Rise to the Powers of the Galaxies - Chapter 13

Chapter thirteen

Eyolf stared at the sketchbook that she held in her palms, she was thinking with the energy of the universe. She believed to herself that she used it, and afterwards she would always feel her heart wear and tear then relax as the energy coursed through her veins. She loved the idea of it, she just wished it were real.
She wished a lot of things, like a net would encase her and then not touch her; only it would take all of her diseases and sicknesses away so that she would be made whole again. It was kind of a feeling that she found cool, but it would never be made real because if that were to be invented, it would dice you. She sighed as she began to think of other things to draw.
There was always a good though about feeling like she could fly, or had wings, maybe even a long tail to whack a few beasts along the way. She liked the feeling of being powerful. But they always were dunked with doubt as a wave of sadness poured onto her from her having to heal and needing her Creation Maker, Flash Banger too.
She was powerless without them.
Eyolf shut the sketchbook and eyed her blue sword at the end of the bed. She reached for it, and began to drag it up to her. She felt the blade... she was surprised that it was so smooth. It looked like a thing she didn't forge, but she did...well, not really. It was created out of thin air from Creation Maker. She smiled at how her machine was such a success.
Eyolf noticed there was a small button on the handle, she pressed it. The sword disappeared. She gasped. OH NO! Where did it go!? She thought, but noticed also, that there was a small crumb on her hand. She wiped it off, and then the sword appeared in her hand again. Her eyes widened. "Holy crap." She whispered. That's cool. Thought Eyolf as she smiled slowly.
She felt her ankle tingle, and she moved the covers and then saw bandages on her right ankle. She smiled, she shuffled to a sitting position and then tested herself to stand. Killer whined and came over to help her. She put a hand on his back. She noticed he was wounded, bandaged like herself.
She sighed.
Wherever she went and wherever her species went, others were getting hurt. Son of a- A beep sounded outside, and she noticed she was in a hotel, wait no, a hospital. AGAIN?! She hissed under her breath as she looked outside, a couple of armored cars parked outside.
A knock was on the door.
Eyolf turned around as it opened. A tall man with white hair came in, a voice so pristine and yet so creepy, so drunken and cold came out of his mouth. "Well hello, girlie, finding this?" Said the man, he sounded crazed now. Killer barked and growled with a whimper. Eyolf shushed him and the dog whined, then quieted. She noticed he held Creation Maker as its cube version in his right hand.
She glared.
"You want it? Now, tell me something, girlie. Come here so you can hear it!" He snapped as she took a step back. Eyolf sighed with anger. She did so, Killer growled low and out of earshot behind her. The man cupped her chin and made her look up at him.
"So puny, so weak. I wonder what you'd do without this little box of creations." The man said, and Eyolf's stomach dissolved. You're not going to take it! She kept quiet, but a fire burned in her eyes. "Don't give me that look, girlie. You really want this, don't you." It wasn't a question, it was a matter-of-fact.
She did want it back, in fact, she needed it. Her fist clenched as she tried to think of ways to get it back. But her thoughts were interrupted when he said, "I'll give it to you, but under one condition girlie." She hated him calling her girlie it was so grownup of him.
Eyolf sighed. "What is it?" She asked, and he chuckled. It wasn't handsome, she didn't like the way he chuckled. She glared into his eyes as he still cupped her chin. He smirked almost...as if pure evil crept into his face. He said, "Give me a sword of an arrow-like demise that will never break, and give me some cool powers like: endless materials of metal, minions, and the last is best: life."
Eyolf gasped as he gave the cube to her, she staggered back a few feet and then she sat into a chair. She shuddered as a knife pressed against her skin. "Do it, or you will go bye-bye."
CHOICES! HUH! Thought Eyolf as she gasped, shaking with fear. She shakily brought up her pencil and held it above the paper. She fumbled with the pencil as it worked. She did this for five minutes before she was done.
She stopped and the man looked over it, approving of her designs. The blade was removed from her neck and then she made Craion Maker unsheathe into its gun. She hesitated.
"What are you waiting for girlie? Isn't it only a few buttons away?" It was, but they weren't the best things. She didn't want to give him these things, especially if he were going to use it for evil. She just knew it was going to be for evil.
The blade was pressed to her neck again, she shuddered and then inserted the paper to Creation Maker and then in a flash the man had left with his new gear and powers. She fell to her knees, and cried. Killer came over to her, and then laid around her. He looked up at her with brown carefree eyes.

To be continued