Sunday, 13 May 2018
Jordan's Big Mistake
Jordan's Big Mistake
It was a beautiful late July morning, although bright and sunny, it cooler than it had been for most of the month, and had lost the oppressive humidity which could make summer in the southern states uncomfortable at that time of year. Having been raised in cooler temperatures of the Carpathian mountains, Goran had never become fully accustomed to the high summer temperatures of his adopted homeland, so he welcomed this respite, even though it was likely to be short lived.
As such, the old man was in an unaccustomed good mood as he made his way down the street, heading towards the nearby park, where he planned to sit in the now more bearable sunshine and enjoy the day. His good mood was further improved by a few undisturbed night's sleep, as, since the incident with the hornets, his, now much subdued downstairs neighbour Chase Colby, had ceased playing loud music into the early hours, for which Goran was very grateful and he resolved to forgive the lad for his previous lack of consideration.
Chase, of course, was not the only local youth who had recently angered Goran. Young Jordan Draper had done far worse that Chase Colby, not only had he assaulted Goran, but he had deeply offended the old man, to the point where the aged shaman had summoned up slumbering and long forgotten forces from deep within the Earth dark heart to enact revenge.
For a while, in the red mist of his fury, Goran had been blind to compassion, and as such Jordan, and in particular, Jordan's cute, 18 year old, bottom had paid dearly for his crimes. However, today, for the first time in a long while, Goran felt calmer and happier, he was finally in a mood to forgive, maybe even to forgive Jordan Draper.
It was then that a faint “meowing” sound attracted his attention to a small ginger ball of fur on the side of the path, a tiny kitten, maybe only a few month's old, and perhaps having ventured away from its mother for the first time.
Goran was an animal lover, with a particular affinity for cats, a creature been the familiar of Goran's type. He bent over and petted the tiny feline, which rubbed it's head against his calloused old hand in a friendly manner. The little animal's display of innocent affection warmed the old shaman's heart, and quelled and remaining desire for vengeance. Perhaps it was time to call back the forces he has unleashed, and to cease punishing Jordan.
As he hobbled on, Goran was thinking about Jordan Draper, and whether the recent experiences might have improved his character, when, by an unexpected coincidence, Jordan himself appeared, walking down the pavement towards Goran.
Jordan did not recognise Goran, he had quite forgotten the incident the previous week, when he had knocked the old man over, then kicked and insulted him. In fact he hardly noticed Goran as he walked past forcing the older man to step off the path as he did so. He had more important things on his mind than some irrelevant old fossil.
Jordan was both angry and nervous, today was the day he was supposed to return to the doctor for his booster injections, and he needed to fathom a way of avoiding that, especially as the Doc insisted on jabbing those huge needles into his ass.
As Jordan continued down the path, the kitten, which had only ever known kindness in it's short life, trotted forward, meowing prettily, in the expectation of being petted and perhaps even given food.
Jordan was not by nature cruel to animals, and was, if anything, usually indifferent to them, preferring to bully weaker humans. But now he was angry, frustrated and in and an altogether very bad mood. Sill in discomfort and with the memory of his recent humiliations still fresh in his mind he felt the need to lash out at something, and the kitten offered a suitable target. So it was that Jordan committed and act of brutality which would have consequences which he could not imagine.
“Fuck off rat!” snarled Jordan, aiming a kick at the diminutive creature, hitting it in the rump and sending it flying through the air with a high pitched and plaintive cry of pain to land heavily, for a kitten, on the grass at the side of the path.
Jordan walked on without looking back, or caring what had become of the baby cat.
Goran watched in horror, at first unable to believe what he had just seen, or comprehend how anyone could be so cruel to such a fragile and innocent creature.
As fast as his old legs could carry him he hobbled back to where the kitten had been, anxious to check that it was alive and unhurt. However, having lost forever it's innocent trust in humans, the little animal now hissed at him and ran away to hide in a nearby bush .
Goran turned to watch Jordan heading down the road and felt the rage which had all but abated rise again within him. As his tiny but piercing eyes focused on Jordan's jeans clad behind any remaining vestige of compassion and forgiveness evaporated to be replaced by pure white hot fury.
He could pardon what had been done to him, but such an act of cruelty against a helpless animal was unforgivable. As he stood there, his ancient claw like hands gripped into tight fists and his habitually bent back now ramrod straight, his lips began to move as he began to chant incantations in an archaic and long dead dialect understood only by forces now stirring again in the deep and airless caverns far below his feet.
“The Shaman's Revenge Part 6” will be posted shortly