Not In Kansas Anymore

Bam!

Simon's fist slammed into Jason's jaw, throwing Jason onto his back a few feet away and cutting his lip.

"I told you to fuck off and leave Jane. You obviously aren't getting it, so now I'm going to have to beat it into that thick skull of yours, Jason." Simon said as he began walking towards the downed form of Jason. At the same time, his friends blocked off the entrance of the alley from sight.

Jason wipes the blood from his lip and glares at Simon as he grabs the rusted edge of the dumpster beside him to pull himself off the ground. He clenches his fists, preparing himself for a fight he knows will be hard. It isn't pessimism giving him these thoughts but reality. Simon stands a few inches taller than him and has 50 pounds more weight of pure muscle on top of it all. However, he isn't going to give up even with those odds. Jane has been his friend since they were children, and they grew up together; he sees her as a little sister even when she constantly reminds him that she is 3 months older. He will not let Simon, a known playboy, and abuser, get close to her even if it costs him a beating or two. He is going to make sure Simon has second thoughts if anything.

"Fuck off," Jason scoffs, spitting some more blood at Simon's feet.

Simon's eyes widen by a bit before a vicious grin surfaces on his face.

"You know, I thought I would only need to rough you up a bit before you understood where you stand. Now, I think you are a special kind of stupid," Simon says before launching another fist towards Jason's head.

Jason dodges underneath and charges forward, shoulder checking Simon in the stomach and dragging him to the ground knocking the air from his lungs.

"I! TOLD! YOU! TO! FUCK! OFF!" Jason shouts, adrenaline fueling him, as he punctuates each word with a punch to Simon's face breaking his nose and bloodying his knuckles. That is all he gets in before being kicked away by Simon's friends, who turned around after hearing the shouts.

"You're dead Jason! Hold him down!" Simon roars as his friends help him to his feet, with his face beginning to swell and his nose streaming blood.

Jason is taken to the ground in seconds, but he manages to curl into a ball before Simon's friends can get to him, so they begin kicking him as hard as they can. The pain is blinding, but Jason stays curled up, knowing he's better protected the way he is and hoping they get tired quickly.

Simon decides it isn't enough and looks towards an iron pipe hanging out of the dumpster. Pulling it out, he moves over to the downed figure of Jason still curled in a ball and drawing the attention of his friends.

"Dude, what are you doing?" One of his friends says as they see Simon raise the pipe above his head.

"Teaching a lesson," Simon says before swinging down onto Jason's arm with a sickening crack.

"AHHHHHH!" Jason screams as he feels the bone in his arm snap under the weight of the pipe. His scream drew the attention of some people walking by.

Simon doesn't notice, so blinded by rage from being beaten, he continues swinging down at Jason. His friends froze in panic and confusion over the brutality.

Jason, feeling each blow, continues to shout in pain before it dies down as his consciousness begins to slip away. As his vision goes blurry and dark, he hears the shout of some passing police officers as they shout at Simon to drop his weapon and for someone to call for an ambulance. However, that is the last thing he hears before the darkness completely takes him.

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Sometime later, Jason blearily opens his eyes to a golden dome-shaped ceiling inlaid with symbols across the entire surface in some type of pattern.

"What the hell?" Jason mumbles before his eyes suddenly widen with the memory of being beaten.

Quickly he pats himself down, looking at himself for the first time and realizing he is wearing what looks like a white robe type outfit that someone may have found in an old kungfu movie. What draws his attention more is how short his limbs are and the lack of any reasonable musculature. He wasn't terribly muscular, to begin with, but he at the very least had some definition.

"Alright, Jason, all you need to do is think. You were getting horribly injured before you went unconscious, and now you are in the body of what appears to be a little boy...Oh, I am so fucked if this works." Jason said before thinking of the word STATUS.

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Name: Jason

Race: Human

Age: 7

Title: Summoned Being

Class: Experience Hunter

LVL: 1

EXP: 0%

HP: 100

MP: 100

STR: 10 0%

VIT: 10 0%

AGI: 10 0%

INT: 10 0%

WIS: 10 0%

LUK: 10 0%

Traits: Perfectly Balanced 0%

Skills: Inventory (max lvl)

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"Damn, guess I'm not in Kansas anymore." Jason sighed.