"Drake, stop being such a drama queen." I muttered as I went back to listening to my music. The demon lord had been invisibly pacing the living room floor and ranting as I typed random "mature" scenes for myself. He had been ranting about how summer was almost over and how I needed to get cracking on the novel if I wanted to finish the first draft before band camp or high school.
Yes, I'll be going to band camp. No, I don't play an instrument. I'll be doing colorguard. But this entry isn't about that now.
He whipped around to look at me. "Drama queen?!? Katie, I am not being a drama queen. I'm just stating the importance of your finishing the novel sometime soon. You said yourself that you wanted to finish the first draft before band camp! But that's in less than a month, and you can't write a whole entire long novel in a little over twenty days the way you're going!"
I was prevented from going into the "zone" with my music. My eyes narrowed at him. I could have glared and been all out angry, for it was surely humid enough, and he had been annoying me for a long time, not just today, but for many other days too. I could have screamed at him, I could have simply thrown my shoe at him, but the heat had exhausted me completely. So all I could do was stare at him with mild annoyance in my expression.
"Drake, I know what I'm doing. I'm taking some time off. I'll get to writing tomorrow." With a small sigh, I started to go back to typing. Then my laptop slammed closed. I was lucky enough to get my hands out of the way when it happened.
There stood a very angry Drake, glaring at me, chest heaving as if he'd run a few miles. The very look in his eyes actually bore more evil than I'd ever seen in his eyes before, except a few rare occasions when he had glanced at Kassie. But I had helped to create that expression of evil.
In one quick motion, he grabbed my laptop, unplugged it, and tossed it into the case. Before I could ask what he did that for, he reached at something at his side, and when I looked again, there was his sword point in front of my eyes.
For a split second, I felt a jolt of fear, but it disappeared quickly. I'M the author; he couldn't kill me. I was equal to a God to him. And in most religions, you can't kill your god.
I raised my eyebrow at him. "What? So you want to fight me?"
He nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, I want to fight you."
I shrugged. "What good will that do? I'll beat you because I'm God and then I'll go back to my music. If anything, it'll just make us hotter than before."
Drake's eyes glowed amber. "I don't care! I want to fight you anyway. And how do you know you'll win? If we fight fairly, meaning that you don't diminish my power on purpose, then I might beat you."
"But what'll that do for us?" I asked again as I got up and grabbed my brother's airsoft pistol lying on the couch.
The demon avoided my question by shaking his head. "No guns." He held out the blade of a broad-bladed knife. "We fight metal against metal."
"Hmph." I half-shrugged and took a relaxed-looking stance, humoring him.
Angry with me, he also took a stance. A bell went off on a television in the other room, ignored by the people in the house who were in the pool. We took that as the signal and Drake ran at me, sword raised. The room around us seemed to expand as he attacked.
A normal person probably would have panicked to see a demon-man weilding a sword come at them. Now let me tell you, the closest that I usually get to knives are the meat-cutting ones at the dinner table. But with a wave of the broadsword, I felt metal connect with metal and advanced, pushing Drake back a few paces.
Metal kept clashing with metal as he tried to attack me, but I defended easily. I figured that Drake was a pretty sucky fighter if he can't even slash me.
I should have knocked on wood. I got cocky and failed to put the sword up in time. Something sharp cut across my forehead and something warm flowed easily down.
I knew that I could feel things from my characters, but I never thought that I'd be able to feel their weapons too. The cut was actually quite painful. But something told me not to let my creation defeat me. I had said that I wouldn't cheat, so I just lifted the knife and attacked for the first time.
With a slight air of surprise, but already feeling certain victory, he knocked the knife out of my hand when we clashed swords, but the force made both of us fall back. I fell almost against the couch and, desperate for a weapon, I picked up the airsoft pistol and cocked it, so when I'd pull the trigger it would shoot.
Drake got his balance back, was about to slash again, but saw the gun. He looked into my eyes and I saw his disbelief, disappointment, and surprise. "You said you wouldn't cheat." he said, sheathing his sword.
I shrugged. "All is fair in love and war." Then I thought about it. "...Okay, maybe not. But that's the point." The loss of blood started to make me feel woozy and weird. So I just lifted the gun and aimed it for the demon. "So... Go ahead. Make my day." I grinned madly and shot the gun. The plastic beebee went through Drake's head and his the wall.
It was then I remembered; real life weapons wouldn't affect make-believe things.
Dropping the gun, I felt my forehead. I wondered which cat I'd blame for the cut when I'd explained how I got the scar to my mom...
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