"WHERE ARE YOU DEMIGOD?! ALLOW ME TO RIP YOU TO PIECES!" The bellowing voice nearly make my sense of hearing go deaf, making me nearly pop my ears. There was shallow breathing next to me. I turned my gaze to my injured friend. His tattered shirt had blood seeping through the orange fabric.
"Oh gods, how in Hades are we gonna beat this guy?" I looked at him in horror.
"Dude, you're hurt! No way I'm letting you go out there to fight that abomination!" I then heard a dark chuckle coming from the back of our little hideout.
"YOU DARE CALL ME AN ABOMINATION? I AM THE STRONGEST OF ALL CYCLOPS! I HAVE PERFECTED ALL MY INVENTIONS, I HAVE BEATEN ALL MY FORMER COMRADES, AN–!"
"Oh shut up you stupid loser!" My friend managed to yell out. "You have no bragging rights!" I peeked from one of the small peeping holes. And dang, he just managed to make the big weirdo even angrier. His bronze tanned skin started to turn bright crimson red, as if the cyclops was drenched in blood. His single eye actually started to tear up.
"Ummm, Francis? What in the heck is going on?" That's the question I asked this whole entire day.
Alright lemme tell you what happened to cause this situation. I'll spare you all the details of what happened today.
First, I got picked on by some big stupid jock nicknamed the 'Dozer'. I envisioned his nickname to signal that this guy slept a lot and not that he can pretty much beat everyone in the school. Then my friend, who's bleeding right next to me, warned me not to get to a fight with him. Of course, with any stupid adolescent teenager who's thirteen would obviously go ahead and do what they weren't supposed to do.
I stupidly threw a freaking weight at him.
Yeah, I now know that was a horrible decision that I threw something that could've killed him. But it surprisingly didn't. The thick metal weight bounced right off of him. Everyone, I mean everyone looked at me and 'Dozer'. Even the teachers. Then he snapped and dashed right towards me. Everyone ran away, exited the gym except me (of course), 'Dozer', and Francis.
Lemme tell ya something about Francis Imperio. He's the best joker around. He always knew when to crack me up and he always had hyperactive eyes, he'd always tap his fingers on any type of surface and it's like he drank ten cups of pure sugar. But when I was pinned down on the floor by 'Dozer', his jokester personality immediately disappeared as it was replaced with pure anger as he freaking pulled out a sword, bronze and sharp as hell, and stabbed 'Dozer'. Apparently, that make 'Dozer' scream in pain, and allowed me to make the perfect getaway. I wasn't going to comment on that, and that was because he saved my life right from being pummeled.
I ran to racks of basketballs and other sports equipment, I was scrawny enough to squirm my way into a empty space. There I made enough space for me to contemplate my existence. I suddenly remembered Francis. Then I heard a crash and a scream of agony. I saw a body clutching their stomach area, slumped over, near my hideout. I dragged the body to my area as I rearranged other racks to make enough space to get Francis in.
Now back to our current situation. Francis is hurt, holding a dangerous sword dripping with blood. 'Dozer' apparently turned into some 25 ft. super giant bodybuilder who took too many steroids. Now red. I'm here, helpless, without a weapon, my friend hurt, and I'm about to die.
"Francis. I'm so, so, so sorry that I got you in this mess. I'm sorry I didn't listen to you. And I'm sorry that I can't help you." Francis looked at me surprised. He looked at his stomach wound.
"Look, remember when I told you that you were special?" I looked at him in confusion.
"Yeah? I was assuming you said that out of pure love." He managed to smack me on the arm.
"No! I meant that you have something you can protect yourself with!" He frowned as I just ruined his inspirational speech to get me going. "Use my sword. If you really wanna help, go kill that monster for me." Then we both heard a roar.
"DEMIGOD! I AM GETTING QUITE IMPATIENT! HURRY YOU COWARD!" That was it. I hated being called a coward. That's the last straw, and if he didn't take it back, I'd fulfill Francis's wish to kill this guy. I nodded to Francis, signaling I was going out. I didn't wait for his nod as I snatched the sword out of his hand, the hilt was warm. The leather strap helped me grip the weapon with ease. I had no history with any kind of weapon. Besides slingshots. And my fists. And my brain. Hey, by that, I meant intelligence! I'm smart! First semester, I got straight A's!
I managed to crawl my way out of the racks as I hid for a second behind a couple of boxes. I peeked out and saw 'Dozer'. He was radiating a red glow. He had no weapon. I thought of all the advantages I had. I was small, scrawny, perhaps strategic? Also, I had a weapon. I thought of all the disadvantages I had. I had to fight a giant or cyclops? He looked strong. And he's glowing.
Immediately, I saw 'Dozer' sniff. Was he like a dog? Cause I had a dog. Why am I changing subjects in a middle of a fight? 'Dozer' lumbered towards my direction. My heart started pounding. I didn't know as he sniffed again, he turned around as he walked away. I calmed down as he then reached towards something. I looked to see what was going on.
"DEMIGOD. YOU ARE GOING TO BE A TASTY APPETIZER!" I immediately knew what he was talking about. He was picking up the steel racks and tossing them aside. He knew where Francis was. Rage burned through my eyes.
