Chapter II: "Sent by the Evil Forces"
Amazingly as it may sound, at first I was not scared to death by that quite aggressive and unfriendly tone of voice in the middle of a dark and eerie forest, realizing that the spoken demand was directed at poor old me I felt really revolted! "Beast!" Sure, I must have looked like a vision from hell with dried Crest all over my face, my unruly hair barely tied up in a knot, dressed in my "home really comfortable and nice for studding all afternoon really old loose cotton sweater and pants" attire, plus some mud, twigs and who knows what else that had attached itself to my figure! But that "beast" thing was extremely rude! I had my complexes that needed working out in therapy already, no need to add being called a beast to my list! See, my self-esteem is something extremely vulnerable and fragile, it shatters so very easily! That sentence hurt me, although I had a faint conscience of my physical state.
"Beast!" I said out loud in a distressed squeaky voice.
" I wont say it again, drop your weapon at once or you will suffer for it!" The voice boomed again.
And then there was fright. Terror. Panic. I was being threatened with physical violence, even if all of this was a dream, a hallucination, that couldn't be a pleasant thing. No, not good. Had my subconscious produced a maniac? To many suspense movies?... What to do? What to do? "I'm going to run for the river and let it drag me away! It may not be very pleasant either but at least there wont be any confrontations between me and mister psycho that is lurking there in the dark. Brilliant!" I thought as I gave one quick step towards the shinny, inviting water. Only to be stopped by something pointy pressed to my back, my mind not taking any time to register that the object was something potentially sharp…
"Please, don't hurt me!" I begged to the product of my own sick imagination, making a quick note to myself to stop watching suspense and horror movies.
"Drop your weapon and I won't." Was the calm but firm reply.
"Weapon? What weapon?" I said feeling my heart had found it's way up my throat making it very hard to speak.
"The one on your hand! Don't toy with me!"
Gosh, on my hand? What was he talking about! I glanced at my hand to see that I was still clutching my tooth brush. Surely it couldn't be the weapon he was talking about… Or could it? It was an electric brush, a little bigger than a normal one…but how and why on earth would this guy think it was a weapon! Utterly insane and absurd! I reminded myself that I had promised to stop with the "how" question thing, and that everything that was happening was actually insane and absurd.
"Sir, this is not a weapon, it is a tooth bru…"
"Drop it!" Oh boy, he was getting nervous!
"Ok, ok…there." And my poor tooth brush hit the ground with a thud. That is not one light tooth brush!
"Turn around slowly!"
I hesitated one moment… By now I was trembling like a leaf and was not thinking quite clearly…even in my mind I'm not accustomed on being threatened with something sharp. But I did as he told and turned to face him. Maniac! But not before I closed my eyes, tight, I really didn't want to see what my mind, that had already proven itself a lot more twisted then I thought it was, had been able to produce.
"You are a woman!" Wow, now I was really offended by his sincerely surprised tone! How could he have missed to notice that? Ok, I'm wearing pretty loose clothes, and I don't have much…err…how can I put it…not much accentuated and round curves… yes, that would be a nice euphemism. But what about my voice! Great! One more thing to sort with my therapist! This trip inside my head is really showing me what I think about myself!
"Err…yes." I still kept my eyes shut.
"That surprises me, but does not take away the strong possibility of you being a spy sent by the Evil Forces… specially being clad in such a strange garb and with that bizarre weapon. State you business about these lands at once!"
That I had underestimated my wild imagination, I knew already, but the fact that it was able to spill something as preposterous as "spy for the Evil Forces" had to amaze me. And to that I had the grace to emit a snort-laughter-like sound.
"Are you laughing? Is any of what a said a laughing matter to you!"
Oh-oh, I think I annoyed him.
"No, sir, I'm sorry."
"State your business, woman!"
Thinking about it, this man had a very peculiar form of speech. It was kind of old-fashioned and complementing that thought with the strangest things he was saying like that "evil Forces" thing and "state you business about these lands" thing… And the fact that he didn't recognize a toothbrush…Curiosity got the best of me, now I had to see this character, and I opened my eyes…
TBC.