We’re on our way to ice cream (there’s a truck right outside, says a sign), about to exchange our real names, when someone runs into me. I yelp as the sharp edge of a table, which had once been filled with Jagex paraphernalia, pokes me in the shin. Oh, my dignity. And my shin…
“I’m sorry,” says the creepiest voice I’ve ever heard. He doesn’t sound very sorry. Jerk.
“Dad, leave him alone!”
There’s a teenage guy with his hand around the tail of some crazy man’s shirt. The dude’s eyes are bloodshot. He looks as if he hasn’t shaved for days and dresses like a hobo (no offense to hobos). He pulls his ragged red plaid shirt from his son’s grip and leers at me with yellow teeth.
“Let me guess who you are.” His voice has a very familiar purr to it though he doesn’t resemble a kitten in the least. “You’re Freak. You have the same clueless air.”
Behind the scary man, his son smiles at me fondly. No way…Bluestar! And so this must be…
“Luxon.” I sprint away for my life. Forget ice cream. The man who called himself Luxon is mad as heck, and he pursues to strangle the life out of me.
“Who is that lunatic?” I hear Dawn say. The rest of the conversation floats away as I flee. There are people in cubicles everywhere, generally if unintentionally hindering my escape. Wearing a fancy helmet and cool-looking goggles, they’re all conked out, their heads against the tables. Still playing the game, probably.
“Holy cow!”
Luxon is suddenly in front of me. “You made me lose my character!” he hisses.
"You were a jerk,” I reply. “I’m very sorry to say you deserved it!” There’s more bravado in my words than in my knees; they’re shaking like mad. After all, if I remember correctly, in this world, if you die, you definitely don’t come back. At least, not to this world.
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