We Was Wizards - Chapter 7
We Was Wizards is a comedic fantasy set in a universe where roughly 80% of the population can use magic, and the other 20% cannot. To catch up on the story so far, see the previous chapters below:
https://steemit.com/fiction/@stormthegates/we-was-wizards-chapter-1-novella
https://steemit.com/writing/@stormthegates/we-was-wizards-chapter-2
https://steemit.com/writing/@stormthegates/we-was-wizards-chapter-3
https://steemit.com/writing/@stormthegates/we-was-wizards-chapter-4
https://steemit.com/writing/@stormthegates/we-was-wizards-chapter-5
https://steemit.com/writing/@stormthegates/we-was-wizards-chapter-6
I sighed heavily as I made my way to the front door. After I got home from Rufus's I gave Ty a call. Told him I was comin' over to chill. It was late, but both of our moms were at work.
As I passed the mirror in the hall, I made the mistake of lookin' at myself and I grimaced. I looked retarded. But, I had to wear the robe because I knew that nigga Rufus was watchin' and I didn't want to have to do this shit again.
The lengths a mufucka will go to...
Anyway, I got out the door and turned to lock it real quick, then started shufflin' down the street as fast as I could with the robe draggin' on the sidewalk. Tyrese only lived a few blocks away. I figured I could probably make it without bein' seen if I hurried.
The loud crack of a gunshot told me I was wrong.
Across the street, two kids—probably middle school age at the oldest—were standin' in the front yard, shootin' at each other with handguns. They weren't even botherin' with cover. The older lookin' one—a skinny white kid with curly hair—missed a couple of times before he nailed the younger one right in the forehead. The shot ricocheted off at an angle and completely destroyed a clay flower pot sittin' on the stairs next to him.
"Shit dude! My mom's gonna be pissed!" Whined the younger kid, before they both ran off to hide the evidence.
Shit like that happened pretty often in my neighborhood.
You see, the mages weren't about to let some niggas fuck up they spot using technology instead of magic. In the 1800s, the smartest ones got together and cast a bunch of spells over the whole planet. Protection from Projectiles, Protection from Slashin' and Piercin' and Fallin', Protection from Goin' Deaf. Then they used some ritual to make them last a hundred thousand years.
As you might expect, the only ones they didn't cast were Protection from Elements or anythin' that would stop a mage.
I was lucky that those kids didn't notice me. I kicked my ass into gear and scooted the rest of the way to Ty's place, then slipped through the door and buzzed his apartment. Within a few seconds, I got a buzz back and the interior door unlocked. When I got to his door I braced myself before knockin', because I knew what was comin' next.
The door opened and Tyrese said "Sup?", lookin' down at his phone and not really payin' attention. Until, out of the corner of his eye, he must have noticed the hem of the robe or the pointy shoes. He looked up, a stupid grin on his face, and then he burst out laughin'. Not in an exaggerated way, either. Like a true, from the gut kind of laugh.
"Nigga, why is you wearin' a dress?" He hollered, still chucklin'.
"It's a robe. Can I come inside?"
"It's a robe, he says!" Tyrese was back to a full-on laugh, tears formin' in the corners of his eyes. "Nigga, why you wearin' a robe then? You lose a bet?"
I sighed. "Somethin' like that. Can I come inside or not?"
He turned and walked inside and I followed, quickly shuttin' the door behind me. Tyrese was clutchin' his chest, still gigglin' but tryin' to get a hold of himself. I grabbed a chair and he sat down on the arm of the Lay-Z-Boy. When he finally regained his composure, he said, "Woo, shit man. I'm sorry, but seriously—why is you dressed like that?"
I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was not goin' to let it go.
"That dumb nigga Rufus has somethin' I want, and he's only goin' to give it to me if I play his stupid game." I explained. Tyrese nodded.
"What does he have that's worth humiliatin' yourself over?" He asked. Before I had a chance to respond, he added "And besides, you always tellin' me about how phony them sage mufuckas is. How you know he's gonna come through on his end?"
I didn't want to lie to my best friend. At the same time, Ty was the kind of nigga you couldn't tell anything to—unless you wanted half the school to know about it the next day.
"He has a box of old clothes... Some of them belonged to my dad. He claims my moms told him to donate them that summer he stayed with us, but he misplaced them until just now." I lied, makin' air quotes durin' the word misplaced. "Plus, he already showed them to me, so I know he's not lyin'."
"That's low, dawg." Tyrese said, hand on his chin, scratchin' a beard that didn't exist. "Maybe we should just jump that mufucka and take what's yours."
"No, man. I hear you, but I'm just gonna play along. That nigga's old, we'd probably kill him. Besides, I think he just lonely." After all the shit I'd told Ty about Rufus over the years, I didn't know if he was goin' to buy it. I'm still not sure if he did or if he just didn't care enough to press me on it.
"Alright, son. So, what you gotta do?"
I explained to Tyrese that I had to do him a favor, and he would get to pick what that favor was. His eyes lit up, and he didn't even have to think about it before he responded.
"You gotta help me get with Sam Holmes."