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Coven - Dark Side
By Anon Allsop
Pandemonium ran rampant, the State title for football was
finally theirs! The boisterous fans were there cheering for
the team, they had finally defeated the Lincolnview,
Dragons for the first time in four tries with a very
convincing 34 to 3 pasting. This was a very exciting
accomplishment for the school as everyone played a crucial
part in supporting the team.
As it is for any game, not everyone went home happy. The
Dragons were favored, they were the bigger school, they had
all the athletes, better coaches, more money, better
facilities, bla... bla... bla.
The one thing they didn't have over the Saint John's, Red
Raiders, was heart. Anyone can list a litany of items why
one team should win over another, but the game is always
played on the field... not on paper. The Dragons wanted to
see their names in all of the papers, they wanted to be
interviewed, they wanted the scouts to ooh and ahh over
their exploits, but the fact of the matter that was played
out this night... the Red Raiders just wanted to win. Plain
and simple.
Among the jovial throng was one very sullen starting Left
Tackle of the Varsity Team. He glared toward the sideline
as the happy Cheerleaders hugged and congratulated each
team member for the big win. He was approached by two of
them who tried to show their appreciation and he just
pushed them aside. He despised the Cheerleaders with a
passion mixed with loathe and hate.
His bitterness didn't just happen overnight, it was many
months in the making. Derrick Baylor watched as the more
success his team enjoyed, the more the spotlight was shone
on the Cheerleaders. He couldn't stand it, the very thought
was eating him alive.
He couldn't understand that those girls poured out their
very soles for the entire season, trying to root them on in
some of the most god awful whether. The blazing heat of the
August games, to the two games they played in driving rain.
To the game last week where the temperature dipped below
freezing and it had begun to snow. He couldn't stand them,
it was as if they were tapping into the "glory" of the
teams success... his "glory"! Jealous... maybe.
The small town newspaper reporter that had been following
the team through the Sectionals, Regional, Semi-State and
now State was actively taking roll after roll of film as
the crowd celebrated. This was big news for their area.
Finally corralling the Coaches, he begged for a photo of
the team.
As the Coaches tried to line up the team for the photo
behind the huge trophy, the fans slowly spread apart to
give him a perfect shot of the players. The head Coach
picked up a microphone and began to thank his players for
setting a goal and sticking to it throughout the whole
season. He thanked the fans for being there to purchase
tickets and setting tight during the first two losses that
they had, before finally turning their season around. He
thanked the Seniors for sticking it out for four years and
for the underclassmen for stepping up their game. He
thanked the band for providing the half-time entertainment
during the course of the year.
Finally he looked toward the Cheerleaders, "You have been
there for us every game we have played, you have supported
us with words of encouragement, praise and cheer. For what
it's worth, this trophy is as much yours as it is ours,
even though you sometimes can be a distraction." He smiled
and pointed toward one player who had his arms around one
of the Cheerleaders, "Isn't that right Jake?" There was a
smattering of laughs. "You Cheerleaders lifted our hearts
when we needed it most and cheered us on when we deserved a
butt kicking. Come on in here and be a part of this photo
with us!"
The crowd and players all began applauding, all but one.
Derrick hung his head and clenched his square jaw. His
anger continued to seep and boil until he was nearing the
breaking point. In fairness to him, he walked away from the
photo opportunity and started toward the locker room. A
couple of players tried to hold him up but he wouldn't have
any of it. He wanted to sulk in his anger.
Roughly pushing those innocents that got in his way aside,
Derrick sullenly stomped his way from the gleeful scene. He
was met by Tara, Kathy, Shawna and Jen, four charter
members of the Coven. They each looked at Derrick with
disgust.
Derrick paused and shoved Tara aside, "What the hell you
looking at?"
Tara caught herself with the help of Jen and grabbed the
sleeve of the big Tackle, spinning him around with a
strength that belayed her small size. She was suddenly face
to face with a young man that wanted nothing to do with her
or her friends.
"Leave me the hell alone!" He spat out.
"I can't do that." Tara said as the others gathered around
the two.
