A.M.P. Chapter 8

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A.M.P. Chapter 8

My level of confusion was off the scale. Long story short; my mind was a hurricane and all the things I had ever known, my reality, was whirling around in it like debris.
“I-I don’t…what do you mean “me”?” I stuttered.
“Well it’s hiding, of course. It’s deep inside your little head, waiting. It’s not going to show itself though, not with me here. That method I talked about, the one where it kills them, I can do it.” she said.
“H-how do you know it’s me?” I asked, mind reeling.
“I just do. And you know it too. You’ve been feeling odd, right? Like something is off or wrong? Well that’s because something is in your head that shouldn’t be.” She smiled, and I realized she was amused by my distress. She was enjoying this.
“A-are you gonna take my emotions away?” I asked, realizing suddenly that that was what she was supposed to do.
“Believe it or not, no. I’m actually going to try and save you. Those other two, the twins, they were the ones who wanted to do that. I wasn’t lying when I said I was doing the right thing. Well, it’s the right thing at a certain angle. You see, not killing this thing could result in the death of hundreds, maybe even thousands. They like creating fear and destruction, sort of like how little kids like killing ants with magnifying glasses. But in order to kill it, you would lose everything that makes you human.
Basically, aren’t you glad you’re with me?” she smirked. I hated to admit it, but yeah. I was glad I wasn’t with those twins.
“But wait…how are you gonna save me?” I asked. She shrugged.
“I have no idea.” She admitted. I stared at her.
“Then why are you even trying?” I asked. A look crossed her face. I couldn’t tell if she was sad or annoyed, it was very confusing.
“Reasons.” Was all she said. I doubted it was because she cared about my wellbeing, she wasn’t the type. It was probably something sinister that I didn’t want to know. Whatever, I’d rather die than lose my emotions.
As I was thinking about that, a dark shadow crossed over us. I looked up and nearly had a heart attack; again.
Something huge with humungous wings took up the sky above us. It circled down and, to my terror, landed next to us.
It was dark green and it sparkled in the sun…or whatever star lit this place up. I realized that it was covered in scales. I saw flashes of ebony claws and amber eyes. Its huge tail swung back and forth behind it. It tucked its massive leathery wings to its sides and looked at us. Long, twisting black horns jutted out of the crest of its head.
The only word that popped into my head was: dragon.
I shit you not; it was a classic medieval dragon. It had the barbed tail, the back spikes, the long neck, the long snout, the lizard eyes, the four huge wildcat like legs, the bat wings…it was even green like the cliché dragons.
Of all the things I was expecting to see…living fairytales wasn’t on the list.
“Darren, this is Cinder. He brought us here.” J.R. introduced. I remembered that huge flying beast that carried us away, the one I passed out on, and felt another wave of nausea hit me. This was all (/way/) too much for me to handle.
A deep rumbling growl sounded from deep inside its chest, and when it opened its jaws it was so threatening that I was sure I was going to faint again.
“Oh my god Cinder you are such a ham, cut it out.” J.R. said, rolling her eyes at the dragon. And if I was startled already, this definitely took care of that. A voice sounded in my head, but not like talking in my head. It was loud and terrifying, like having headphones in but with no headphones and the music just suddenly started playing and it was on high volume. It said;
“I’m sorry but I mean, look at his face. I had to.” And then the voice laughed. I stared at the dragon in shock. Was I in an Eragon book now?
“You better take the other form before he faints again.” J.R. warned. What?
“Guess you’re right.” it said, then put its claw to something on one of its fingers. It looked like a ring.
And here comes the one of the trippiest parts of this whole day. Besides waking up on another planet. Its form literally dissolved, it was like every molecule, every cell in its body, just dispersed into the air. Then it reassembled as something else.
This happened in a matter of seconds, so one moment I was looking at a dragon. And now I was looking at some guy. Not only that, but he looked familiar too.
“Y-you’re that guy…” I said shakily.
“And you’re Cashier Boy. We really bonded at that counter.” He laughed. That man from the store…he’s a dragon?
If J.R. thought him taking a human form would stop me from blacking out, she was wrong.
My vision darkened and I fell to the ground. This much fainting can’t be healthy.
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yeah i know, Cinder is a silly name. what can i say, i chose it when i was four. thats also why he's a classic medieval dragon, i was a little kid when i made him up