"What are you babbling about?" Weevil returned my snarl from inside the shop, "doesn't matter now. I promised you inside the shop that my insects would eat you alive, and I'm a man of my word."
I stared, looking at pedestrians who only cowered and shied away in fear. "Can somebody call 911?" I asked tentatively, surely these people weren't going to stand around and watch when my life is clearly threatened! I think I saw a squad car parked in the coffee shop diagonally across from me.
"It's no use!" Weevil sneered again, "Nobody can help you now."
"Why not?" I asked, sincerely confused, I didn't recall much police involvement from what memories I gathered, but this was truly ridiculous.
"Oh, you really are new at this, aren't you? This is going to be fun!" Weevil cackled again in that shrill, high-pitched voice, "when you bought the duel monster, you big oaf, you became a duelist. And as a level 5 duelist," at this point, I heard oohs and aahs from the crowd, Weevil pulled himself (slightly) taller and made a mockery of waving that the crowd, "I get three mandatory challenges per week, when I can challenge anybody at my level or higher and they can't turn it down."
"So which level am I?" I asked, still not quite comprehending.
"You?" He somehow managed to look down on me while being a foot shorter, "you're at level 0! But if I don't use my three challenges, I can use them to challenge one person at any level and that person cannot refuse! And that's you!"
"So what do I get if I win?" I asked, taunting him so he would talk further. Weevil loved showing off, which was good, because I needed all the information I could get.
"You can't possibly win!" Weevil's anger was expected, "Just for that, I will bet two monsters against you, when you lose, you will owe me the pathetic monster you just bought, and your soul!"
"My what?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but I couldn't very well ask whether scientists had confirmed that human souls existed, what if it was common knowledge?
"It's a figure of speech, you moron. As soon as you lose to me, you would be legally bound to me, then I will destroy you and nobody can say a word!" Weevil's cackle was really getting on my nerves, but I needed to know more.
"How do I win, or even lose?" I looked at him with complete wide-eyed sincerity. Inside, I was swearing up a storm. How the hell did I end up in this hell hole? Where's the law in this messed up excuse of a country? How backwards can they get, allowing one person to own and murder another?
"When your monsters are all destroyed, or when your life force reaches zero and you can't summon any more monsters, duh! I wonder how I'll defeat you," Weevil was always the type to toy with the weak before he crushed them, the weak being somebody who physically towered over him must have been an added bonus.
"That's it?" I asked, "as long as one person doesn't have any more monsters on the-, outside?" I was about to say on the field before I caught myself.
"That's enough talking," Weevil tried to make his barely 5' figure look imposing, "now my insect, attack!"
"Spirit Reaper, defend," I pulled out the monster card I just got, hoping that it retained the special effect of not getting destroyed in battle. As though by my unspoken command, Spirit Reaper flew forward with me as I raced towards Weevil, shielding me from all possible angles of attack from his Basic Insect. I didn't know how long a turn was going to be, or how soon new monsters could be summoned, so I had to make this quick.
Basic Insect had time to attack only once, while my Spirit Reaper obvious faded in and out of existence from the attack, it never truly dissipated, always keeping me out of the line of injury.
Weevil was maybe 10 feet away from me at the impromptu start of our battle, and he apparently did not realize the need to run when I charge him, so it took all but a second for me to grab him and punch him in the face. I had always been the good girl (sort of..., and yes, girl, now definitely Had Been) and I've never punched anybody in the face before, it felt good. Weevil passed out promptly and his Basic Insect faded out, disappearing back into its card. My Spirit Reaper flew beside me, I patted where its shoulders would be, expecting to pass through, but actually hitting cloth. "Good job buddy," I commended, my first ever duel monster rejoiced by floating around in a circle above my head. It was a good thing that the only visible parts of him was the cloth and the scythe.
"So..." I looked up at the astonished crowd after my brief celebration, "did I win?"
I heard gasps, a scattered clapping and various claims like 'I can't believe it,' 'Weevil Underwood lost!' 'You don't see duelist attacks very much!' But nobody answered my question. It sucks being left in the dark, to the point that I was even beginning to miss Weevil. Remembering Weevil's threats, remembering that Weevil had many powerful monsters, like the Insect Queen, Great Moth, and even Cocoon of Evolution that I couldn't possibly defeat, I decided to assume that I won, take my winnings and scat.
While Weevil was still unconscious, I picked up his deck and couldn't help breathing in sharply in surprise. It contained probably no more than 20 cards, all of which were monsters. Where was the rest of his deck? This probably wasn't the best time to ask questions, I saw three cops walking towards me. In most civilized societies, cops should provide a sense of security, maybe not while you're driving in your car, but at least right after an attack by a deranged madman, okay, mad kid. I did not consider wherever this was a civilized society.