It felt like a sledgehammer hit the right side of my head. My cheek was stinging, my right eye was crying, and I could see so many stars that I swear there was a familiar constellation in there somewhere. I could even taste a bit of blood. This was not good.
I put both hands on the ground and slowly pushed myself up, knowing that I could not afford to remain on the ground for too long. Otherwise, I would become a literal punching bag. Not a career I was interested in pursuing.
“Get up, you little dork,” came a deep voice behind me. Turk. Who gave a kid a name like Turk? It was like the parents wanted him to become a jerk and a ruffian.
I got back on my feet, and I swayed a little as I tried to get my balance. I needed to get out of there as fast as possible, but it felt like I had drunk a full 40 pounder of vodka … not that I had ever done something like that. But the way I was feeling seemed very consistent with the descriptions given by my more worldly-wise classmates.
The onlookers had formed a circle around us, as was typical of a school fight, so that it would remain out of sight from the teachers and unfortunately, it would also guarantee that one of the fighters could not run away. Like me, for example.
“Turn around and fight me like a man,” Turk continued, reading directly from the young tyrant handbook.
That was exactly what I wasn’t going to do. I liked my neurons the way they were, and I could not afford to lose any more from a senseless fight.
I got my feet moving and I tried to push through the growing crowd, all of whom were sniffing blood and being drawn to this scene of a potential massacre, but they would have none of it. They simply pushed me back into the human ring, forcing me to try another location. I was systematically testing the circle for weaknesses, while the bully was trying to expose all of my weaknesses. It was ironic, and I would have laughed if I was not so terrified.
I soon saw a break and I went for it, thinking I had found my avenue of escape. But instead, I met up with Eric. His wheelchair took up a lot of space, and there was no going around it.
“Hey Phil,” he said with a bit of a smile on his face. “Looks like you got yourself into a bit of trouble, eh?”
“You could say that,” I answered breathlessly, looking behind me as the Turk monstrosity approached me slowly, pounding his adult-sized fists together like two bricks. Pretty soon, my head would be between them and I would be squashed like a bug.
“Eric, could you please let me past you? It is a matter of life and death.”
“No,” he said.
“No?” I answered, in shock. “But I thought we were friends … once.”
“We were, once,” he said with a sad smile. “And that is why I will not let you run. That is the worst thing you could do.”
“Oh, I can think of many things that are a lot worse than running. I just want to live to see another day with most of my body parts intact.” I felt instantly guilty, seeing Eric’s shrivelled legs.
“Just wait for a second, Turk,” Eric said, seeing the behemoth looming over my shoulder and about to do serious damage. “Let me talk to Phil for a second and I guarantee that he will be back in the ring to fight.”
Turk thought for a moment, then said, “Okay Eric, but don’t take too long. The teachers will be coming soon and I need to hurt this little jerk.”
I breathed a sigh of relief for the reprieve, glad that Turk could show at least a little humanity in the face of a paraplegic.
“Thanks, Eric,” I said. “Now if you could just let me by ….”
“Oh, you’re not going anywhere, Phil,” he said. “I meant what I said to Turk. You are going to fight him very soon.”
Tears were coming back into my eyes. “But he is going to kill me. Is that what you want?”
He then looked intently at me, with a very serious expression. “Do you wat to win this fight, Phil? Do you want to beat Turk?”
“What?” I said. “That is impossible. He is huge and I have no idea how to fight. It is a complete mismatch and in seconds, I will be lying bloody on this playground.”
“What if I told you that it didn’t have to be like that?”
“How? I don’t understand.”
“Just touch your head to mine for a moment and it will all become clear.”
It was the strangest request, but when I looked around at all the spectators, who were calling me all kinds of names and urging Turk to destroy me, I figured I had little choice.
I leaned down and brought my face close to his, thinking for a moment that he was going to kiss me. Now wouldn’t that score me a few points in this schoolyard!
Fortunately, he did not try to kiss me, but instead, he touched his forehead to mine. When he did so, I felt a surge of energy explode through my body, like I was struck by lightning. Those stars were back in my vision, and I longed to be out there among them, away from mindless brutes like Turk.
Hey Phil, came a voice in my head. It sounded like Eric, but I was staring right at him and his mouth hadn’t moved at all. What the hell?
Phil, we don’t have much time, came the voice again.
Eric? I thought.
Yeah, Phil, it’s me.
But how is this possible? How hard had Turk hit me in the head? This is a sign of a serious concussion … or worse.
We don’t have time to discuss the mechanics of cranial transmission, came the reply. You just need to trust me. Let me take over your body and I can help you defeat Turk.
I then remembered that Eric had been a black belt in kung fu before the accident. He had even won tournaments around the country. This could work out very well for me, as Twilight Zone as this moment was.
Okay, I thought. How do I do that?
Just relax all of your muscles, as if you were lying down at the beach on a hot day. In this way, you will detach from your body and transfer control to me.
So, I imagined I was in Hawaii, on the white sands with a gentle surf coming in, and the air was warm. It was not easy, since there were at least twenty screaming teenagers sharing the beach and ruining my moment, but somehow, I managed to disconnect from my muscles.
And when I let go, my body sprung into action. It spun on a dime and walked towards Turk with total confidence, relaxed and poised for action. I had tried time and time again to do this, emulating actors I had scene in action movies, but I was terrible at it. But now, I was witnessing it, in my very own body … so strange, but cool.
Turk smiled, looking every part the giant, the warrior, and my executioner. I wanted to run right then and there, but I had no control over my body anymore.
“Look, the little turd is not as chicken as I thought. Too bad I am still going to break all of your bones.” He began walking towards me like a slow avalanche.
I said nothing, which was rare for me. Instead, I felt my body settle into a fighting stance, my feet shoulder width apart, my knees bent, and my hands brought up before my chest.
Turk threw another big punch to the right side of my head, but instead of seeing stars yet again, I ducked under the punch and delivered a vicious uppercut, right to Turk’s chin.
His head snapped back and you could hear his teeth click together over the stunned silence of the spectators. Turk’s eyes were wide in disbelief.
My body did not allow Turk to recover fully. Instead, it delivered a right kick to the kidney, then a left kick to the groin, and when Turk was bent over, groaning, it finished with an elbow to the base of the neck. Turk collapsed to the ground like a big slab of beef and he never moved. The fight was over.
My body walked slowly back to the wheelchair, and the kids nearby moved out of my way. I was getting big time respect, something I had never witnessed before.
That was awesome, I thought.
No worries, the voice responded in my head. It was nice to back in an able body again, even if it is untrained and out of shape.
I have so many questions.
And apparently, a more than casual interest in Lucy. Does she know you are attracted to her?
I could feel my face turning red. She has no idea at all. Please don’t tell her. She is so far out of my league and she would simply laugh at me if I talked to her.
Well, Eric replied in my head, things might be different after today. But I will keep your secret, as long as you do me a favour as well.
What’s that?
You have to promise not to tell anyone about my special ability. I cannot afford this to get around. I am enough of a freak already in these kids’ minds.
It seemed only fair. You got yourself a deal.
When we reached the wheelchair, my forehead was brought down to Eric’s again and I felt the same surge of energy and bolt of electricity. Eric then looked at me and smiled.
“Thanks so much, Eric. You really saved me.”
“My pleasure,” he said, turning the chair and wheeling himself away from the crowd until he was out of sight.
Kids were pounding me on the back and trying to get my attention, but all I wanted to do was get out of there as well. So, I started to walk, and I noticed to my astonished delight that it was the same pantherlike grace that Eric had produced in me earlier.
I smiled. Things were never going to be the same again.