Running with scissors

The adventures beings

The memory of hells inferno burned itself within his mind, his thoughts swarmed with visions of deep crimson red violently clashing with angry Hues of orange, forever remaining vibrant, he remembers the stark color of red filling his home with as well, DANGER! He remembers silently screaming to himself, yet he steps forward, eyes alit with the same fire. He remembers how many steps it took, how many breaths he wasted, and the striking terror he felt when he saw a clawed hand, pure white with like a ghost from the red grabs his outstretched one and pulled him within hells mouth, the fire swallowing him whole.

He remembers the feeling of his breath being stolen from out his lungs as he hit a jagged rocky surface of a world unknown, and he remembers the same ghostly white hand from before reaching out to his crumpled figure. He does not take it though and instead stares at it with a look of confusion, before the hand once again forcibly wretches him forward, making his bruised body stand up and pushed against the bark of a tree.

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Amber eyes stare into his brown ones with enflamed anger, making him avert his in fear. Instead of looking into the creature's intense orbs of gold, he begins to take notice of the humanoid creature's unnatural complication of snow white and long vibrant bloodshot hair. Eye drew everywhere, too it's pointed elf-like ears that tapered her female-like features on a childishly round face, and then to a small flame that ominous brews at the top of its crown hidden in its hair like a flickering candle, his pupils dilated at the site.

That is until; he is dragged back into reality by a distinctively female voice, filled with the same fire as the flame brewing above her crown.

"What is a lowly human like you doing with a pair of MY SCISSORS!" the flame that dances above her head growing brighter with her apparent anger. At first, he does not answer his mind suddenly short-circuited with fear; he only answers her question when the creature presses the same dimensional scissors that he used for a margin of his day before he was pulled into an eerie portal with the flame woman, against his throat.

His voice pitifully stutters as he speaks "I-I Borrowed them from my f-friend... Star, the p-princess of MewnI".

She stares at him intently for an awkward minute, the scissors still firmly pressed against his throat and flame above her head growing higher and higher in what he assumed anger, until a chuckle escaped her lips, slowly turning into hysterical laughter. He, in mostly fear begins to laugh along with her cackles watching as she folded on herself in pure ecstasy and joy, the scissors lowering from his throat. When the laughter stops and the flame lady finally gains her purpose, she then looks up at him a tear in her eye that she lazily flicks with a clawed finger. Suddenly the scissors that she clutched in her hands is driven directly above his head into the bark, the flame woman seemingly amused by his flinch if her fanged smirk is anything to go by.

She speaks again, her voice intently mocking" you think you can just borrow these like their pencils earth-turd, I guess I should expect a little rat as your self to not understand you have to earn these, which you..." she poked his nose and paused with a clawed fingertip with an aggressive smile "didn't".

He opens his mouth for a second before closing it again, the flame woman somehow notices and nods at him, as if beckoning him to speak, so he does "B-But my friend s-star said I could use them". He flinches as she wrenches the scissors above his head out of the bark with no resistance, he closes his eyes and thinks for a moment that the flame woman is going to stab him or something in that nature, he does not expect the woman to calmly present the scissors to him and say in a low voice

"These scissors aren't hers to give" she tilts the scissors towards him, and his eyes make out the engraved name of Hekapoo.

He is taken aback by the odd name, but instead chooses to dwell on the fact that star might have stolen these scissor, stars not a thief, while she may cause destruction property all too often, she is an honest person or alien? In addition, would never steal or lie for her own personal gain. He thinks in confusion, before looking back at the bi-polar flame woman with a steely glare rivaling her own.

"Star would never steal from you, nor would I, this". He haughtily points to the scissors in her grasp, feeling confident. "Is just a misunderstanding, can I have those back I need to get home". He finishes with a thin smile.

This time she does not answer him immediately instead of looking at him with a heated glare with a tight grimace that creepily falls into a toothy grin. Lowering the scissors out of his sight

"Ohh you're funny, but sad and pathetic otherwise, however, since you amuse me so much" she says with her face fitted into a smirk "how about I give you a little challenge, if you win you can have "you're scissors" back and be free to give it to anyone you seem fit"

He stares at her with an unwavering expression of suspicion and presses on carefully "what if I lose".

The light in her flame dies slowly to a small flicker as she answers, "you'll leave this place a sad little boy, empty-handed, with your fragile pride, stripped away like a Band-Aid, you'll basically be the same as always".

That comment seemed to rein in his anger very quick and shouts angrily at her "Don't you dare claim to know me! H-POO you're a bully". He finishes hoping to hit a nerve

"And you're a thief" she quipped nonchalantly and step closer making him feel venerable "you're walking on real thin ice little earth boy, besides all you got to do" she points to the small burning flame above her crown with a roll of the eyes " is blow out this small ingcanifcant flame, you think you can that little earth tur-"

Her exploit of his anger is cut short when he immediately tries to extinguish the flame with a harsh breath, but suddenly her wide frame is no longer in sight, he searches the blank landscape but freezes when he hears the flame woman voice behind him.

"Pathetic" came her unsympathetic voice. Twisting around with a high kick to where her throat likely is, he lets out a confused whine when his foot connects with nothing but air and when he opened his eye's again the flame woman is scene smirking towards him at least twenty yards away from where she was an originally thought to be at.

'Impossible', he thinks 'unless she can teleport at will or can run fast, great'. He frowns dryly at that.

However, he does not spare another moment to think and instead charges at the flame woman with great speed, and as he rounds closer to her wide frame, he raises a fist to connect with her throat. He fully expects her to teleport away but with great skill, he did not possess she grasp his wrist and twist his arm behind his back making him gasp out in pain like a wounded animal.

She spared him no pity as she pushed him to the ground, with an undeniable smirk of cunning on her face, but he did not expect less from her. He wrenched himself up immediately after his initial fall and does not spare a moment to dust off the dirt that clung to his red hoodie, and instead began to frown at the she-devil with an accusing glare. "You're a cheater, how was I supposed to know you could teleport" he sneered as he crossed his arms in a childish manner.

She simply twirls the scissors in her hand with a disinterested look that filled him with a sense of annoyance that he never felt before, that was until she spoke. "Whoever said I would play fair little boy, you don't deserve these, nor does you're supposed, friend. So I'm going to do everything I can to keep these babies out of your hands" her thick frame stepped and leaned forward, and with a look that sent a shiver up his spine, she said " I have an eternity, do you little earth boy" a light chuckle followed her foreboding words.

He hesitates and blinks back his shock, and in that short moment, it takes him to close his eyes she is gone like a ghost

"The chase begins," He declared aloud with a grin stretching across his face.