(Unedited December Collaborative Fiction)
As the floor continued shaking a blue figure emerged from the shelves across from me. It glowed and flickered like fire as it walked towards me. As I continued to stare at the fox-like flickering figure while the floor violently shook, it seemed steady. As I struggled to find my balance clinging to the motionless shelves, the fiery fox-like figure walked towards me as if the floor was stable. It stared at me with a smile.
I offered a small unsure smile in return. “Wh-what a-are y-you?” I stammered.
“My name is Blaise,“ the figure confidently said as he placed fisted hands atop his hips, and stood with his feet shoulder-width apart, while he slightly turned his head to the side, staring off into the distance.
I couldn’t contain the laughter building in my gut. “Dude, that’s like a Superman pose.”
“And what are you supposed to be, A damsel in distress?” He snickered to himself as I continued to cling onto the bookshelf. “Everything seems to be a little tipsy in here, let me fix that.” And with the tap of his foot the whole store stood still, as silence filled the room. With a massive foxy grin on his face he spoke, “I’m glad you accepted the call Mara.”
I ran a hand through my long silver hair. The amethyst color in my eyes deepened as they radiated through his animated expression. My unnaturally pink lips pursed, almost in a pouty, yet seductive way. Then as I dragged in a breath so deep, the heave of my chest almost seemed unreal. “You know my name?” I asked, my voice slightly quivering.
“Of course, we all do.” As he spoke the bookshelves in the store began to sink into the floor. The floor rippled and waved as they sunk deeper and deeper, my heartbeat was racing. After the shelves disappeared into the floor, the entrance to the storefront morphed into a solid wall. The room lighting began to dim while the air grew colder, Blaise smiled a wicked grin, I began to shiver in my old oversized grey hoodie.
Straight away, my hands disappeared inside the warm pockets. “H-how did you do that? And what is this WE business?” I said, curiously.
Blaise burst out laughing as if I had said the funniest thing he had ever heard. Like an arrow to its target, my eyes focused on his, willing him to drop the almighty, powerful act; it was getting pretty annoying.
His smile turned stiff while he stared intensely at me. “Let me show you.” And with the snap of his fingers, blue flames whipped from his fingertips. As the flames dissipated, what looked like a pair of old reading glasses appeared in his hand. “Put these on,” he said as he tossed them to me.
As if he was tossing a raw egg, I caught the glasses in my palms, cradling it as it landed. It felt cool to the touch, even though remnants of blue flames still remained. “I expected the flames to feel warm to the touch, if not hot.” My brow furrowed in wonderment.
“I can’t keep up with your inquiries,” he sucked in a breath, “please, just put the glasses on, and zip your lips.”
Like a little kid not getting what they wanted I put on a pouty face. “Fine,” I rolled my eyes, “I’ll put them on blue.”
Blaise took his left index finger and thumb rubbing the bridge of his nose in annoyance. “Sheesh, protagonists these days,” he said while he shook his head and moved his hand back to his hip.
I took a single deep breath, closing my eyes, I put the glasses on. Like a drum, the beat of my heart kept a thunderous, steady pace. Slowly, I blinked my eyes open. Swirls of opaque blue, white, green, and purple covered the inside of the lenses, and as my eyes focused on the colors as if they were one color, instead of many, the colors became translucent. I couldn’t make sense of what I was seeing — numerous colors, in the various forms of — Blaise.
“I don’t understand,” I said, feeling as if my world had just turned inside out.