A trio of black guys stand before Alec Tourville, the young white guy feeling distinctly beaten up and with an odd sore spot in an arm. Probably not where he was tied up, meaning they...did these fuckers poison him? Alec felt a new sweeping rage and he tried to get up and promptly failed in quite an embarrassing fashion. He belted out a few of his choice slurs, and the guys in front of him just shook their heads. The leader stepped forward and gripped Alec by the chin and said, "Ignorance may be bliss, but it sure is stupid." He then punched Alec to the floor again.
One of the others said, "Let's avoid hurting him irreversibly, Deshawn, remember the plan."
"Yeah yeah, Darick, I got it. Just had to do that while the little shit still looked like this, this Joffrey-like motherfucker." Deshawn responded. He knew Alec in terms of those he'd bullied, pushed around and harassed on social media.
By now Alec was hovering between consciousness and sleep again, due to the sheer force of the punch. He vaguely heard Deshawn shout down at him, "Your days of lookin' down on people for being different from you are gonna be over and done with, Alec. Not too long from now, you...are gonna learn some empathy."
And then Alec passed out again, dreaming dreams he could not fathom or understand. Like he was seeing a life outside of his own, yet somewhat experiencing it in the same time. His awareness was like that of a ghost wearing a man's body, always thin, always wary.
Then Alec woke up again.
He found himself on the same path he'd been on during his trek to his almost typically 90% white school, as if nothing that had happened to him had truly happened. His body tingled oddly, and he told himself he was just waking up. He noted it was now night out, and he wondered what day it was...
Questions for when he was inside and safe. He hurried back home, noting as he traveled that his young, high school wrestler body looked to have developed somewhat more mass and impressive looks. He almost seemed like one of the eighteen year olds he'd looked up to on the team instead of the half formed teenage boy that he was before. He found himself walking with a degree more capability. What he didn't know was, physically, he WAS now eighteen.
What didn't thrill him was the weird tan he saw on himself as he went past a car's window. He stopped, walked back, and considered it. He was looking weirdly tan. Just a slight tan, though that was enough for Alec to feel distinctly uncomfortable. Tans, he told himself, were for the lower class who had to walk about outside all day. He kept walking. Maybe it was just from his walks to school.
As usual when he got home outside the designated times, his parents were utterly uninterested and just told him his bank got about 10000 dollars more in it. As usual, he told himself, they give me money instead of actually doing anything to involve themselves with me. He shrugged and headed up to his room. He needed some stress relief.
He plopped down in his room and looked at his bed, and then over at his game station mounted on his personal TV...