A Boy and his Genie – Chapter 12

“Then he is foolish,” Jürgen said.

“And yet you’re the ones talking down to the ones who have the power to cause you unspeakable horrors,” Sophie said.

“Sophie dear, you are both far too kind-hearted for that,” Sarah laughed.

“Perhaps we are. But we’re not too kind-hearted to punish you like we punished Alex,” Matt said.

“The two of you dislike how we consider ourselves higher than other humans, and yet you seek to judge us?” Neil said. “We may seek Godhood, but at least we have the courage to admit it.”

“We don’t want Godhood,” Sophie said. “We just want to allow people to live in peace. We use Alexis and Lumiosa’s magic for fun, but no-one gets hurt. Everyone we use our magic on enjoys it. Whereas you lot enslave people and keep them serving you for decades. We give pleasure to our friends. Your only friends are each-other, probably because they’re the only people you can’t enslave.”

“Kraft macht Spaß,” Jürgen said. “Power is fun. You know what else is fun? Dominating other people. Ruling over them. It’s why we want to control the world. To control the universe. We want everyone to do as we command.”

“And you believe that this so-called “maker” would allow that?”

“He’s allowed you two more power, clearly,” Neil said. “Surely giving us the same power would be better? 6 heads are better than 2.”

“You 4 could never work together,” Matt said to them. “You’d all be fighting over power. Sophie and I are in love. We’d work together to rule the world at least.”

“Matt, it’s clear we’re not getting through to these people,” Sophie said. “I think we need to do something about them.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I was thinking we could…”

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Sarah woke up in an uncomfortable bed. She opened her eyes, and realised the ceiling she was looking at was not the ceiling she was used to in her mansion. She sat up, and realised her body was far chubbier than it was, with much smaller boobs. It was the body she’d had in her youth, before becoming a Mistress.

She looked around, and realised that she most definitely was not in her mansion. She was in the bedroom she’d had when she lived with her parents. Her abusive parents. The ones who hated her because her existence meant they couldn’t pamper her older brother as much. The ones whom she’d wished up an eternity of suffering for at the earliest opportunity.

She looked over at the calendar on the wall. Friday the 13th of March, 1959. The day she found Iago’s lamp. It had just been sitting there in a bird’s nest, at the top of a tree. She’d gotten her more-athletic friend, Maggie, to climb up there and get it for her. Funny, if Maggie hadn’t thrown the lamp down to her, it might have been her instead that would have rubbed it, and gained Iago’s power.

Sarah thought about Maggie. She was the only person who was ever really nice to her. After she’d given Hell to her parents and brother, she’d had Iago create a little alternate dimension for Maggie, where she could live out eternity in happiness. Her own personal Heaven. Now that Sarah thought of it, Maggie was probably the only “normal” she’d ever done anything nice for.

“Hey, wake up bitch!” Shouted her brother, Hank, who was knocking on the door. “We’re gonna be late for school, and I ain’t waiting around for your lazy ass! 10 minutes or you’re walking!”

“Oh….alright…” Sarah said in response. This was really weird. Why was she dreaming of her past? Was it a dream? It felt so real. If it was a dream, surely she should be waking up, now that she’s realised it’s a dream? So why wasn’t she?

“Iago!” She shouted. “Are you there? Can you hear me?” No response. Something wasn’t right.

Sarah got dressed, not enjoying the feeling of her overweight teenage body. She headed downstairs quickly, figuring that if she didn’t go now she wouldn’t get any breakfast before she had to leave for school.

“Hank, Sarah, get in here now!” Sarah father shouted. She went into the living room, where she saw her parents sat on the sofa.

“What the fuck do you want?” Hank asked them. “I was busy.” Sarah looked at her parents, and her eyes widened, for she saw that her father was holding what appeared to be Iago’s lamp.

“Kids, your father has something to show you,” said Sarah’s mother. “Something which will change our lives forever.”

Hank then did something which worried Sarah. He rubbed the lamp. Sarah watched as clouds of red smoke poured out, something which she’d seen thousands of times before, only this time, it filled her with worry. She watched as the clouds of smoke formed into the naked genie. Her naked genie. Or was he her father’s?

“Oh my God…” Hank said.

“This is my genie, Iago,” said Sarah’s father. “I found him on the way home from work yesterday. He will grant my every wish.”

“We certainly had fun with him last night, didn’t we honey?” Sarah’s mother giggled. “My pussy’s still tingling.”

“This can’t be happening!” Sarah exclaimed.

“Oh shut up girl!” Her father shouted. “Actually, I’ve just had an idea of how to demonstrate Iago’s power to Hank. Iago, I wish for Sarah to have sex with Hank.”

“Your wish is my command, Master,” Iago obeyed. He snapped his fingers, and Sarah began to feel her body move.

