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The Adventures of Stevie #155
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, after the
school Spring break.
The Adventures of Stevie #155 "Aladdin Is My Friend"
Dear Carlos,
I won the fight against the Bhutanese Dark Adept, Blonchang, who was
Detective David Chang's mostly absent father. It was a hard battle, but
I won it because I thought ahead, and planned well. Not perfectly,
because you can't plan perfectly for what you don't know about. I had
made lots of alternative plans, but used the ones which fit the
situations I encountered. Being not perfect, I was injured, but not
killed. I think you know I wasn't killed, because that would make it a
little hard for me to write letters. Not that it's the easiest thing in
the world, right now.
While I was unconscious, the different teams went to work. The police
evacuated the area, while the G-Men guarded them and the firemen, who
were putting out the fires. At the same time, Tomba was porting some
monks to the Huston office to free the workers there from their bondage
to the crystals and the really defeated adept. He ported the insulated
crystals to Shan, so he could see if he could deactivate them, and
others out there that the adept had charmed, remotely, like he did with
the other charms and dolls. I was told all that went smoothly, when I
woke up enough to understand what I was being told.
I wished I had not woken then. Medication to reduce pain doesn't work
well on me. I hurt. Badly. I was covered in first degree burns, and had
some second degree burns on my legs. I had a sprained wrist. The other
wrist was broken. So was one ankle. My butt was severely bruised. All
that wasn't as bad as what I felt was my worst injury. My lower back
was sprained, and my neck a little. ANY movement of almost any part of
my body hurt my back. It was like getting stabbed by red hot knives.
With barbs. With acid on them. Hot pepper, too. But, I lived, and they
said I would fully recover. I just didn't like waiting for that to
happen, awake. Something else bothered me a lot. I couldn't squirt. No,
my monster and nuts weren't damaged. My wrists were, so I couldn't do
it myself. I wouldn't have, anyway. Just thinking about it hurt my
back, so not even my team members, or my extended group of brothers and
friends, could help me this time. It frustrated them almost as much as
it did me. They ached to help, and couldn't.
I was in the hospital for 3 weeks, and I'm stuck in my bed at home
for another 2 weeks after the 2 weeks I've already been stuck in it. My
sprained wrist is alright now. So are the burns. My ankle and other
wrist come out of the casts next week. My visiting physical therapist
says my back is almost all better. Actually, I'm fully recovered now,
because of some extra life energy I used to make the healing go faster.
Still, I have to follow the doctors' orders, or my family and friends
will worry too much.
When I was well enough in the hospital, I told my team, father, and
Tomba, what I did in the fight, and why. I told David privately, so he
wouldn't really know what happened to his father. That body which still
lived, isn't his father. It's just an empty body. Here's the extra
stuff I told the others. "My goal was to prevent him from hurting
people, FOREVER. Killing him wouldn't do it, because he would be
reincarnated, and would remember what happened. I know that because he
remembered me from our past lives and fights. He recognized my stone,
and even called it by it's name, which I didn't know till then. I
didn't want him to kill himself either, so I tricked him by telling him
how bad his future lives would be if he did that, and advising him not
to. That insulted him so much I knew he wouldn't do it. If I defeated
him and took away his powers, that would last only until he died
naturally and was reborn. With new feet, Chad." That got a smile from
him, remembering my puns and the chopped bowl. "That wasn't good enough
for me. I wanted a permanent solution. Anybody want to guess what I
did?" They all looked at each other. Nothing. Chad said "Don't keep us
in suspense!" I said "Spoilsport!" We all smiled.
I said "I'll give you a hint. Aladdin gave me the idea." They still
had no idea. I said "What would you use to contain a really dangerous
spirit?" Chad exclaimed "Aladdin's Lamp!" Jan said "You made him into a
Genie?" I said "Not exactly, but very close. The time of the story of
Aladdin was one of the times when adapts ruled. The legends which
formed the basis for the stories of the Arabian Nights, might have some
truth to them. Shan said so, when I showed him my levitating platform,
which he said was very close to the flying carpets they had, which were
real. Aladdin's Genie story came from an older legend of King Solomon's
bottles, which he used to trap evil spirits inside. I think what really
happened was, it was defeated adepts who were trapped in the bottles.
Just their spirits, in such a way which allowed them to use some of
their powers at the command of their master who had defeated them. So,
I thought out how that could be done, and did it, my way. I made a high
temperature glass globe, with a special mix of rock sands in it. Then I
covered that with tar, to act as an organic insulator and shock
absorber. Then I covered that with interlocking and overlapping half
globes of stainless steel. Then plastic. Then lead. Then plastic. Then
pure chromium. Then a final layer of acid resistant plastic, sealed
with heat. When I got his spirit loose, I used the 4th to port him into
the sands inside the globe. He's still alive in there, and conscious,
but he has no contact with the outside world. All he has for as long as
that globe exists, are his imagination and dreams. He will probably go
insane someday. Don't tell David."
They all said "Wow!" I didn't comment on it that time. There was
something else I didn't tell them. While I was pulling at the adept's
spirit, I learned some things about him and what he had done in his
past lives, and about what he knew about my past lives, too. I have
those memories packed away for later analysis.
After I told them the full story, Chad said, "That's bad. REALLY bad.
Remind me not to get you mad at me." He was joking, but it hurt a lot.
I said through my tears, "Chad, from you, that really hurt." The others
looked angrily at him. He said to me, "I'm so sorry. I wasn't thinking.
I was more stupid than a normal. I didn't mean to hurt you, Not EVER!"
He kissed me and dripped his tears on my face." I said "I know you were
joking, but it still hurt. I hated doing what I did to him. I have to
remember that all my life." We both cried a little, and so did the
others. Then I said, "Now will somebody wipe my face for me?" I
grinned, and they all did too.
So now I'm waiting for the doctors to say I'm fit. My team knows I am
already, and so do Tommy, Jeremy, Dan, Shan, and Tomba. It's boring
sometimes, but most times I have company. As much as I want, and more.
They check up on me by contacting me, and contacting among themselves,
and there is almost always one of them with me, keeping me company.
Some of it is regular teaching sessions I conduct, for psychic
development. Another thing I do is dictate books, like that one about
dogs. Often, they help me to squirt. VERY often. I think they have some
competition about that, but I don't know how they score it. I don't
want to tell them, but I think Debbie wins when she visit's, even if
she doesn't do anything but kiss me. Sometimes she does more. A lot
more. I would never complain about that. NEVER!
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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