Author: YFIQ PM
Details my struggles as a writer and a review beggar. Change? Anyone got change? Please? *Now on hiatus*Rated: Fiction T - English - Parody/Drama - Chapters: 25 - Words: 10,339 - Reviews: 11 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 07-13-12 - Published: 04-09-12 - id: 3012227
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"What are you doing in my house?" he asked.
I point to myself and said, "Who? Me?"
"Stop that, how did you..."
I chuckled and said, "You think you can take me out of the picture did you?"
He gave me a glare but it looked so stupid that I busted out laughing.
"What is it about me so funny? Stop laughing...stop LAUGHING!"
I wiped my eyes and said, "You know, the last chapter I wrote? The ending is the only part I made up because I figured that you have been reading and the fact that there are some drawbacks to the magic pen and why you didn't just kill me."
"So you knew..." he said.
"Yeah, when it comes to that, you tried to create your own pen but unlike the one I had, it won't kill anyone directly as the best you can do is setting up a elaborate Final Destinationesque sequence in order to scare me into getting a heart attack." I said as I took a drink from a bottle of Sprite I took from his fridge.
Then I continue, "After I went home, I took out an empty magic pen, stabbed myself with i-"
"What why?" the kid interrupted.
"Because it looks much more badass that way." I said.
I sighed and said, "Okay where was I? Oh yeah, after that, I wrote to refill the pen, heal myself, and more importantly, wrote out that person who have been hounding me for some time...I know he was dormant but still, better safe than sorry."
"Then you wrote yourself into my house."
"Correct and with that, it's time for me to put the end to this."
The nut huffed and said, "Even so, you will need all the luck to defeat me, I won't go down easily!"
He took out his poker cards and threw them at me.
I was able to dodge most of them but some of them cut me and I barely caught one with my teeth. As soon as I recover, the psycho already ran up the stairs and I followed him.
"Teenagers these days, one thing rubs them the wrong way and this happens..." I muttered to myself.
But then I started to have a feeling that something might be up so with that, I picked up a super ball from the floor and threw it down the hall. Then I wrote on my palm to have the ball explode and the kid popped out of his hiding place wearing his Jets gear and he yelled, "Damn it, you ruined my surprise attack!"
He tries to attack me but I quickly ripped off his helmet and slapped him.
"Ow, my beautiful face, that hurts." he whined.
I gave him another slap to the face and then finally, he slipped right past me and ran straight into the bathroom. I took a pillow to use as a shield in case he starts sling crap at me and so I carefully crept toward the kid. But then, the pillow started to feel warm and soon it became hot to the point I had to drop the thing.
Realizing what the kid's doing, I took out my pen and wrote soemthing on the wall and the floor in the bathroom suddenly caves. I went downstairs to see the kid on the toilet looking delirious.
"C'mon kid, give it up already." I said.
"I'm not a kid, I'm 17 and I will end your life!" he yelled.
"You're 17 so therefore my point stands, anyway...why do you want me dead?"
"You want to know why? Okay, I'll tell you why..."
He starts writing something on his hand and the next thing I knew, we're in a flashback. There I saw the kid sitting in front of his computer banging on his keyboard like a angry German kid from that video I saw one time. Then soon, I realize that his brother was the member of the conspiracy group who tried to kill me for not buying into their theories.
Yeah I left out some details of the flashback but that's what you need to know anyway.
Once it was over, the kid then said, "Because of you, my brother is in coma-"
I interrupted him and said, "Wait a minute, I didn't do anything, I was tied up wh-"
"Shut up, he's in the hospital and I don-"
"Even if I had took him down, he'd deserved it for all the bullcrap he have been spewin-"
"SHUT UP!" he screamed.
He started to write something on his palm and so I quickly began writing on the wall next to me. Then there was a small shake in the house and soon, the pen slowly crumbles into dust.
Guess when two pens are being made to attack each other, they get written off. I got it seconds after it happened but this guy on the other hand...he threw a tantrum and yelled out a massive "No".
I cracked my knuckles and said, "It's over kid, without the weapon, you're done."
He threw a roll of toilet paper at me and I caught it without difficulty. Then the kid ran toward me so I side stepped out of the way, allowing him to slip out so that way there would be enough room for us to move around in the fight. Upset at how he wasn't able to bull rush me, the kid tries to punch me only to get his fist caught in my hand.
I gave him a slap and he fell over.
"Ow, it hurts you meanie." he said.
I chuckled because it's funny, I mean come on, "meanie"?
"What's the matta? Little kiddy cwy about his bwig bwatha?" I said in a mocking tone.
"You mean man, I'm gonna kill you!" he cried.
"And yet you failed." I said.
He got up and the kid tried to kick me, only to trip like a moron.
I shook my head and said, "Really? I could just stand right here and you'll end up in even worse shape than Carl Weathers in 'Rocky 4' dude."
"Another thing, I went easy on you because there is no point in punching a kid."
His face went beet red and said, "Don't call me a kid!"
The kid got back to his feet and then...he started to smile.
For some reason, it creeped me out.
"Hey, are you alright?" I said, worrying that he might have went crazy.
"What are you worried about? The fight have just started as I am ready to reveal my secret technique." he crackled.
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"Remember the pen? I can use it to give myself a special ability so that way...I can finish you."
Hearing this, I suddenly realize what he meant.
I said, "You mean..."
"That's right, there are shows that can give out ideas...ideas that can kill." he said.
"Wait a minute, if you do that...I mean shouldn't this belong in fanfiction?" I said.
The kid smirked and said, "It's not stolen as long I didn't say it's name!"
I felt a sense of dread and suddenly, the kid raise his arms into the air in "V" shape and I saw him surrounded by several energy balls shaped like planets. One by one, the planets explodes and I felt a huge force striking me like a speeding cement truck. Next thing I knew, I was lying on a rubble of what was left of the house...from across the street!
I got up with my legs feeling like jelly and saw the kid standing in front of me, looking upset.
"How can it be? It's supposed to vaporize you!" he yelled.
I was dizzy for a bit, but upon recovering, I started to think up a reason why I survived (heck, my clothes are still intact, well mostly) when it hits me.
"I get it now, because you wrote the Galaxian Explosion into yourself, you didn't specify how strong it should be." I said.
"What? Damn!" the kid yelled.
Not long after, we heard the sirens and the kid ran off.
As of now, he was never heard from since then.
I was about to leave when my knees buckled and fell.
I would lay there until the ambulance arrived and spend much of the week in the hospital. The police questioned me for a while in the hospital and I told them that I was walking by when the explosion occured. I have no idea if they bought it but after telling them my story, they left and right now, the investigation is still open.
As for me?
I'm glad it's over...for now anyways.