The Black Magic Bully

The Beatdown

Raghav's threats that night had scared me. For two days I didn't bother to stay in my own hostel room. Instead either in my friends room or wandering around the campus. The day after shout night, I was called to the chief wardens office, and as usual the chief warden wasn't there. he had gone somewhere else, after a few minutes I noticed Raghav enter along with another friend of his. I didn't recognize this guy from the shout night, it was someone different. This new guy was this short small dude with pale skin and a rabbit like face, stubble occupied his chin. His face looked strangely innocent, almost childlike if not for the stubble. The guy could not have been more then 5'7, and 130 pounds at the absolute most. The same weight as me, but an inch or 2 shorter perhaps. He looked like a midget next to Raghav, who was this big fat guy, 6 feet tall and 200 pounds, with the same skin tone and stubble, though Kirti thought he was even heavier until he pushed him away from me the previous night.

"Why are we being called?", Raghav asked in a hushed distressed voice. His friend looked up at me at the same time. 

"Don't worry, it wont be that bad, you'll get through it", I told him. Of course I was celebrating in my head. That the chief warden no longer believed Raghav. That this small guy next to him was also involved. Who knew how this would end.

We waited in the room next to his office for an entire hour, but sure enough, he never came, and Raghav and his friend left, then me a few minutes later.       

I went out to the campus canteen, which was different from the hostel canteen I had confronted Raghav in the previous evening. Naman and a few of his Physics classmates were there. We talked about normal stuff, especially the book I was reading, called Feed the Machine, this free book on google play, about a post apocalyptic city with a ridiculously rich tyrant ruler who forced people to get him goodies every month and feed them into his machine to determine their value. 

Naman was surprised at how much I ate. Though it was a normal sized meal for me, he told me it was the amount that he ate in an entire day. His stomach was pretty small. No, this wasn't from all the stress with the Saxena feud, in fact I had been trying to stuff myself for years, since the last couple years of high school I would balloon my stomach to the limit in an effort to gain muscle.  I had always wanted to be muscular and strong, I had been working out since I was 13, which had helped take off the edge of the small appetite I had as a kid. My strength had kept climbing through the years, but I had stayed several pounds underweight. By 11th grade I decided that simply eating to my hearts content was not enough, I started stuffing myself at every meal, which was only twice a day given my busy schedule. I had vomited several times, but learned to handle larger portions, while I convinced myself that my class, which was mostly strong athletic people, were all people that could eat much more then me, as I was still the skinniest of them all, though pretty strong for my size. I could press 30 pound dumbbells overhead several times, and virtually no one my size that I met outside could beat me in arm wrestling. It was only when I came to college that I realized I ate more then most people, literally twice as much as a girl my size. And way more then even most guys. My big meals of piles of rice, lentil stew, chicken curry, curd with sugar were impressive enough that a few were in open disbelief.  By now I was including a breakfast of butter toast and a liter of diluted sugar milk, and would often eat 2 dozen cookies as an afternoon snack. It had already been some time of me downing 200grams of boiled chicken or 4 eggs and 4 slices of toast in the afternoon, but by now I thought I also needed the cheap high calories of cookies and a few squirts of coconut oil that I would drink out of the bottle. Protein from the chicken and eggs was for workout recovery, the cookies was for when I wasn't sore.  

Back then I was too arrogant to do anything resembling tracking my workouts. My hyperactivity and enthusiasm ensured I always got in some kind of exercise, and whatever exercise I did, I made sure I pushed it hard. Harder then most people would even think off, sparing some of those who actually get results. So far it has worked for the simple reason that I was still growing, and actually liked intensity. I could do more pullups then almost anyone I came across, about  30 in a row. And would bench press 15kilo dumbbells for reps. My abs were quite strong, even 40 reps of decline crunches with the 5kg medicine ball on my chest did nothing. And I would use 17.5kg dumbbells for cheat curls, and could deadlift 80kg. Yeah, Kirti would see this and say I had a huge ego and shit, but I have never been hurt lifting weights, so I didn't care.