Bound: the Gift of Desire

Chapter 12 - Freedom

Taking Genie's previous suggestion, George asked to be turned into a housefly, the strangest feeling transformation yet, and zipped undetected through the halls toward the dragon who'd taken Piper's tablet. The building was on high alert, and every available body was scrambling to find them. Meanwhile, the five that were trapped in the cell were still there. George hoped there wasn't a spare key within easy reach. But Charlie still had his radio, and George could hear him barking orders when he flew by. Piper had found a hiding spot under the stage in the court and seemed secure enough for the moment, which left George and the genie time to complete their part of the quest.

And all the while, he couldn't get over how much she looked like the Genie. Or, more accurately, how much the Genie resembled a porned-up version of Piper. The most significant difference was in their body proportions, which his companion pushed to the limit. And then there was their hair. Where Piper's was a deep velvety red with shocks of gold streaming through it, the Genie had light brown hair, like shiny polished bronze.

"Genie, she looks just like you," he remarked.

"I noticed. It's probably not a coincidence."

He zoomed over the heads of a confused goon who looked like he might be buzzed or high. "But she didn't look like that before."

"And yesterday, you thought bread tasted like dirt. Remember, the curse altered your perception. Good things were bad, and bad things were worse. As to why I look like her, I'm essentially an amalgamation of all the best qualities you admire in others. From my body down to my soul, whatever is most pleasing, harmonious, or beneficial to you."

"So you're saying you look like her because it's what I like?"

"Exactly. And might I say, you have excellent taste."

"You would say that," he joked.

George finally arrived at the infirmary and squeezed through the space under the door. The lights were off, but even though the sun was low, there was still enough natural light to see. The air was thick with heavy clouds of something laced with THC. Two men were lying on examination tables. One was passed out, snoring loudly with a pile of empty beer cans and a bottle of pills tipped over on the floor. The other was taking long drags of his weed pen and scrolling on Piper's tablet.

The Genie said, "There's our man."

"These guys are really messed up. Piper must've gone full anime."

"I keep hearing that term. What is anime?" she asked innocently.

Being pressed for time, George condensed his definition into something he knew she would understand immediately. "It's like hentai, but without the tentacles. For now, just know that you never go full anime unless you mean it."

"If it means multiple broken ribs, head trauma, and a dislocated knee, anime sounds awesome!"

"He looks pretty out of it. Maybe I could pass for one of them and confiscate it without drawing attention." George summoned his best football captain impression and became a perfect replica of Charlie Plumber. Then, he opened the door and closed it again, pretending that he just entered the room.

The sleeper stayed asleep, but the other said, "Hey, yo, Cap, this shit is great."

George puffed out his chest. "Yeah, only the best for my crew. How's your knee?"

"Oh, I dunno, I am flyin' right now. But hey, was I trippin'? Did the girl break out again?"

"Pfft, where did you hear that?"

"I thought I heard you talkin' on the radio. Bruh, don't let her find me. I can't take this shit." The man was clearly intoxicated, but his fear of Piper seemed genuine.

"Relax, she's secure," said George in a firm yet reassuring tone he imagined Charlie would adopt. However, comforting any of Piper's kidnappers felt gross, and he wanted to get out of there quickly. "I am gonna need her tablet."

"Aww, man, Cap, why, though? The wi-fi ain't workin' anyway. I got like zero bars, dude. Like, zero."

Thinking quickly, George said, "We think she may have put a curse on it. Anyone who uses it to look up porn, their balls fall off in three days unless they give the tablet to someone else."

His face contorted in panic. "No way! Really?" Then, he shoved the tablet at George. "Bruh, take it! Take it!" George snatched it eagerly.

"Well, that was easy," said Genie.

"How does the expression go? Like stealing candy from a weed-addled jock who's high on painkillers."

Suddenly, Charlie's voice came through on the radio sitting on the nightstand at the other side of the bed from George. "I want a status update! Someone tell me they've eyes on the girl!"

George and the patient locked eyes as understanding swept over his zonked affectation.

"Uh-oh," said the Genie.

They both reached for the radio simultaneously, but the goon was closer. "Bruh, Help! Infirmary..." he managed to get out before George could get a hand over his mouth.