“What’s happening!?” She exclaimed. She walked over to Hank, and gave him a kiss.

“Woah…” Hank said.

“Iago, stop this right now!” Sarah shouted. “That’s an order!”

“Sarah, he won’t obey anyone but me,” her father said. “Have fun. Hank I mean, not you, Sarah.”

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1974. 29-year-old Neil was walking home from work, happy with his life. He’d just told all his co-workers that he and his wife Mary were to be married in the autumn, and they’d all congratulated him. They’d picked out a little house in the countryside where they could move and raise the kids they planned to have. It was all going to be great.

As he walked past an alley, he heard a woman scream. He turned and saw a man with a gun, pointing it at the woman, demanding her handbag.

“Hey, what are you doing!?” Neil shouted. “Get away from her!”

“Oh, and you’re going to stop me?” The robber laughed. Neil ran up to him, and, not really thinking, he punched him, knocking him down onto the floor.

“Get out of here!” Neil shouted at the woman, she nodded, before trying to run off. Before Neil could do anything else, however, he heard several bangs, and felt agony in his legs. The robber had fired all his bullets into Neil’s legs, before running off, grabbing the woman’s handbag as he did. Neil collapsed on the floor, crying out in pain.

“Oh my God!” The woman exclaimed. “Hang on, let me go and get an ambulance!”

The woman ran off as quickly as she could, leaving Neil laid there, slowly bleeding to death. He looked over at a rubbish bin, and remembered something. This had happened to him before. This wasn’t 1974, it was 2015. Was this a dream? But it felt so real…He remembered how, the first time this had happened, he’d knocked over that bin, and in amongst the rubbish was a golden lamp, which, inside, had contained Ophelia.

In desperation, Neil knocked over the bin, and rummaged through its contents, desperately trying to find the lamp. There was no lamp. How? It was there last time, so why not now? He needed Ophelia. Last time, she’d fixed his legs, and told him that, without her, the doctors would have had to amputate his legs. But he couldn’t have them amputated. How could he and his wife cope?

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In 1949, in the town of Darmstadt, 12-year-old Jürgen had gotten up for school, and walked downstairs, where he’d found his mother buttering some toast for him.

“Nein Mutti, ich habe kein Hunger! (No mum, I’m not hungry!)” he protested.

“Ohne zu frühstücken hat man keine Stärke für den Tag, (Without breakfast you won’t have enough strength for the day,)” she replied, forcing the plate into his hand. Jürgen’s father had been killed 9 years prior in the war, and his mother had struggled to cope without him. She was pretty protective of him, even more so than she would naturally be.

Jürgen reluctantly ate the toast, and even more reluctantly accepted a goodbye kiss on the cheek from his mother, before he took his bag, and left for school. He went next door, to knock on his friend Lars’ front door.

“Oh, Jürgen,” said Lars’ mother as she opened the door.

“Guten Morgen, Frau Schneider, (Good morning, Mrs Schneider,)” Jürgen said. “Ist der Lars bereit für die Schule? (Is Lars ready for school?)”

“Ich komme jetzt! (I’m coming now!)” Lars shouted as he ran down the stairs. “Komm, wir gehen. (Come on, let’s go.)”

The two boys walked to school, discussing the sorts of things young boys do.

“Hast du die Hausaufgaben gemacht? (Have you done the homework?)” Lars asked his friend.

“Ja natürlich, Dummkopf, (Of course I have, you moron),” Jürgen replied. “Meine Mutter würde nichts Anderes erlauben. (My mother wouldn’t allow me not to.)”

“Darf ich-(Can I-)”

“Ja. Aber nach der Schule kaufst du mir etwas Süßes. (Yes. But after school you’re buying me something sweet.)”

The boys’ school day went as normal, and they walked back home together, Lars buying Jürgen a little bit of chocolate on the way home. They didn’t even take notice of the fire engine that sped by as they walked through the town. They didn’t take any notice until they got to their street, and saw that both of their houses, as well as several of the others around them, had been burned to the ground. Jürgen looked around, and he saw no trace of his mother.

“Mutti…Mutti!? (Mum…Mum!?)” he shouted. No response. “Mutti!?” He ran towards the rubble of his house, desperate to find his mother.

“Jung, warte! (Kid, wait!)” Someone shouted. “Ist da noch zu heiß! (It’s still too hot over there!)”

Jürgen didn’t care. He ran onto the rubble, which felt warm, but not unbearably so. He started looking around for any trace of his mother.

“Mutti! Mutti! Ich bin’s! (Mum! Mum! It’s me!)” He moved things around as best he could, desperate to find some sign that his mother was alive. He didn’t like what he found. Moving one piece of rubble, he found, sticking out from under something else, an arm and a hand, both badly singed.