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Before it all Started by Kenny

“Today is going to be a boring day,” Dave proclaimed. “And what makes you so sure about that?” said Mike, sitting down in his desk next to Dave. “Because they’re all boring. I came into college expecting exciting new things, and so far it’s been nothing but schoolwork. I’d have killed myself out of boredom by now if it wasn’t for the miserable crushing pressure.” “Well, that’s really your fault, isn’t it?” Mike responded. “I mean, I’ve haven’t had an uninteresting day since I got here.” Because every day I find out someone else is trying to kill me, Mike added in his mind. “If you’re bored, just go out and find something to do.” “No, it’s not like I don’t go out or anything, it’s just, I expected college to be so DIFFERENT from high school, and it’s really just more of the same,” Dave said. “Well then I can’t help you,” said Mike. “I guess your best bet is to hope something new and exciting falls into your lap.” “Ba-pssssch. Right,” said Dave. “Nothing ever happens in this sleepy little town.” * * * Waldo walked down the hall as subtly as he could. Steve had given him specific instructions not to be seen pulling the alarm, and Waldo had gotten the impression that this one ritual he didn’t want to mess up. Don’t wanna screw this up like all those other times, thought Waldo. He wondered why Steve was doing a complicated spell like this one. Waldo thought they should have first waited until they had done successfully summoned at least one demon first, but hey, Steve was the brains of the operation, not him. Steve probably knew what he was doing. Waldo checked the hall. All clear, he thought. No, wait! Someone coming! Indeed, someone was coming. And even worse, it was the gun-nut girl, Margaret. It wasn’t as if they had been accepted warmly by any of their classmates, but Steve and Waldo had gotten especially nasty abuse from Margaret. Neither could figure out why; she didn’t LOOK very religious, but for some reason she seemed to really have it in for any affiliates of Satan. On more than one occasion she had threatened to do really, really un-nice things to them, especially after Waldo had asked her for a date. He had limped for weeks after that. All in all, he figured he should wait until Margaret was gone. Waldo tried his best not to be noticed as Margaret walked by. He waited until Margaret was safely around the corner, then pulled the alarm. The building was soon filled with the ever-pleasant sound of a blaring siren. Having fulfilled his mission, Waldo dashed back to the elevators. A safe distance behind him, Margaret (not having been fooled by Waldo’s particularly lame attempt at inconspicuousness) followed. What exactly are you up to, moron? * * * “Okay, everything’s set up,” said Steve. “We don’t have a lot of time before everyone comes back in, so we have to hurry. So go stand over there somewhere and do NOT distract me. You say nothing. You are nothing. Got it?” “Uh huh, I got it,” said Waldo, backing up to a safe distance. With Waldo out of the way, Steve took a deep breath, psyched himself up one more time, and knelt down to perform the ritual. Waldo stood in awe watching Steve work, as always. Man, I KNOW we’ll get a demon this time! he thought happily. He drooled just a little at the thought. Waldo would probably have gone admiring Steve’s smooth competence and style, had he not caught some movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned to see what it was, and saw with alarm that Margaret was sneaking as quietly as possible towards Steve. Oh no oh no! thought Waldo. Gotta tell Steve! He opened his mouth to shout something, but Margaret shot a stern look towards him and put her finger to his lips, like a librarian shushing a loud child. She pointed towards Steve to emphasize the point. Steve told you to be quiet, remember? While Waldo wrestled in agony with the decision of whether or not to alert Steve, Margaret continued to creep silently towards Steve. Steve continued to recite line after line of the incantation, his concentration fully focused on the book he was reading from. More than halfway there, he thought. I can do this. I can do this. Click. “I suggest you shut your mouth NOW,” said Margaret, pointing a gun at the back of Steve’s head. “Gbdai—“ Steve stuttered out, realizing too late that saying anything would ruin the spell. Immediately the lights went out, came back, and then went dark yellow. What looked like a glowing blob of blue energy materialized above the pentagram where Steve and Waldo had hoped to summon the demon. “What the…” The floating mass of energy shrank in on itself and formed a tiny fireball, about the size of a marble. “What did you do?” asked Margaret, fighting off the urge to panic. “I don’t know!” shouted Steve. “You interrupted me before I could finish saying it!” The fireball, which had been slowly growing, suddenly ballooned from the size of someone’s eye to the size of a beach ball. At this point Steve noticed that he had wet his pants. “Can I get up now?” he asked meekly. Margaret did not answer. Steve started to ask again, then noticed that Margaret hadn’t answered because she was already running for the door. “Hey!” he shouted and scrambled up after her. Waldo vapidly watched them both pass, then decided it would probably be a good idea to follow them. The fireball continued to expand after they left, growing bigger and bigger and bigger… ----------------- Continue

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