Charlie replied, "Gordie, respond! Gordie!"

Meanwhile, George and Gordie struggled. Though he was high, Gordie managed to put up a decent fight. The dragon symbol on his bracer glowed faintly as he resisted George's efforts to subdue him.

Charlie continued, "Someone check the infirmary, now! And find my damn keys!"

Finally, George got the upper hand by placing Gordie in a sleeper hold. "Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep..." he chanted, hoping he was doing it correctly. It had been years since his father taught him, and he was rusty. But it eventually worked, and Gordie went limp. Knowing he had only a few precious moments before the room was swarmed with Manticore, he pulled one of the empty beds over and wedged it against the door. Then he picked up a cabinet and stacked it on top.

"That'll hold them for a minute," he muttered.

"I can turn you into a fly again. We can slip out through that vent." She highlighted it in pink for him.

Multiple glowing guards were heading in his direction. Meanwhile, Charlie's voice came over the radio once more. "I'm warning you idiots again! Do not look directly at her! Do not let her say anything! And if one of you kills her, so help me, I'll murder you myself!"

"They think she's in here," he said to himself. "Genie, can you mimic Piper's voice?"

To answer him, Piper's voice rang through his mind, "Dummy! I hate that I love you so much!"

"It'll do," he said as he stacked more heavy objects in front of the door.

Someone on the other side tried the handle, and when the door didn't budge, they began throwing their shoulder against it. It was holding, but there was no telling for how long. "I want you to pretend to be Piper. Make her sound really threatening. Make them scared to get too close. Keep them busy for as long as you can. I'll return the book to Piper, and we'll see about her spell."

"Ooh, roleplay! I'm so ready for this!"

And then, a carbon copy of Piper appeared before him in a puff of pink smoke. "Take my spellbook, and don't you dare go looking for nudes," she winked. "Ooh, before you go, take his bracer. We'll need one for Piper so she can get through the shroud."

"Good thinking." He yanked it off of Gordie's arm while checking his pulse. He was still alive but out cold. Meanwhile, the sleeper hadn't stopped snoring since George entered the room. George remarked, "I figured you'd just make another one like you did for me."

"I can only do stuff like that for you. Read the manual, ya goofball."

"Open up, bitch!" shouted someone from outside, followed by another crash against the door. "We know you're in there! There's no way out!"

George took that as his cue to leave. But before turning him back into a fly, the Genie masquerading as Piper gave him a quick smooch.

"Was that for luck?" he asked.

She grinned. "With me, you don't need luck. Now shoo, little fly." She transformed him, then blew him toward the vent. As he entered, he heard Piper's voice. "I'm in here, needle-dicks! Come any closer, and I'll turn Gordie's nuts into actual nuts!"

George hurried through the vents toward Piper's silhouette. It was harder to do than he thought it might be. In stealth video games, designers would allow the player to crawl through vents to hide or take shortcuts, but George learned quickly that actual ventilation systems, especially ones as old and ignored as the Filmore's, are dark, dirty, and cramped. Being a fly made it possible, but George also learned that flies have terrible vision for navigating a dark network of tunnels while under a time crunch. Instead, he found an exit the first chance he got and continued buzzing through the well-lit corridors.

Charlie and the rest were still stuck in the cell when George reached the stage. Piper was underneath, blocked from view by a decorative purple curtain. So, he slipped between the folds and landed on her shoulder. "Okay, Genie, change me back, please." He immediately grew back to his original form, and Piper jumped in fright at his sudden appearance.

"Gah!" she yelped.

"Shh! Sorry, it's just me. I've got your spellbook."

Piper clutched her chest and said, "Christ, George, you scared the poop out of me." She took the tablet from him and hugged it close to her chest, "Oh, how I missed you, old friend. I'll never complain about bad wi-fi ever again." Then, she swiped on the screen in a precise, well-practiced swooping motion, bringing the device to life. "Assholes," she spat.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Of course they'd drain the battery, probably looking for nudes. I've got less than five percent."

"Your magical spellbook needs electricity?"

