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I scream as knives dig into my back. I whip around, the knives still in my back. I kick the attacker in the chest, anger causing me to loose my shit. Enough secrets and wierdness, damn it. I hear a snake, and look for it. I love snakes. I hear it slithering, and Solar seems equally disturbed. Solar hisses, "Alpas, think about this."
I hiss, "What do you mean? You were hurting that man. I watched you long before I made myself known." The slithering is louder, angrier. I hear it right beside me, so I look down. A black snake is beside me. It looks like it is made of black sand.
The snake coos, "Welcome to the Acadmey of Arts, Alpas." I sigh. Why do they call me Alpas? My name is Bärchen.
I voice, "My name is Bärchen, dear serpent." It shakes its' sandy head, and locks onto Solar. I do when it is much too late. He has a hold of my wrist. I grab his, my grip of steel granting me the upper hand. I flip him onto his back, over my shoulder. I hear the snake hiss and slither to Solar. Why he took up toil with me is an enigma. I have not wronged him, have I? I let go, slipping from his grip. He seems horrified.
He begs, "Alpas... please reconsider." The snake is on his chest, and black sand is beginning to collect around us. I stare him down. What am I reconsidering? It isn't like I'm killing him. I hear a scream, and look up. I feel the knives fall out of my back and I feel a coolness cover the wounds. I stiffly look around. I see a stunned student. I wave, they look like a first year. He stares at the scene with a, 'What the fuck" expression. I tip my head and his jaw drops.
I hear another whisper as more freshman pile up the stairs, "Who is that?"
I ignore them and comment, "Now. Where were we, hm?" I stare at his pale face. His students are his weakness, I can see why. If they don't respect him, it's all lost. I hear Ludic calling out. Screaming, more of. I growl abrasively, "What did you do to Ludic?" Solar seems all out of bright ideas now. I step closer and lower my hand. The snake slides up my arm and disappears. I put a foot on his chest and stare into sickening eyes. I sigh, gesturing towards his students, "We're waiting." I raise an eyebrow expectantly. I lean on my bent leg, smiling down at Solar Beams down there. This is quite fun for a private school. Maybe I will enroll. I tip my head, and I realize my back is itchy. I scratch it, and realize my shirt is dry. Which isn't right, because it should be bloody. Very bloody, in fact. Heck, I should feel some form of repercussion for being bloody stabbed! I stare at my opponent, smiling like nothing is wrong.
Solar sighs, "I took his art away." I lean forward and he shifts under my foot. My rage boils, but I see an outraged Ludic coming. I cool my raging exterior.
I ask, leaning more on Light Bulb, "Oh? Why did you do that?" He seems mortified, as if a ghost is standing here instead of me. I smile, suddenly very giddy. He seems horrified. I hear a growl, and look up. This is way too much fun. My smile drops like stone. A scaly, black, panther is there. I did not summon that one, I swear. I hear it growling something, and focus on it.
"Brrr...Brr...Brrrottthhherrrrr. Move." Shit sakes what? What? Did I just hear that shit right? The cat scruffs me and lifts me up. Why is this realm so weird? Why? I get dumped in my room, and the cat shuts the door with a flick of his tail. I sit on my bed, were I was dropped off. I'm almost petrified of moving now. He might see me moved and pick me up again. That was horrific. I get up and hear a hiss.
I yelp, "I'M SORRRY!" Hisss. I look around. Wait. That's the snake again! I call, "SNAKEY?" The snake appears from under my bed. Hisssss. I cry, happy, "SNAKEY!" I pick up the snake. I start to dance around with the snake in my hands, happy as all get out. Then, a person barges in with a concerned expression. They see me dancing with the snake and burst into laughter. I suddenly notice the loss of my snake, and black sand is being absorbed into my left hand. Why sand? WHY?
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FantasyTo whom this may concern, My adventures are innumerable, but I have decided to keep record of my most daring one. The grandest, most spontaneous adventure of my life. I cwould not be who I am today if it was not for this grand adventure. I would...