Dugenheim Part 2: Diabeticus

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
Dugenheim discovers his potential, and begins to settle into his new home. The treacherous training reveals to Dugenheim the work that it takes to be a wizard. Will he achieve his goals? Some intensity is added to the story in this one, and it is all leading up to some epic action and suspense.

Submitted: September 27, 2012

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Submitted: September 27, 2012

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Chapter 2: Diabeticus

“Wha…Who-” Dugenheim began. “Quiet yourself”, said Diabeticus, putting a pair of fat, greasy, fingers to Dugenheim’s dry lips. Diabeticus got up, his knees ready to buckle. It was a surprise that this man’s legs could hold his corpulent body up. His belly was threatening to pop out of his tight-fitting shirt, sending buttons flying off into the air. He walked with a dizzy swagger toward the row of book shelves behind him. Dugenheim lay there in agony watching the bear-like figure struggle to walk. Diabeticus, upon reaching the shelves, raised his arms and gesticulated oddly. Suddenly, books flopped off the shelves, spilling out on the floor like molasses. Behind the books, there was a staff. Dugenheim watched with curiosity. Retrieving the staff, Diabeticus said, “Get up.” Dugenheim tried to lift his stiff arms, but they just pathetically fell to the floor.  His body was inert. Diabeticus lifted the staff. It was a bamboo stick with a pearly orb perched on the tip. It started to get a sort of heat wave around it. The air around the orb was now contorted and flowing like a wave.

Dugenheim suddenly felt a tingle through his spine, followed by a total relief of pain, and then something completely magical happened. He was sinking through the floor, his legs were flopping down and his arms dangled. The ceiling was getting closer now, he wasn’t sinking. He was hovering! “Wow! This is so, I mean, oh my god!” Diabeticus let out a jolly, strong, manly chuckle. His brown, messy beard was flowing and his belly rocking in and out. “Move your legs boy!” he cried out. Dugenheim kicked out in a bicycle motion as his body went vertical and he slowly hovered forward. “I’m going! I’m going!” he screamed with glee. Diabeticus lowered the staff, sending Dugenheim down to the floor. He landed on both feet, using a flailing set of arms to balance himself. “More! More!” he yelled. He then realized how childish he looked, and he settled down. Diabeticus had a face like a tomato. “See, I’m not bad. Not like your friends would suggest.” Dugenheim, unlike every one he knew, never honestly thought Diabeticus was bad. He actually thought very fondly of him, he saw him as a role model, maybe even a father figure. It was a strange connection, considering this was the first time they had officially met, but something told Dugenheim that Diabeticus thought of him as a son. Weird, it was. “I wish I could do that.” Dugenheim said. “Well, why do you think you’re here stupid boy?” replied Diabeticus. “Look around you. Did anyone else you know get in here? No. What makes you so special? You have that special shine in your eyes. I’ve always noticed it, and now that this catastrophe has struck your village, I say we put it into action.” Dugenheim looked around. Nobody else was there. “Does that mea-“.  “yes,” Diabeticus interrupted, “All of them are dead. Too bad. So sad. Cry me a river, build me a bridge and get over it. What a pity. Are you done? Okay, now we can get back to business, you are going to learn magic. Better yet, you’ll use it to kill. You know, you can make people die, just like your entire family… too soon?” Dugenheim shrugged. “Okay, let’s do this, no use arguing with you, I guess.” Diabeticus grabbed his fore arm with an iron grip and put his face close to his. They almost touched noses. He said, “Great, now when I tell you, reach over your head.” Suddenly, he was off the ground, whizzing down a stone hallway towards a square of light. “Reach!” said the fat man. Dugenheim closed his eyes and flung up his arms. As soon as he felt something hit his hands he gripped on as tight as he could. There was silence, then a bird chirping. He opened his eyes and saw grey. He put one hand against the grey and realized it was enormous rock he was touching. There was a pole sticking out of it, and that’s what he was holding. He looked down and dropped four feet, landing on both feet again. He turned around and was immediately surprised by Diabeticus, who clearly had no understanding of personal space. His face was directly in his again. His breath had a strong smell of cheese in it that could put down the mightiest of enemies. Dugenheim recoiled, and the obese wizard presented a staff to him. It was almost identical to Diabeticus’ staff. “I made this out of your pitchfork. Take it please.” Dugenheim gladly, snatched it out of his hands and perused it with an overzealous, yellow smile. With a strap given to him by Diabeticus, Dugenheim fastened it to his body.

Later, Dugenheim was ready for whatever Diabeticus could toss his way. His training had started; He was shirtless; his scars light red, tender, and lined with scabby strips. He assumed a ready position and stared at an obstacle course set out for him by his new wizard mentor. He wore cut off brown pants, and a raccoon cap. His purple eyes scanned the landscape under wavy black hair. “Balance.”, said Diabeticus. Dugenheim nodded, and turned back to his challenge. With the signal from Diabeticus, he was off sprinting. He ran toward the hill ahead, eyes focused on it. Suddenly, a wooden plank sprang up, and he plowed straight threw it with his body. He was ready for the next one that came up high. As it swung out, he slid on his knees under it. Leaping back to his feet at a sprint, he approached the hill. A stone wall shot up out of the ground, and he jumped at it, shoving his fingers and toes into any nook or cranny he could find. He was already breathing heavily. He climbed his way to the top and looked ahead. A patch of dirt rose from the ground and he flew at it. He landed on his knees, and stood up. The dirt patch moved under him and he squatted down and grabbed the nose of it. Air whizzed past his ears and took his raccoon cap off as the patch rose like an elevator. He fought the urge to look back at it falling, as he passed by the window where Diabeticus stood. He just noticed he’d been flying next to the tower, over the charred ruins of his old town. He ignored his memories and emotions, and forgot not to ignore his exhausted state. He jumped!