"Hey, Tomato! Over here!" The cyclops turned around, his hand about to pick up Francis's body. "Yeah! Put him down! I'm who you want! I'm the one who enraged you in the first place!" 'Dozer' frowned as his lone eye targeted me.
"YOU ARE CORRECT DEMIGOD. YOU ARE THE ONE WHO DARED TO CHALLENGE ME IN EONS. BE PROUD, YOU ARE TO DIE BY THE HANDS O–" I fake yawned as I pointed my sword towards 'Dozer'.
"You talk way too much! Cut it to a minimum of 20 words or less!" I did just reference one of One Punch Man's quotes to Genos. Particularly, when Genos says his reason for joining Saitama. Man, I actually got to say it in a serious moment! 'Dozer' grinned as he nods.
"PREPARE TO DIE!" Well that's not what I would've thought he would say, but hey, it's good enough. He charged right at me as I quickly ran away. His hand was out stretched when he was charging as his hand was stuck in the wall. I had an extremely stupid idea, but this whole entire thing happened when I had a stupid idea to throw the weight at him in the first place. I ran to the hand that was stuck, and I quickly climbed onto his wrist.
Stupid, am I right? I was half-expecting he would slap me off like a mosquito, but I didn't realize that cyclops would have low reaction time. Maybe only just 'Dozer'. Maybe. I tried my best to keep my eyes on the prize as I dashed up his arm. I readied my aim as I looked at 'Dozer' in the eye. He slowly realized what I was going to do as his single eye widened.
I plunged the bronze sword into the big guy's eye. For your information, if any of you guys wanna do this, you've gotta have to hold in your disgust and the urge to puke. Like me. Because it's hard to keep a serious and grim face as you just blinded someone for life with a freaking sword. Disgusting right?!
'Dozer' screamed as blood oozed out of his eye socket. I wanted to curl up into a ball, knowing what I needed to do next. I had to get the sword out of his eye. Did I have to? Of course I had to! Man, why am I so stupid? I stood on 'Dozer's' ugly crooked nose as my legs anchored themselves, ready for impact as I gripped the hilt. I looked away as I heard the slimy and disgusting sound as I got the sword out. Francis might kill me for covering his sword with cyclops goo. Although in the first place it had cyclops blood. Huh.
Whatever happened next, please don't feel sorry.
As I got the sword out, I used too much force and guess what? The sword flew out of my hand. Yep. You're probably thinking, 'Okay, you're the main character. You'll probably have that sword back just like how Captain America always gets his shield back when he throws it.' Hey reader, lemme tell you something. That wasn't my sword. I don't have plot armor. And I have absolutely no metal powers that could possibly help me drag that bronze sucker back into my hand and stab 'Dozer' again.
I heard Francis yell from across the gym. Yeah, seeing your friend lose their weapon is a very mucho big deal, but seeing your friend then being picked up and was about to be eaten by a cyclops was a whole other thing. It felt like I was the patty of the hamburger, and being squashed by the two buns.
This shouldn't have happened. I shouldn't have even bothered to even provoke him in the first place. 'Dozer' chuckled darkly as the grip on me tightened. I held back a scream. On a scale of 1 to 10? That was a solid 15. I nearly felt my ribs crack. I almost couldn't breathe. This kinda looked like a boy holding a doll from faraway. But the doll was actually a living being. "DEMIGOD. I HAVE TOLD YOU FIVE TIMES ALREADY. YOU CANNOT DEFEAT ME."
"A-Actually, it was two. The things you said before that were just you saying you were going to kill me..." 'Dozer' obviously wasn't impressed by my impressive memory.
"YOU HAVE TAKEN MY EYE." I gulped as I looked behind me, hoping to see Francis. He disappeared, and so did the sword. I was glad. He shouldn't have been roped in this. I looked at his closed eye. I spread my arms.
"Yeah?! You tried to kill me!" 'Dozer' frowned.
"I DID NOT. YOU HAVE TRIED TO KILL ME." I had to agree with him. I did try to kill him.
"But, can't we compromise 'Dozer'!?" The cyclops sighed as he loosened his grip. I guess even someone like him can calm down.
"My true name is Cy." Did I hear that correctly? Cy? Like, Cy the Cyclops? And did he say that in a more normal way? This day was too weird. I decided not to question the name. "AND I AM NOT HERE TO COMPROMISE!" Hoo boy, can't believe I'm happy to say this. But, I'm glad 'Dozer' a.k.a. Cy the Cyclops was yelling.
"Then, are you gonna eat me? I'd really appreciate that you won't." Just as Cy/'Dozer' was about to reply, he let out a brutal cry of pain. His grip on me loosened even more, making me fall out of his grasp. You think this is a good thing? No! No, nada, nein, nope! Remember in the beginning where I told you Cy/'Dozer' was as tall as 24 ft.? Yeah, now I'm falling from 18 ft. above ground. Either I'm lucky that I won't snap my spine, or I will.
Then all of a sudden, I saw blur of orange and traveling behind it was a girl with curly black hair. I wouldn't believe who it was.
"Francis, catch that guy!"
