.
David informed the Chief that action was just about to happen, so he
could have his men ready to clean up the mess if there was one, but not
interfere with my operation. Father had my special weapon ready, with
the scientist who was in charge of it, nearby. The fire department had
their trucks ready, too, because of his known favorite weapon.
Then it was time. Lots of things happened at once. Tomba ported
David's mother to safety. I ported Chad, Rod, and Jan, close to the
building. I ported my special weapon to an open window in the apartment
where the adept was. Then I ported myself to outside the apartment
door. I opened it and walked to the kitchen, where he was sitting at a
table. I said "Blonchang, I've come to accept your surrender." He said
"So, aren't you a little young to be challenging me? Even though you
have your Eye of Shongris with you, you should have waited for your
full maturity. I will win this time." I said "Have you ever committed
suicide before? I see you haven't. I advise you not to do it, or your
next 10 or so lives will not be nice. I wouldn't wish that on anybody.
The Lords of Karma hate cowards." He stood and bowed, and said "Thank
you for the warning. I won't need to consider it." Then a wall of force
exploded against me. He was much stronger than I thought possible. I
couldn't block or absorb all of it, so it slammed me against the
kitchen counter. Even though it was much weaker than he originally made
it, that force would have broken my back over the edge of the counter,
if I hadn't pushed force behind me to the wall, so I wasn't bent
backwards too far. My back didn't break, but I wasn't completely well,
either. I pushed aside the pain, and gave the command to the hornets to
attack. They were the weapon my father brought. Just before they
arrived, Blonchang tried to suck out my energy. He stopped that right
away when he noticed some of it was poisoned. He got real mad at that.
That was good. Anger clouds judgement.
I should tell you about hornets, if there aren't any where you live.
They are big predatory wasps, who live in group nests. They can sting
as many times as they want to, and they want to a whole lot when they
are upset, without hurting themselves like bees to. If a whole nest of
them sting you a lot, you could die if you don't get treatment right
away. His best defense would be to take their life energy, which would
kill them, but I poisoned that part of them, so it only effects humans.
They attacked him, like I had trained them to do. Some of them dropped
dead right away, which meant he had sucked their energy out of them. He
stopped that after a few, when he found out they were poisoned. Then he
used his favorite weapon against me and them. Fire. It exploded out
from him in a red inferno. I absorbed most of the energy of it, but I
couldn't take it all, because he was drawing more energy from his
slaves than I could handle. I was mostly protected, and the hornets
were pushed away by the wind from the fire's expansion. There was a lot
of smoke in the room from the burning kitchen cabinets, which made it
hard for him to breathe. I didn't have that problem because I was
porting clean air in front of my face. Then the wall of flame
sputtered. I thought that might be because of the poisoned energy he
took from Huston, and that Murphy was denying him the use of the rest
of his victims there. Just then I used my synchronized light weapon
from my palm to distract him some more. Cutting off a man's dick and
balls can be a really BIG distraction to him. Then I cut off his feet
with the other palm synchronized light weapon. It takes a while to
charge them, so I only had two shots. Then the wasps went back to
stinging him. That was REALLY detracting, because I had trained them to
attack his face and eyes, and crawl into any body opening they could
find, which was his nose, mouth, and ears.
There was a reason for all that. I wanted his body to be so
uncomfortable to him, his spirit would REALLY want to be someplace
else, in spite of himself. That happened. He tried to escape by
levitating, but I wouldn't let him, and it helped shake his spirit
loose. When his spirit was loose enough for me to grab it, I ported it
out of his body and into a special trap I had made for it. That ended
the fight. I ported the remaining hornets, which were most of them,
back to their container I had ported them from. My walky-talky was
melted, so I mentally contacted Chad to tell him I won, and the adept
would never hurt anybody ever again, and come clean up the mess. I
would port the body, which they were to keep alive as long as possible,
and myself, to a prepared hospital room. I like to plan ahead. I did
all that, successfully. Then I let everything go black.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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