"Shoosh. It's one of the tradeoffs of modern magic," she said while scrolling through what looked like a database of thousands of cool-sounding words, like 'Explodiate' and 'Gravity Banger.' "Casting spells isn't free. It takes concentration and willpower and drains the wielder. The more powerful the spell, the more it takes. But by using things like the internet and Cloud Storage, we can offload much of the heavy lifting into a collective pool. But you still need to charge your batteries." She stopped when she reached the section on portals. "Here we go. Stage two."

George waited anxiously for her to continue, but she ignored him. Looking over toward the infirmary, most of the dragons were still stuck at the door. "Well?" he asked finally.

"I'm reading," she said simply.

Suddenly, the Genie interjected, "Master, I've got them believing the door will shock them if they touch it. It's freaking them out, but you might want to hurry."

"How did you convince them of that?" he asked.

"These guys may be attuned, but they don't know much about magic works. They pretty much believe anything I say in Piper's voice. She must have scared the shit out of them."

Piper finally finished reading and said, "I think I got it. I just need to know what kind of portal it is. Is it safe to come out?"

"Yeah, let's hurry."

They scrambled out from under the stage and made for the podium. She stood between the two pillars and regarded the manacles. "These were meant for me..." she said solemnly.

George had avoided thinking about the implications of what Coach Veiss might have had in mind for Piper, but standing beside her and seeing the grim realizations take hold made him want to puke. He gently touched her shoulder and asked, "Are you okay?"

But it was obvious that she wasn't. She was visibly shivering and clutched her tablet tight against her chest. But it didn't take long for her horror to turn into rage. George watched as fierce determination took hold of her. "They messed with the wrong witch," she said through her teeth. Then, she noted each symbol glowing on the stone ring and drew them onto the screen. "Where do you go?" she mumbled angrily.

"Ooh, Master, they're breaking through," said Genie, like her assailants were a puddle of puppies. She added sarcastically, "Wow, they are so brave going after a single, cornered, half-naked woman."

"Everything okay?" he asked.

"These goons can't even perceive me if I don't let them, let alone harm me. Do what you have to do, quick like."

He addressed Piper, "Are you almost there?"

"I've barely started. I need a few minutes."

There was a heavy thumping noise coming from the locker room. George could see Charlie and his cadre's glowing silhouettes still trapped in the cell, but they were collectively ramming the adjoining wall to bash it down. It was only a matter of time before they broke out. "I set up a diversion, but they'll find us if we stay here much longer, and the ones in the prison are breaking free. We need to hurry, Piper."

Piper's fingers were a blur across her spellbook, and George watched it glow while the hum from the portal intensified. But she remained steadfast. "These assholes have been abusing everyone for too long. They think they're special because they know a little bit more than everyone else, but they're nothing but bullies. I'm not leaving until their toy is toast." She turned to him and said, "I'm not letting them get away with this anymore."

George recognized that steely grit and fiery persistence. It was the same look she gave him the day before in the rain when she pleaded with him to be brave and follow her. At that moment, something inside him unlocked. Piper wouldn't give up. She'd find a way, no matter how scary or difficult.

They were interrupted by the sound of the doors banging open. "Here!" someone called.

Piper, though brave, was still shaken by the sudden disturbance. She looked to George, pleading silently for help.

He gazed back into her glistening blue eyes and knew that from then on, he'd follow her anywhere. "Cast your spell," he said calmly.

Her expression softened, and she looked at him like she saw him for the first time. With her confidence bolstered, she nodded and returned to the portal.

Five men, led by Darren, filed into the room. Rocko was with them and three others who George recognized but couldn't remember their names. They approached cautiously, seemingly weary of what might be in store for them next.

"What the fuck," muttered Rocko. "What's wrong with his face?"

"I don't know," said Darren. He grabbed his radio and said, "Cap, we got'em. They're at the altar. The girl looks like she's up to something. But the other... I don't know. I can't make them out."

"That's the dopple," Charlie grunted through the radio. His group was still tearing the wall down, and George could hear the rhythmic pounding in the adjoining room. "Be careful. They could shift."

"Fuck this," said Rocko. "Let's mess him up." But he didn't leave his place beside Darren.

"Permission to engage," Darren said.

"Granted," huffed Charlie. "Subdue and detain. Non-lethal force only. Backup is on its way."

George hopped off the stage, and the group backed away from him. Though they seemed ready to pounce, they all had an underlying fear.

