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Rouge's Realm Revealed (Chapter One)This story may contain adult content. |
| Written by Patrick O. | |
| Thursday, 03 April 2008 | |
Rouge's Realm Revealed
Chapter One
Returning to the den with snack and drink in hand, my breather from my addiction to the latest online game craze faded instantly at the sight of her sitting there. Maybe four feet tall and with skin whiter than paste, who is she? Only a flowing wide gold ribbon wrapped twice around her strong and near perfect body kept concealed what she did not want seen. Her appearance was striking and yet silly, or so is my initial thought. Immediately sensing a prank, I grin and imagine I know just who would do such a thing. That is until the low hum from her fingers as they fly across my brand new G11 gaming keyboard brought the moment to the surreal.
Shaking my head briskly, "Who are you?" I curiously asked the stranger before me. "What are you doing to...?"
She turns her head and stares right through me. It is a stare like no other I've ever received, cold, hard and immediately intimidating; I break eye contact. Her fingers never break their furious pace during our stare, in fact looking back to them now; they seem to be increasing their speed.
"Who I am?" she answers back with a question. Returning her focus to the monitor, "You unlocked me."
"I, I did, did what?" I stammer. "I unlocked Draco, Draco the Destroyer. That was about, about an hour ago." My nerve and senses slowly return, "Now what are you doing here? And WHO are you?"
Abruptly she drives all ten perfectly manicured fingernails into my keyboard, the hum stops. She blurts out a short sharp snicker.
"Whoa, what...!" I start to yell, stepping towards her.
Even more alarming is the sight of my just as new Pyramat Wireless PC Gaming Chair rushing backwards on its wheels and crashing into the bookcase behind it. A gasp is all I manage before she stands and turns to me. An even more chilling stare keeps me silent but I respond to her single step forward with two back.
"Draco the disappointing you mean, easily mastered by the mediocre in three or four tries. Agree?" she asks strongly leaving no doubt she wasn't expecting an answer. This statement earns a double take from me; true to her words it had taken me just three turns to finish the mission against Draco.
Stunned and consumed by her dominant presence, a half dozen or so chips slide off my drooping paper plate and fall to the floor unnoticed. With breath held I fixate on her emerald green eyes. Were they glowing, or just naturally brilliant against her unnaturally white skin?
"Three others have unlocked me. None as early in the game as you, and none with the cheat code," she adds.
Cheat code? Shifting my eyes towards the keyboard and the stack of gaming magazines and sheets of notebook paper with cheats scribbled all over them. Squinting I shake my head 'no', unable to recall a cheat for this game that would unlock anyone looking like her. Certainly I would have noticed a code describing her or described to bring a warrior to stand before me for real.
Looking back at her with an expression of disbelief, I return her snicker. A quick scan of the rest of the room, nothing out of sort otherwise except for the chips I now notice on the floor. Hastily setting my drink and snack on the desk, "Look, I don't know who you are, or how you got here, either someone put you up to this, or, or this is a dream, I mean," Pausing for a second to check out the gold ribbon somehow covering her without straps or ties and wow, the curves behind it, "a dream, it has to be..."
She reaches out with her left arm placing her hand firmly upon my right shoulder and begins massaging. With each kneading grip the chillier my shoulder becomes and the more confusing this mix of massaging pleasure and painfully intense cold gets. Yet my attitude, breathing, and concern for the encounter calm.
Resuming in a dramatically more soothing manner, "My name is Ionia, sorceress, warrior, and princess of Greater Zima, but you wouldn't know that from those cheat rags, or from the game box or from anywhere except," She turned away to look at the keyboard. "Well, I think you know from where." Looking back to me, "You unlocked me, you used his secret cheat code to unlock and summon me. So you must also know the designers' other secret to me, don't you?"
She switches hands, working my left shoulder now with her right hand, "Yet you try and deceive with questions of doubt. Know that I am real, not a dream, I am real, Rouge's Realm is most definitely real." She smiles, which brightens her eyes even more, "Which again you know, don't you?"
This had to be a dream. But everything here felt so real; the cold, the pain, the warmth in her eyes, the pleasure of her touch. A quick reality check; she's a freak with a serious reverse tan and bizarre gold ribbon dress. Not to mention what she did to my gaming keyboard and chair, no way I consciously keep my cool if anyone did what she did to those. No, this is indeed a dream and a good one too. Ok, how long can I enjoy this before I wake?
