Ignorance is no excuse
Quickwrite with second draft
It got out of hand. True, a little power seemed like fun some moments ago. But now Tom stood there, in the midst of night, around the corner of an nearby supermarket. A ghetto blaster played some beat while a group of youngsters cowered near the ground or pressed against the walls. In front of the robed wolf a puddle of blood, flesh and bones slowly spread. Though it was a warm night his pressed breath left little white clouds in the air around him.
Slowly he moved his yellow eyes from the gore, beyond to the youngsters. He had always hated these idiots, roaming the streets with their loud music and drunken yells every night. And now things had happened so fast his mind was still busy gathering the facts. Because of his lineage he had come over old tomes of magic a few years ago. It took him almost four years to realize he could actually summon the arcane powers, and even longer to think about using them.
His idea was simple. He wanted to scare the lot with a show they wouldn't forget and that no one would believe them. For that reason he had bought the hooded robe from a LARP online shop. He sought them out with the intend to melt the carcass of their stupid boom box. He had imagined them to just point at him and laugh while he was babbling his 'nonsense'. And it had almost worked that way. But the moment he pronounced the unleashing command, the owner of the ghetto blaster went at him with a line of "gotta problem, freak?". To safe some time he had chosen a simple frame for his cast that targeted what ever he aimed at, instead of naming it. He had not expected a movement that would cover the blaster entirely from his sight just that very split second of importance.
The tiger charging at him stopped mid sentence. He stood there, his drunken eyes slowly looking down upon himself. Some sort of fluffed goo sloshed down his pants and took them along, covering his shoes. His head and chest felt awkwardly light for the moment, while he had an experience similar of warm water draining from him after a shower. Within heartbeats his skin and parts of his muscles were piled on the ground. He had no time to realize that. An awkward moment later his bowels followed from below his shirt. With a sickening noise he sank on his knees, into his organs. Death released him and his corpse fell over.
Tom was in shock, looking at the group yet not realizing them. His mind locked him in place, his knowledge working on its own in an futile attempt to comprehend just what he had done and what consequences he had called upon himself and all around him.
A girl shrieked and he snapped back into 'here and now'. They scattered and ran away. Somehow he envied their ignorance, enabling them to just give in to panic and flee. He looked down at his deed and felt a physical weight building on his shoulders.
From the bloody remains a crimson shade rose like mist. Its form resembled nothing he could think of. The transparent body grew more and more, produced legs and long arms, which all ended in sharp claws. It had neither head nor neck. Only a big maw stretched from one shoulder to the other. The shade growled at Tom with a voice not audible, but it vibrated through his body and filled his mind. Within the maw had but one ring of teeth, and beyond a throat going on, by far exceeding the size of the being.
With a turn to the side it vanished from his sight. Shrieks rose and died, nearly drowning the sound from the ghetto blaster. He knew nothing of the shade, neither what it was nor how to seize it. But he knew it was his summoning. With every passing second the weight he felt grew stronger, forcing him to the ground eventually. His debt kept rising. Soon it would crush his body, that he knew. And he'd be charged for it on the other side.