Martin the Last Necron

Chapter 42 (Naked)

Normally Martin wouldn't believe such nonsense about someone going mad after bathing in a pond. But ever since he came to the Kingdom of Elements he believes anything is possible. Especially since he can cast magic of his own in this mystical land. He watched as his two friends debated over what they could try to do to stop what was going to happen to all of them. He himself tried to think of something that might help. He even considered using the shamaria, in hopes that maybe he could find out information about the curse. As he was contemplating on using the orb he noticed that Adal and Azura were acting weird. It looked as if they were swatting at invisible insects.

Concerned, Martin asked. "Are you guys okay?"

"They're everywhere!" Adal shouted.

"What's everywhere?" Asked Martin, trying to spot what they were possibly seeing.

"They are in our clothes! Quickly, take off your clothes!" Yelled Azura.

Adal started taking off his pants first while Azura started untying her top. 

"Hold up, what are you guys doing?" Pleaded Martin. "Are you guys mad?"

Martin instantly regretted his accusation. He was afraid that they actually did go mad as the song had stated. 

"Guys stop! Please tell me that you are just messing with me and that this is a joke. Because if it is, it isn't funny."

Neither one of them stopped undressing or even acknowledged he was there. Before he knew it Adal was stark naked running in circles and Azura had her top off revealing her supple but firm breasts. He would of been disgusted at seeing Adal naked except for the fact his eyes were glued on Azura. He had thoughts about seeing her naked as most men would have but this was not the way he wanted to go about it. It took everything he had to look away and not take advantage of the situation. He needed to do something and fast before he too fell into madness. 

"This is not happening." He whispered.

He took one last look Azura's way and noticed she was working on taking off her pants so he quickly turned away. He couldn't take it anymore, he had to do something. Letting his friends run around naked he headed off a distance so he could think clearly. As he walked he began to feel a bit clammy. Panic washed over him as he realized the clammy feeling was probably the first stage of him going mad. What to do he thought. He reached for the shamaria in his pocket when he had noticed sweat dripping down his arm. Suddenly he had a thought. It might just work he told himself.

He focused his mind on the liquids inside his body searching for anything out of the ordinary. It didn't take him long to discover the foreign substance. Once he did, he calmed himself and tried to calculate all of its existence. He could tell it was everywhere and moments from making contact with his brain. He had to hurry. Without hesitation he started controlling the substance moving it to the base of his skin. Now that he had gotten it to his skin how was he suppose to release it from his body he wondered. He needed to make it sweat out of his body, but how he thought. Then it hit him. He needed heat. He needed the heat to make the liquid evaporate. 

Where was he going to find heat. If only he knew how to conjure it like Azura then that would work he thought to himself. Instead of over thinking it, he just focused every fiber of his being on making the liquid evaporate. He tried and tried to get his body to heat up in his mind but nothing was happening. All the sudden he started to hear buzzing sounds. He looked around and saw thousands and thousands of tiny insects swarming around him. Panic took over as he swatted and kicked at the tiny nuisances. Then they started stinging him making him flail in anger. 

"Get the hell off of me!" He shouted.

Then he felt them in his clothes. Scratching and clawing at his pants he tried to keep them from biting him. No matter how much he tried though, they just kept stinging him over and over. He felt like he was going mad and wanted to tear off his skin. He reached for his knife and was about to start cutting into his skin when an idea had struck him. He used the knife to carve a small gash in his left arm making it bleed. As it bled, he focused on the foreign liquid and used the cut as an escape route, forcing the curse out of his system.