"Y'all bastards come out now. I'm ready!!! Let's do this!!!"
Damien called on top of his voice. He was standing on one of the rocks in the cave. His eyes travelling across the whole large but cold cave. He didn't have to strain his vision. Even though the amount of light leased by the high sun seated in the sky wasn't strong enough, its illuminant got to where he was.
He knew what to do. He hurried to the flower which he had touched indeliberately the previous and last time he visited the small island.
He arced his body, bending towards it. His fingers were about to touch... he paused for a moment.
"Remind me, what skill am I supposed to use?"
He asked as though he had directed the question to someone, whereas he was the only one in the cave.
"Fuck this. I don't give a shit."
He touched the flower. He yelled,
"Let's get this started, ladies and gentlemen."
He hurried to one of the highest rocks in the cave and stood at the tip. He looked around him.
In no time, he began to hear the chittering of the scorpions, and their little feet hurrying towards his direction.
"It's now or never, Damien."
He flipped out the system window. He clicked on the superpower. But he needed about twenty seconds for the power to reload.
"Oh shit."
He cussed, seeing how angrily the scorpions were hurrying in his direction.
"Come on, you bastard. Come on."
He called bitterly. Beneath him, there was a swarm of the scorpions. And they were getting so many that they were beginning to make a mound, and slowly increasing in heights.
"Oh shit."
He gritted his teeth when he noticed some crawling up the rock on which he was standing.
"Seven seconds more? Are you fucking kidding me?"
He was getting really impatient. Suddenly, one of the scorpions sprouted wings and was suspended in the air.
"Oh crap... what's with this suspense?"
He couldn't believe that the scorpion was hanging in the air, staring creepily at him. He looked at the timer again, three seconds more.
"Now bastard. Now please."
He pleaded desperately! But to his utmost dismay, it seemed as though he had directed the plea to the scorpion which flew at him at once.
"Oh fuck."
The scorpion landed on his chest. The wrestle began. Not only would he have to get the scorpion off his chest, but he had to stable his stance on the tip of the rock, else the supposed ode would turn into an elegy.
[Ping! Loading!]
"Loading what... the fuck!!!!"
The scorpion had clipped his clothes so passionately like they were some sworn lovers. No matter how hard he tried to fight it off, it wouldn't go off...
That wasn't his only concern. The scorpions crawling up the rock were around his feet now.
"Oh shit, I'll kill the bastard behind this system."
Was that the time to make unnecessary threats? The scorpion in his chest crawled up his body to his neck.
He took a risk, grabbed the scorpion, making a handful, and flung his arm to hurl it away. Too bad, the scorpion was intact on his chest, crawling up his neck... but he lost his balance and fell.
"Ahhhh!!!!"
He screamed. He couldn't help but nurse the urgent thoughts of whether or not that was his end.
But when he was about about to hit the earth choked by the mounds of scorpions, he felt a sudden surge across his body. There was a wild ectasy which followed that felling. His eyes glowed and his body became charged.
Suddenly he felt a great pressure on his body, then an unknown force which threw him off the air. When next he realized what was happening, he made an impact on the earth and all the scorpions around there went flying into the air, crashing against the cold walls of the cave.
One of his knees kissing the earth, one up. One of his arms outstretched towards the earth, palm kissing the damp earth, while the other arm rested on the idle knee.
He felt a strange wave of currents sizzling his jaws. It felt like his first time of using the superpower. There was something really strange about it.
He arced his head up. Behind him was the opening of the cave. What a great spot the power had placed him.
He waited for a few seconds, watching as the scorpions came together, forming an interesting pattern. He wanted to observe closely and tell what that pattern looked like, because for some reason it looked familiar.
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