Why me?
My eyes…my eyes were like daggers wanting to unmercifully penetrate right through that wicked mess of fabric, who was quite overzealous of the last counter attack he demonstrated. Extremely irritated, I literally wanted to manually disassemble him yarn by yarn until he was nothing but a clutter of useless material. I was shaken with fury, as I almost anticipated on finally hearing the strident sound of his screaming, instantly declaring my victory and obviously clarifying his permanent lost. But, I simply couldn't let my apparent anguish consume my thoughts while I'm attempting to formulate yet another spell to damage him significantly.
I need to act and think swiftly…
I glanced and meticulously started to browse any infirmities on Amibo to finally gain some sort of advantage, but no matter how hard I searched, the results were always the same. I felt completely lost in such a dire predicament. I fixed my hat in entire frustration, allowing the feeling of defeat beginning to overcoming my emotions but miraculously within the rapidly shortening time frame, I discovered the material of the hat he wore mainly consisted of linen, a highly flammable material…the same material I was now enlaced in-giving my very existence. Oh, how can I be so absentminded? It actually appeared to be perfectly sown into the yarn that bonded his features together. I would assume it would be quite a struggle removing it from the quickening spread of a flame. I smirked, knowing that I could finally process a spell that would match my flawless plan.
I lashed my enchanted wand, accurately aiming at the sorcerer, letting the magic unleash, uncontrollably, a fury of blue ember. I…I actually didn't recall myself even emitting the spell… the force of energy was too imaginary- yet, too lucid. I couldn't have felt more alive as the raging trail of ember consumed Amibo's hat. He immediately screamed and writhed under the siring heat of the cerulean flame I emitted. I too could feel that heat radiating from the wand; unfortunately, causing me to feel the stinging sensation of the immense heat. At first, the sensation was a little tolerable, but it rapidly became too much to withstand- it was too overwhelming! It took almost all of me to not let go, I mean, every single inflamed nerve fiber that was responding, sending senses to my brain telling me to let go, was being grudgingly ignored, so I wouldn't abruptly stop the spell altogether, giving Amibo an opportunity to recover. I, absolutely, refused to take that risk.
Trembling under the utter, hellish pain, I opened my mouth to let out the strenuous cry stored within my lungs but another cry intervened, keeping my suffering yelps from ever resonating. Of course, it was Amibo, his whole sombrero clearly gone, and the flames still slowly eating away at his face. He was sure to be dead, and I was fully sure I had successfully defeated a skilled sorcerer. I actually had had some doubts, since I haven't studied much enchanted works in a long period of time, and I'd never thought that I would use its power in a caustic way. The feeling of rejoice and relief began to well inside me, but that was soon flushed as I noticed the flaw of my pueso-accomplishment manifesting before my eyes, for there was a slight movement of my opponent.
He was alive. How? That immense amount of heat completely depreciated the linen that made his body! How can he possibly be alive? The two utensils he limply held weakly started to sow and weave the damaged material, almost as if the utensils had a mind of their own. They had skillfully avoided the dimming flamlets to prevent themselves from catching on fire. An eerie, chilling gust of wind extinguished the last bit of it. As the cold front moved throughout the area, the walls, borders, and floor had shifted to their natural places, but we were no longer in the press room- no, it was an area totally foreign, totally unreal.
The platforms sank into the new, now edible ground that consisted of gram crackers and other treats of the sort as if it were a liquid surface that eventually vaporized. The dark, deathly atmosphere that once blanketed the sky melted away and transformed into a radiant rosy plain the extended for what it seems like eternity. The vicissty was happening all so rapidly. My intentions were still focused on Amibo, still unconvinced of the peaceful tranquility that my surroundings expressed. My eyes scanned around feverishly trying to see if Amibo had any trickery in store for me. Strangely, nothing… It was then I caught the sight of a now recomposed Amibo who now stood a reasonable distance apart from me, his piercing gaze matching mine and his expression surprisingly unreadable, considering the amount of damage he encountered. I was quick to back away, presuming another vital spell and ready to avoid any of his needle projectiles. But, contrary to my expectations, there was not a swift motion of his magic knitting tools or any act of retaliation of the matter; he just continued to levitate before me, staring me down with his austere stance which perplexed me entirely. I couldn't believe it… I couldn't believe that this man, previously engulfed in flames, was still…here, alive. I wanted to barrage him with my morbid thoughts that resented his existence and how eagerly I wanted him to die…but these words forming within my throat never accented. Knowing nothing of his intentions, had quipped me even more. Why isn't there thrashing of enchantments being exchanged? Is this staring nonsense supposed to be some sort of mockery? There was nothing but the naturalistic sounds and echoes of various birds that twittered, distorting the odd silence. After another few tenuous moments, Amibo decided to finally brisk away the silence.
"Though…I'm reluctant to admit, you have a great power," Amibo growled as he twitched his yarned mustache in vexation, most likely damning himself before continuing again but with a noticeable calmer tone. "However, the mission is in session… I've wasted valuable time playing spell-bound games with you- Prince Fluff and his 'friend' had killed off my first henchmen!", the sorcerer, in pure frustration, stamped the pointed end of his weapon on the ground, causing a few crackers to crumble to pieces.
I, still numb of the change of events, finally uttered a single inquiry, "If you never wanted to waste your precious time, then, why didn't you just control me-like the others who are also marionettes of your nefarious magic?" I really was mortified to ask the question, suspicious it might prompt an idea for the beguiler.
Putting one of his hands to his mouth, trying to cover up his toothy, malicious smile, Amibo gave a deep, muffled chortle in response. "Once my spell has fully captivated my host, they are no longer aware or conscious-almost as if my magic creates a completely different creature inside the host, negating the host's existence…" I began to grow a little sick as he further explained; he continued, his voice growing, as well as his interest in his own insidious works. "Their body is now merely an empty shell; usually, most of them never return once their body- their soul has been occupied." Suddenly, a vertex of colors frantically appeared behind him, preparing an exit. "This is another dimension, Squashini. My race-", the two utensils stopped momentarily to face each other and nodded in unison and continued in unison, a nuance in their voices now apparent, "Our race has the innate ability to shift and navigate through dimensions in order to incarcerate and enslave a hapless species, ultimately, deeming our race superior and finally, promoting our statuses on our planet.", they hissed happily and made their way into the vortex.
My eyes widened at their sudden evading; I reached out my hand like a helpless tot that lost its mother, its main source of nurture, information, guidance. "You still didn't answer my question!" my voice obviously quivering-growing weak, feeling helpless. "Why me…?"
The alien like creatures glanced back and gave a pestilent hiss at their main annoyance. "We only want to see you fail and die of the impending, agonizingly slow death that will soon come once we successfully rid the planet of its resources." The duo aliens snickered at each other, eyes glowing red. "Your existence here will be no more…well, at least…here." Sweat began to bead on my head, and my hands became clammy. What in the hell was that supposed to mean? I won't exist…here? You can die multiple times? Before I vocalized any other questions, the vortex disappeared, the foreign creatures gone with it and leaving me to waste away on this soon to be annihilated planet. I slammed my fists on the floor, again, the cracker floor crumpling into pieces. Damn those aliens, and damn their ambiguity. I can't do anything now, but I can't just sit here idle until my death. There must be some way to- to get out.
I laugh to myself- bouts of laughter lasting almost an hour or so, insanity gripping my being. I really couldn't believe it; this can't be true. It was all too surreal, too lucid…
I looked to the sky, only to see the beginning of twilight in the horizon, riddling its way into the night.