Derrick looked at the four facing him and frowned, "Okay...
what do you want?"
Tara stepped closer and tapped his chest with her well
manicured finger, "You are an embarrassment to your team."
She waited to see if he would respond, evidently he already
knew that because he just stood there. "Sure you're an all
State Tackle, probably one of the greatest players to come
out of our high school, but you could care less. Instead,
you focus all of your anger on a bunch of girls who are
only there to support you and your team members."
He shrugged his shoulders, "So!"
"So?" interjected, Jen. "What the heck is that supposed to
mean?"
"Look, I really don't care what you and your little group
of lesbo weirdo's think of me. Those damn Cheerleaders
weren't out there busting their asses during the 97 degree
heat while we ran our summer drills! They weren't going
home with bruises the size of baseballs, or limping with
muscle pulls that would cripple anyone else. I didn't see
them running the track to get ready for the 4th quarter, or
feeling your lungs burn for water and air. Where the hell
were they when I was going through all of that!" He shouted
pointing toward the field.
Kathy, shaking her finger at him in a motherly fashion
scolded him, "You should be ashamed of yourself! Where were
you when they were coming in at 6:00 in the morning to
practice to beat the heat... I'll bet you were still
grooming your morning wood, you big asshole!"
Tara scowled at her young friend and continued, "What
Kathy's trying to say is, where were you when they had to
travel all the way to Andersonville to go to a week long
summer camp. Where were you when Tiffany fell and cracked
three ribs while practicing their routine... all without
your pads!" She gave his shoulder pads a tug.
"Look, just leave me alone." He said turning.
"It's too bad that you can't let anyone other than yourself
enjoy the moment, you want to bottle it all up for only you
and not share 'YOUR' glory." Tara called out after him.
He spun and stormed back toward her with his grip
tightening on his facemask. "Look Bitch, I just can't stand
them horning in on all of our accomplishments, they weren't
out there on the field busting their tails and getting
bashed by other teams week after week! Why can't they just
stay on the sides like freaking good little girls and leave
the playing to us... I hate them for that!" He was so full
of venom that little flecks of spittle were flinging away
from his mouth as he spoke.
"Somebody should teach you a lesson someday. You're just an
overgrown baby!" Shawna growled out.
"Well it ain't going to be you!" Derrick yelled.
"Don't push us, Jerk... you don't know how 'Bitchy' we can
truly be." Shawna whispered.
Derrick seethed in his anger, "Go back to your Cheerleader
buddies and enjoy the celebration that you didn't earn. You
friggen Lesbo, just leave me alone."
Tara and the others turned and began to walk away as Tara
wondered aloud, "I wonder what it feels like to be the only
loser on a winning team?" Saying it loud enough for Derrick
to hear.
That spun Derrick around and with all of his force he threw
his helmet towards the ground. In his shock it bounded up
and struck Jen right in the small of her back causing her
to fall to the ground in pain.
Tara spun facing Derrick and waited, giving him time to
apologize. Derrick thought about helping her up, after
seeing that there wasn't any real harm done, just stood
looking with a blank expression on his face. Tara felt her
magic pulsing against her fingertips as she waited, her
anger growing.
Derrick watched as the others helped Jen to her feet,
suddenly he was again facing an angry foursome. Seeing that
there wasn't really any harm done to her, picked up his
helmet and started walking away.
"Shawna's right!" Tara called out to Derrick's back, "You
do need to be taught a lesson!"
Derrick rolled his eyes and over his shoulder shouted, "It
won't be by you... you friggin bitch!"
The four girls almost in unison closed their eyes as a
white hot brilliance engulfed Derrick throwing him to his
knees. He caught himself with one hand as the searing light
washed over him causing him to blink from its brightness.
The only thing before him that he could actually see were
great white spots dancing before his eyes.
"Just one more, in case someone blinked!" A man called out.
Derrick threw out his hand in an effort to brace himself
from falling on his face. As his hand came down, he felt
something that closely resembled sticking your hand in a
box of shredded paper. Slowly his vision began to clear, he
looked down at a red and white pompon contrasted with the
green of the field.