"I'm hiding your identity," said Genie. "Piper will see through it, but they won't."

He hadn't thought about it, but he wasn't surprised. The Genie always looked out for him, encouraged him, and built him up. Through her steady belief in him, she'd taken him from a cursed weakling to a force of nature that struck fear into the hearts of his tormentors. For the first time, he believed he could win.

George shifted his weight onto the balls of his feet and brought his right foot back, ready to strike. It had been a long time since he had tried to defend himself. But he and the Genie were all that stood between them and Piper. After years of aimlessly wandering through an empty desert of loneliness and pain with no way out, George was precisely where he needed to be. There was a fire in him. A purpose.

There were a few tense moments before Rocko lunged forward with his baton. But before his blow could land, time seemed to slow until he was barely moving.

"Twice in one day, huh, Master? Tisk, Tisk. You really do need my help," she quipped. "So, how do you want to do this? Are we still against deterrence via genital discombobulation?"

With a moment to think, George took note of his attackers. Darren was clearly the oldest and the most experienced. The younger members, including Rocko, followed his directions like he was a field commander or a quarterback. They were a team, similar to George and his companion.

"For now," he replied.

She whined, "Aww."

"I was actually thinking it might be fun to even the odds. Remember our huddle from before with your cheerleader friends?"

"Uh-huh. Would you like a cheering section?"

"No... actually sure, but that's not why I asked. This place is a total sausage fest, so I thought we could use some feminine energy. Could you make five copies of yourself, one for each of them?"

"Yeah! Team Genie!" she squealed. "Although... Master, I don't know how good I'll be at fighting."

"That's okay, I'll do the fighting. I just want them distracted so they don't go after Piper. Be flashy, be loud, put on a show. It'll be your big debut."

The Genie materialized next to him and excitedly bounced up and down. She sang, "Oh my gosh, this is so cool!" She gasped and stopped suddenly, "I need music and costumes! Oh fuck, it's opening night, and I'm not ready!" She began rapidly switching between outfits like she'd done during lunch, but now she was changing her skin color, hair, and body shape as well. George could hear the first half-second of a song play before being switched to another.

George knew she was listening and continued, "No matter what happens, we keep her safe. Okay?"

Several misty clouds sprung out of her and landed nearby, each slowly taking shape into a person. "Got it. And if twisting a ballsack will help?"

"You can do whatever you want, just... don't kill them. And try not to do any permanent damage."

She sighed and said, "You're too nice, Master." Meanwhile, the foggy copies of her began to take on more distinct features. Each of them varied in appearance, with different ethnicities and body proportions, and one was clearly male. However, each wore a sexy cheerleader outfit and looked like they stepped off a photo shoot. George admired her handiwork and thought he might be looking at Genies from alternate universes.

"What about you?" asked Genie.

George watched Rocko, his face contorted into an aggressive snarl, slowly getting closer. He had the business end of the baton ready to thrust into George's ribs, the energy arcing between the prongs. "Make me look like him again. I want to freak him out."

"Now we're talking," she said with malicious glee. The music she'd been sifting through stopped changing. George heard the familiar opening bars of George Michael's 'Freedom! '90.' Genie gasped, "Ooh! What is this? I like this!"

"That was Dad's favorite song," said George. They would turn up the volume in the car and sing it at the top of their lungs. It was his father's anthem. If he'd heard this yesterday, he'd have been crushed. But the Genie dug it up, dusted it off, and made it ready like his own personal DJ. With Piper at his back and the Genie at his side, the pop gospel sound was fresh and hopeful, empowering him just like the Genie did. He was so excited that he was bouncing on his toes. "Crank it up and count it down."

The lights came down, and the volume rose. A disco ball reflected tiny beams of light across the court, and light pink fog rolled over the floor. "Raising the curtain in three... two... one..."

The flow of time caught up with them, and Rocko's wild stab with the baton connected, striking George just under his rib cage and letting out a jolt worth thirty thousand volts. It should have been enough to incapacitate him. Instead, George felt a pleasant tickling sensation that didn't even make him flinch. Rocko looked up and saw his own hooked nose and spikey hair glaring down at him, smiling. The blood drained from his face, and his eyes went wide from terror. The rest of the former Dragons stepped back as their numbers advantage disappeared.