"Well, I unlocked you because," Deciding to have fun with my dream I jumble my way to an answer, "Because I couldn't figure out to get from Draco's last battle at the forbidden castle to, to the camp of the..."
"LIAR!" She shrieks before whipping her left hand around behind my head, grabbing all five inches of my pony tail. "You do not believe me, foolish man." Pulling my head back by its pony tail and taking a step closer to me," Again, why did you unlock me? Why?"
This is a dream, this is a dream. Over and over I tell myself during her aggression. Dream, or not, this is my house! Who does this freak think she is coming into "My House?" I scream, leaning back, pulling my right leg back with the intent to kick her in the knee. Before my foot comes forward in that kick, a blur of gold flashes disorienting me. A loud SNAP frightens in that same instant in which I am lifted and thrown back through the den's doorway and into the wall opposite the hall. The impact is like nothing my fairly docile existence has ever experienced. Instantly I drop to the floor under a shower of plaster dust and particles from the dented and cracked hallway wall.
"Arhhh, my back, oh, my back" I moan rolling from my side, looking up to her. Standing right where she had been, except for the palm of her hand which is now opened and a final fleeting ripple in the gold ribbon she wears as it settles snuggly upon her, she has not moved. Fear rushes over me; I twist and flip to look in every direction but to her for my assailant?
"This, Ok" frantically pulling myself to a sitting position against the wall, "This is not, it can't be a dream, real but, but how, who," leaning forward quickly, coughing hard to clear the dust which sets off my gag reflex.
"Now you say you believe this is real?" She barks, taking a single step towards me. "Look at me; I am the only one here with you."
Believing I'd better answer her quickly, I rear back my air and cough hard to finish getting myself together. "Yes, I guess, I..."
"You GUESS!" She shrieks louder than earlier.
"No, I mean YES, I do, I do believe!" I yelp instinctively, holding out and up a hand in attempt to signal my capitulation. "Come on, I do, I do."
Several minutes in silence between us provides another chance to reflect on this bizarre encounter. She returns to the keyboard bathing the room again in that low hum. After I manage to pull myself upright and back into the den, a long draw from my yet untouched drink does nothing to soothe my pain, but it does help me think at ease.
Dreams don't hurt do they? No, I think is the correct answer to that. But look at her, what is she? Oh hell, just go with it for now.
"Look, I believe you are real, but I did not unlock, or summon you. Not knowingly anyhow. Believe it or not, what now? What happens now that you are here and what gets you to leave?" I ask calmly but with fear still noticeable in my state.
Stopping her keying to look to me again, "You I do not trust, you would have me believe a one in a billion chance is what summoned me," She commented, her tone receding to its previously soothing manner. "You are weak, pathetic even. You foolishly lied and attacked me. Still, maybe you were just playing the game," She looked back at the monitor for a moment, and then back at me, raising a challenging eye brow, "Playing poorly too it would seem."
"What?" I shoot back lamely, "Wait," I pause briefly and stare for some unknown reason, "You thumped me, and hard, really hard, and now you bring jokes on me?" While my reply has a hint of humor to it and I find nothing funny here. The last time I was beat on was in high school, I have never been victimized by home invasion or assault in any way. This was not funny, and having this all be at the hand of an unrealistic sorceress, warrior whatever, made it worse. I mean, who could I go and tell; the police?
"This is not supposed to happen, though he said it might. Regardless, you have a choice to make." She begins to explain, moving from the keyboard towards me and placing a relaxing hand on my nearest shoulder again. The choices she puts before me are as outrageous as the entirety of the past ten minutes. And neither of them is to just wave good bye and forget we ever met.
Backing away from here, shaking my head and taking a deep breath, "Women have never been my strong suit," I explain looking down at the floor finding myself suddenly shy. "So you & I hitting it off literally here, not that surprising. But, never have I done what you are asking, no, what you are telling me to do. Insane to think I can do it. Please, you ought to reconsider just walking away, or teleporting, flying or however you get around, I can't do this for you."
A blur of gold flashes... Copyright 2008 Patrick O. |
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