He looked down at a long, long, long fall below him. He saw his sweat dripping down and he noticed he had been caught by Diabeticus. He rotated up to face the wizard. “We’ll try again later.” said Diabeticus, lifting him inside the tower. After he had rested a little, he went to the next test. A long table was sprawled out and covered in mouse traps. Dugenheim was told to set off each one without hurting a finger and he had to use his hands to set them off. First mouse trap, he caught his finger in it. He gritted his teeth. It hurt bad, but not that bad. Second one, he caught it again. It hurt much worse second time around, because it managed to rip at his skin. Around the eighth time, he managed to get his hand away barely. He was using his left hand now, because his right hand was bloody and purple from failed attempts. He succeeded with his left hand three times before, Diabeticus made him switch again. He readied his trembling, grotesque hand for its punishment. “Don’t think,” said Diabeticus. “Just go!” Dugenheim yelled and swiped his hand on it. No pain and no regrets. He’d done it! The rest came naturally. He set off the rest of them with no trouble at all as Diabeticus nodded with satisfaction. “You may be ready for phase two tomorrow.” he said. Dugenheim had no idea what phase two was, but it sounded like he was making improvement. The trainer and trainee walked into the tower’s basement. There was a circle painted on the floor and Dugenheim had been told to take out his staff. He put it in front of his face. “Had any dreams lately?” said Diabeticus. “Yes,” said Dugenheim. “I had one recently with fire, and a statue, and some screaming thing.”

“Yes. What did it scream?”

“Shmur.”

“Did that cause the fire?”

“I don’t know.”

“Try it. Think about fire and just yell it out. Empty your lungs, taste the fire, the smoke.”

“Shmur.”

“Louder!”

“Shmur!”

“Louder! Don’t look at me you stupid anus! Look at the staff!”

“Shmuuuuuuuur!”

A fiery blast shout out of Dugenheim’s mouth and was absorbed by the orb. “Now point your staff and think ‘shmur’.” He did exactly that, and again a fiery blast shot out, this time from the orb. It hit the wall and exploded into a smoky mass of flames and flares. Dugenheim felt powerful, and he wanted to learn more.

The next day, he woke up sore in a comfortable bed in the basement that Diabeticus had arranged for him. He stretched a little, thinking about his family, and his village, and the fact that he was healed completely by this strange mentor of his. He decided that Diabeticus would be a new dad to him. He would honor him, respect him, and do as he said from now on.

He walked up a set of cold, cobblestone stairs, and emerged scratching his bare chest. He was hungry, and from the sounds his stomach was making, it agreed. He glanced upward squinting. The spiral staircase that twisted up the whole tower seemed to never end. He looked back down to see the face of Diabeticus parallel to his, staring eye to eye with it. Dugenheim recoiled and nearly lost his balance. He took a deep breath, indicating that he had startled him. “Sorry I scared you boy. Get a shirt on, this isn’t a nudist colony.” said the wide awake Diabeticus. Dugenheim looked around for his shirt, but Diabeticus had it already bundled up in his stubby sausage fingers. He reached out and Dugenheim took it from his grasp, and slung it over his head, down his shoulders, and over his body. “Breakfast is upstairs. You can start your training early by getting to it. Dugenheim slowly started his way up the stairs. “It’ll get cold if you go that slow.” mentioned Diabeticus, giving Dugenheim a cheeky, little grin that showed off a mouth-full of yellowish brown, crooked nubs that were his teeth. So he jogged the rest of the way. He passed through the alchemy room, which was full of bubbling, multicolored liquids and twisty tubes. Then, he passed through the kitchen, and then the storage room. After that, there was the study room, which was a maze of bookshelves and papers. Finally, he reached the observatory. It overlooked everything. The mountain range, the plains that surrounded the black canvas that used to be his village, and even the village that peeked out from behind the mountains. What was it called? Kajamee, that’s it. On the floor there was a small plate with a note on it. He took up the note in his hand.

Dive out the window.

It is safe, if you land in the pond. No pressure, and if you aren’t down there in ten minutes I’ll push you in.

He tucked the note into his pocket, and turned to his breakfast. It was a small plate with steamy, pink ham, and eggs. He had to hand it to his fat new dad. The guy had great taste. Dugenheim, finished his plate and licked it clean, then turned his attention to the window. He figured that if he jumped and missed the pond, he’d just get caught by Diabeticus anyway, so he ran and dove. It was a majestic motion and the birds seemed to enjoy watching him plummet like a rock, because even they stopped to watch. Although the fall was only about five or six seconds it felt like a minute. He was suspended like a ragdoll above a tiny pond. He opened his eyes and looked around. All he saw was his own feet pointing to the sky, and then. Splash! He was in the pond. Just as soon as he got in, he felt himself being hauled out by the magic of Diabeticus’ staff. “Get up, it’s time to train.” he shouted.


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