Nike: Hello everybody, this is Nike Kinsborough with my first shot at a fictionpress story. Please forgive me, but there are no fantasy elements in this chapter. It's just an intro to the situation. This isn't mainly fantasy anyway, so for those expecting extreme elven dwarf mayhem, go find another story.

Rancor Part 1

Heart of Jello

The vehement breath of the behemoth towered over the wimp in his prime. Sounds like a fruity sentence used to spice up my life, but sadly, that was the only way to describe the situation that a guy was in while my friends and I watched in absolute and obsolete boredom. Things like this happened every day, the adults didn’t do too much, considering that most of the time it was part of a symbiotic relationship two opposite individuals were a part of. If both sides benefited from the contract, the narcs didn’t interfere. That’s how things worked around here. The bully had a furrowed brow, and his eyes were dark with unfocused rage. The bullied was the opposite, his brow was leaned back, and even though his eyes were just as dark, they had a focus, against the bully. It didn’t show on his face, but I could tell. The Goliath shrugged off the kid’s glance, and winded up for the punch…

Before I got used to this kind of thing, I remember empathizing with the fear and terror of the submissive, yet sharing the passion and zeal of the dominant, almost admiring them for their victory. Man, I’m messed up. Though I suppose that means I’m normal, considering everyone these days thinks it’s cool to be mentally sick.

However, while I was giving myself a monologue, my own focus drifted off, and before I noticed it, the victimizer was on the ground, and the victim was now the pugilist. In less than three seconds, the roles of society had been reversed. But how? I was determined to find out what happened and why.

“Who was that kid?” I asked my friends, pointing to the prizefighter now relishing in his victory over the unconscious junior with a most probable concussion.

“Oh him?...that’s…Signy Vither?”

“No…it’s Simon Water…”

I later found out his name was Sigmund Walther. He was also a junior, like the slain beast he conquered, who transferred to our school last year. However, I needed to find out more about him, and besides, it’s not like college prep classes really consumed my time. As I walked up to the front office I prayed to whatever divine being was overused (Buddha, Allah, you name it.)at the time that he wouldn’t rub it into my face.

As I entered the office, I saw he his head of dirty blonde hair. He saw me before I saw him, so I got the oh so pleasant feeling of being naked in front of an audience. He flashed a playful smirk at me, and said dauntingly:

“So, Mr. High and Mighty comes crawling back to get his fix back.”

“Damn, how many times do I have to tell those pushers that I don’t want to bring my business to anyone else but them…” My voice dripped with sarcasm.

“Well, what do you need than, my Lord, your wish is my obligation.” He half bowed, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Nothing much, Paris, just the usual. Class schedule, hobbies, what he looks for in a girl, what his dream date would be…” I sighed, mock swooning, as if I’d faint just at the thought.

“Well than, what’s the name of your crush?”

I stared at him, “It’s not a crush. I just want to find out what he’s made of, hopefully not moldy cheese. Name’s Sigmund Walther.”

He must came upon an epiphany, because he stopped smiling, “Oh…that guy…”

“Yeah…THAT guy. Can you get me his file then?”

“Well, I actually tried getting my hands on that file after hearing about that fight.”

“Oh, and you say I’m the one with the crush. What’s your damage, Paris?”

“No, see, I also kinda wanted to see if he had a past criminal record. I ended up finding nothing really. No hobbies. Classes are barren, getting good grades in all of them, but nothing extracurricular. I also got in trouble with the Ms. PMS over there.” He motioned towards his supervisor in his Aiding career.

I smiled. “Curiosity killed the cat.”

He winked back at me, “And satisfaction brought it back.”

“You know that’s not how it goes.”

“Hey, how come I can’t add more to a classic. Anyway, I wouldn’t recommend trying to figure out that guy. It can only bring you pain and suffering.”

“Geez Romeo, getting a little jealous?”

“Yeah, you know I miss that hot Dai lovin’ you used to give me.”

I rolled my eyes, “Can you at least get me his schedule?”

“Sure thing hot-stuff. I’ll send it to you in an envelope. See ya later.”

I started laughing at the thought of us seeing each other ever again. “Yeah, see you soon.” I wasn’t about to let him in on the joke though.

Sure we went out a year ago, and sure we got pretty serious, but now that smirk that I longed to see on his face made me quiver in uncontrollable rage…no, rage isn’t the word… rancor…

But of course I always keep it pushed down. That’s what I do. But inside, I’m getting extreme tremors. That’s me, the ice cold rock hard bitch, but dig in a millimeter or two, and you get a heart of lime jello and brain of Figgy pudding.

I’m a fucking Charleston Chew.