To Learn a Lesson Part 6: A Little Payback
#6 of To Learn a Lesson
"Virgil, who did this to you!?" asked Tim with fire in his eyes as looked at the swollen face of his closest friend.
"I'm not going to tell you." Virgil calmly replied as he fed Ryan a few scraps from his lunch-tray.
"And why not?"
"Because if I do, I know you'll do something drastic." Tim stood up and slammed his fists down onto the table.
"Of course I'll do something drastic!" The iguana-morph yelled. He settled down when he noticed he was making a scene, "Listen Virgil, you're my best friend and you have been since first grade. I'd do anything for you. Now, just tell me the name of the guy who did it so I can take care of him for you."
"No."
"Then I'll find out on my own." Tim got up and walked back into the school.
Virgil sighed and glanced over his shoulder, he had to make sure no one found out about his little lion. Strangely, there weren't as many people in the courtyard as usual. Most of the time it was packed. This was the only time during school when the students had free time outside. Albeit they were stuck in a small courtyard but still, free time is free time. Today, the only company Virgil and Ryan had were the two oak trees that stood on the opposite ends of the yard and a few social outcasts that were standing around near the doors, well enough away from Virgil.
Virgil stroked Ryan's mane a bit, "Master?"
"Yes Ryan?"
"Tim's not going to find out about Trevor is he?"
The mouse put on a feign smile, "I don't see how he could." He slipped Ryan back into his pocket, "Why don't you take a cat-nap or something and forget about it."
"Okay Master." Ryan replied as he nestled against his master's chest. Despite his dream, Ryan obediently closed his eyes.
After his pet was secured, Virgil dropped his happy facade and folded his ears back as much as a mouse could, which wasn't very much. He knew Tim would find out eventually, him being incredibly resourceful and stubborn but it was for the best that Ryan not be told the truth. After all, Virgil didn't want the little guy to worry.
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Tim walked through the halls keeping his wits about him and his hands performing slight gestures that effectively increased his hearing. Tim picked up a couple of words that, by the sound of them, belonged to a couple members of the football team. Tim leaned up against some lockers casually and listened in to their conversation. Most of it was unimportant, but after Tim heard the words "...got to fill in for Ryan..." he knew exactly who was behind this. Tim followed the doberman into the bathroom and after he was certain they were alone, placed a ward on the door that would simply make people rethink their choice of restrooms, as well as block out all sound coming from both sides. Tim had to admit, it was kind of fun just using the little mind-trick spells.
"So Trevor," Tim started, "I head you had fun in gym today,"
"Shut the fuck up." Trevor responded casually as he pulled a cigarette out of his pocket. As he was about to light it, Tim made a slight pulling movement with his hand and the lighter floated over to him.
The young warlock clicked on the small device and watched the fire dance around before saying to the confused bully, "Fire, I like fire, how 'bout you?" Tim made his fingers into a gun shape and began to shoot little fire-balls all around Trevor's feet, causing him to 'dance' wildly. Trevor was screaming but thanks to the ward, no one would hear him. Suddenly Tim stopped and held his finger up to his mouth so he could blow the smoke off of it.
"What...what are you!??"
"Silence runt!" Tim waved his hands around and the once six-foot doberman was reduced to a mere one-foot in height, "You hurt my friend you little bastard, and now you're gonna pay."
"W-w-w-w-w-w... bu-bu I..." The terrified dog stuttered slinking back into a corner.
Tim smiled and grabbed Trevor by his tiny throat, "You're gonna pay alright, but what to do with you?" Tim snapped his fingers, "I've got it." Tim let go of Trevor and stood up, keeping his head held high as to show the most authority.
"Trevor Peterson!" Tim's voice boomed, "You have always looked down upon others and thought of them as ants. Now we shall see what happens when they think the same of you!" Tim snapped his fingers and light filled Trevor's eyes. When he finally came to his senses he found himself standing on the concrete section of the courtyard closest to the door. Only everything was different, the concrete he stood on wasn't flat as it normally was, it was jagged with many large cracks and deep craters. Also, the grass that was normally cut so short, actually obscured his view. In fact, the only reason he could see over it was because the concrete was slightly elevated about a third of an inch above ground. There was also this strange low booming sound that seemed to change it's pitch quite rhythmically.
Trevor turned around only to come face-to-face with the lower fifth of the sole of a shoe. The ant-sized dog screamed before his head instinctively craned upwards to see it's owner. A ring-tail lemur-boy wearing a T-shirt from a metal concert and a pair of black jeans. He had long black hair that came down to the center of his back and wore large-studded wristbands on both wrists. He was considered an outcast by most of the school, and as with most outcasts, was tortured by members of the school's various sports teams. Although, Trevor could think of him as being anything other than a titan. A colossal being with strength beyond comprehension.
To make matters worse of the doberman, standing next to him were two other outcasts: A deer-boy without any head-hair dressed in stereotypical 'nerd wear' consisting of a sweater-vest and some black slacks; the ensemble completed with a pair of glasses. And an overweight alley cat, also without head-hair, that was basically wearing the same outfit as the lemur. Trevor sputtered but quickly regained his composure and began running toward what looked to be a tiny crack in the wall.
"Hey Geoff," said the cat to the lemur as he looked down at a little speck quickly moving toward what he suspected to be a small opening in the wall, "didn't you and your dad just spray this place for pests?"
"Yeah," Geoff responded, "Got payed a lot of doing it too, why?"
"Well look down there, it's an ant. You sure you guys did a good enough job?"
"Hm?" Geoff squatted down to get a better look, "Well, well, well. Good eye Paul. Can't have my dad's reputation as an exterminator getting tarnished now can we?" The lemur nonchalantly extended a finger and brought it down on the 'ant' grinding it into the pavement to insure death and then wiping his appendage off on his shirt. "Now that that little piece of rubbish is out of the way, you guys want to go get something to eat?"
"Yeah I'm starved!" Paul chimed in before the trio set off for the lunch-line.
"Revenge of the nerds..." Tim said to himself as he watched the whole affair through a window. He chuckled quietly before triumphantly walking away.