Hi everyone! And, yes, I'm back with yet another story. I kinda feel bad about making another story instead of updating the other stories I have, but I couldn't wait until the end of TMM-which by the way, I forgot to mention the next chapter is the last chapter-to publish this. This will only be about two or three chapters long, and I promise I will try to turn Tobey back to normal. So I hope you enjoy, review, and be able to forgive me for not updating TOG and TMM, and I'll see you at the end of this chapter.
Amabilem: Chapter One
As I dodged the colossal metallic fist, I realized how much he had changed. He had changed a lot. He was no longer that mischievous and aggravating ten year old he was years ago, and no longer did he go by the name Tobey. Instead, he had grown into an evil narcissist devil that, ironically, went by the name Amabilem. Ironically, because Amabilem was Latin for 'amiable', and Amabilem was anything but that.
And he no longer showed any romantic interest in me. It was a relief at first, but later… the scars on my back now wish different. Even though I would never admit it out loud, I missed his courting me. It was preferable to now, where I leave home, uncertain if I would come back breathing or in a tomb. Yes, the genius had escalated from demolisher to... assassin. Don't believe me? Ask the over twenty families who grieve the death of their loved ones. Every single one of them Amabilem's victims. He wasn't in jail because the deaths had been ruled as accidental and also because he had threatened the judges to kill their loved ones if they imprisoned him. His mother disowned him after that trial. Then he was fifteen. Now, he was sixteen, almost seventeen, and from then he only grew more dangerous and lethal.
I gasped as a giant metallic fist whizzed past my shoulder, a hair away from hitting me.
"You'll never defeat me now Wordgirl!" Amabilem said. He pressed another button on his remote, and a robot punched me in my back, throwing me forward. Another thing that changed. His robots were more ruthless. But some things about him didn't change at all. Like his fake British accent, his round half-his-face-sized black glasses, and his unkempt blond hair. He also still wore the same outfit, save for his vest, which was now a sinister black.
"Oh, yeah?" I defied. Another thing I missed. Our constant wordplay. Our battles were now silent, except for a few snide remarks here and there. I grabbed the robot's arm and hurled the robot into the ocean. Only, I looked around. Forty-nine left to go. I sighed. It was obvious I wasn't going to be able defeat them all. I only had one option available, and it was to take the remote from Amabilem. I looked in Amabilem's direction. He had surrounded himself with robots. Out of all the villains, why did he have to be the genius assassin? A very vain genius assassin. An idea sparked inside my head.
"Hey, Amabilem!"
His head turned in my direction. "What?" He asked in a very irritated voice.
"I think you have a smudge on your face."
"I do? Where?" He asked, dropping the remote, and frantically searched his pockets for- what I assumed- a mirror.
Now! I thought to myself and flew through the robots. As soon as I finished demolishing the robots, I flew towards the remote and reached for it. It was just, just, out of my reach when Amabilem snatched it away.
"Nice try, Wordgirl." He snickered. "I do have to give you credit for almost succeeding, but I'm afraid that it's time to obliterate you." He waved at me before pressing a button on his remote.
It took me a while to make sense of what he said, but by then it was too late. I tried to speed out of there as fast as I could, yet, ¡alas! I found myself in the cold and metallic clutches of one of his robots.
"Good-bye Wordgirl!" He said, followed by a maniacal cackle. He pressed another button on his remote, and the robot's grip tightened around me. All the air was forced out of my lungs.
"Amabilem!" I desperately cried out in hopes that he would have pity for me and release me.
"Oops. My finger slipped!" He laughed again, and once more pressed the button. The metal hand tightened anew. The pain made tears start forming in my eyes.
"And it slipped again!" He said in a delighted manner.
Black dots started swimming in my vision, and my thoughts became incoherent.
"And again!"
The world really did spin!
"And again!"
Everything was so blurry...Would Amabilem mind if I borrowed his glasses?
"And again!"
Where was my body? Where had it gone?
"And again!"
I shook my head as an attempt to get rid of the thumping noise in my ears. It was growing louder and faster each second that passed.
Why was everything growing dimmer?
I realized what was happening. I was being crushed to death. With the last of my strength and breath I yelled out a name I hadn't uttered in years.
"TOBEY!"
As I fell into the waiting darkness below me, I closed my eyes and exhaled.
A/N:
A Short Story:
Skip this if you're not interested in how I came up with the story.
Okay, how to begin? Hmm, well- this will sound ridiculous-it came to me in a dream. No, really, it did. I was dreaming that they brought back Wordgirl, and I was watching it in the kitchen meanwhile helping my mom make un guisado, (some type of stew) and I wondered why there were no Tobeysodes, when a new episode started. It was Tobey, but he was bafflingly called a different name-Moses-and was dressed exactly like described in the story, but he also wore a lab coat and some black lab goggles. And, yes, in my dream, he tried to kill Wordgirl, and yes, she did yell his old name out, and that's all I'm saying because if I keep on talking, I'm going to end up spoiling the story. (Sorry if that sounded rude.)
Here's the one line I can remember from the dream:
"He had also changed me for a mirror. It was a major relief at first, but now I kinda missed it, his attempts to take me out for ice cream..."
And then I forgot the rest. I was going to use this line, but... I couldn't figure out a way to incorporate it and keep the story going, so there's that. I hope you enjoyed, and I once more apologize for not updating the other stories, which, by the way, Chapter Three of TOG is going to reveal one of the reasons Becky got tired of good, so look for the next update next week-not this week because with schoolwork and whatnot I barely have time to even breathe, and it's a miracle that I could at least get this up-, review, and I'll see you next time.
Robots Forever,
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