His knees felt the soft grass under them as he stared down
at the little skirt exposing a vast amount of leg. He fell
back against his calves and placed his trembling hands on
his thighs. He looked with shock at the tiny white shoes
that graced his diminutive feet and the little socks with
the red ball on the back.
His eyes went wide with fear and shock as they slowly began
their long trek up from his silky smooth legs, onto the
flat stomach and finally toward the pert swelling breasts
pushing out the red and white top with his team's logo
centered between his bountiful breasts.
His eyes wide with fear and shock as they slowly began
their long trek up from the silky smooth legs to his
deliciously flat stomach. Finally coming to rest on the
pert swelling breasts gently pushing out his red and white
top with the team's logo centered between those two
bountiful globes.
Feeling others around him thrusting forward he looked up as
everyone held out their index fingers symbolizing that they
were number one. He pushed back a sob as he realized that
he was now one of those that he was criticizing earlier...
those girls had made him one with their sisterhood. As the
photographer finished, all of them began to stand up, he
just hung his head and cried.
Feeling someone tugging at his elbow, he looked up. There
smiling at him was his best friend in the whole world Jake
Martin, the Quarter Back. "Come on Christine, let's go
celebrate with the team." He pulled the girl to her feet.
Noticing her tears he misinterpreted them as release from
the stress of the game. He pulled her close, "Hey don't cry
babe... we won!" She smiled weakly at the big QB. "Come on
now... let's enjoy this win!"
Placing his huge arm around her tiny waist, they began to
follow the others toward the busses. Jake smiling
exuberantly to anyone that moved near him. His excitement
was an open door to his sole. Christine was slowly moving
her head as if he were in a trance, eyes fixed and welling
with tears. Her mind was in turmoil. She was walking next
to her best friend, her curly blonde ponytail bouncing with
each step. Hers wasn't a walk of celebration... it was as
if she were walking toward the gallows. She began to search
for the girls, only to be herded into the bus by Jake's
hand against her bottom. As she went up the steps she could
see the girls sitting high in the stands, turning she tried
to go back out of the bus. Jake was right behind, the hand
that had been guiding her by gently pressing on her bottom
suddenly was placed on her smooth front. This accidental
contact made Christine jump, causing Jake to blush and
quickly pull his hand away.
Her way was blocked, Jake smiled at the small Cheerleader
with his patented sideways grin, all the girls loved. Jake
gave her a surprise kiss which make all those that saw it
start whooping it up, then gently guided her into a seat on
the bus. Jake smiled at the girl, and giving her beautiful
thigh a gentle squeeze, winked and began to talk to another
player. A frightened Christine was trapped next to the
window with tears in her eyes, she began looking for the
girls again.
***
The small group of girls watched the player and Cheerleader
retreat across the field as they sat in the empty stands,
"I feel better." grinned Tara.
"I don't." smiled Jen as she rubbed the welt on her back
from the helmet.
"Do you think he'll ever learn his lesson?" asked Shawna.
"I think he already has." Karen laughed.
"You mean SHE" corrected Jen.
"Only time will tell." Tara replied thoughtfully, "Derrick
had a dark side that if left unchecked, could have hurt
many around him. If we wouldn't have intervened, he could
have ruined his life forever. This way, we just pushed him
onto a different course of travel." She stood up and began
the decent to the bottom of the stadium. "We bent reality
just a bit so he isn't totally on his own, at least
everyone around him will be comfortable with Christine...
even if he isn't!"
"What about the void left by Derrick?" questioned Jen.
"Derrick? Derrick who?" they smiled as their decent
continued. Each one caught their leaders comment. "Derrick
had played his hand and lost. His dark side was to blame."
They paused for a moment as Christine stared very glassy
eyed out of the bus window as Jake placed his arm around
her. Her eyes glanced down at his huge hand on her shoulder
then back out to the girls waiting by the curb. Her
pleading eyes filled with tears as she mouthed the words
"I'm sorry" to the girls as the bus began to pull away.
End
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