Especially with someone like Sam as her author.
After getting up again to make himself coffee, he was back at the computer, staring at the screen with dead eyes. After writing down what was going on with Melanie at that moment, he sat back. Damn writer's block. He threw around a few ideas as to what to throw at Melanie next. Dragon? Magically enslaved townspeople? More emotional trauma to do with her close friends and loved ones?
Don't you dare mess with my 'emotional trauma'. That bullshit you pulled there is enough. Melanie thinks, ducking behind a building to catch her breath. Sooner or later, silent tears fall as she grieves her friend. She didn't want her to die, but death was the better solution to torture. But Melanie was too stubborn, too hopeful, too-
-in love? No, not me. Not me, Mel, the adventurer. You don't get to love someone, Mel. You live life for the thrill of it all, but now…look where it got you. Amid war and destruction, you're the only one fighting. Just you…you and May-may.
Sam ignored the first part Melanie thought, but he liked how the second part sounded. As he was typing, an idea came to him. Before Melanie could tell what it was, however, he was already filing it away for later, something he would definitely use later. But now was too soon to enact it.
Already, he wrote, the sound of guards could be heard again, meaning only one thing; they had already taken Amaya away, to the depths of the castle. After all, she held information the king wanted.
Letting out a shaky sigh, Melanie came out from hiding. Mel, Like a coward-and she felt bad for it-she didn't go after Amaya. She couldn't, not with her wounds, both physical and emotional.
"What are you doing?" Mel had yelled that day, finding a girl around her age tugging her bag. She had stringy brown hair that was a mess, and I could easily see her ribcage. Her eyes were wide with fear as she froze from my voice.
"You won't even find much in there. Here," I gave her the leg of the rabbit I had hunted, and her cautious hands took it. She kept looking at it for a while.
"You're supposed to eat it, silly!" I had said, breaking her trance to look at me. She took a small bite, and she devoured it within a minute, grease running down her face as she smiled at me.
"I'm Melanie. What's your name?"
She took a step back and responded. "I-I'm Amaya…"
"Well then, Amaya, do you want to come to my house? My mother makes a killer beef stew."
"Okay!" May-may had beamed. "I mean, I'd love that. Thank you."
That was when we met. I never knew who or what or how she was so skinny and frail, but ever since we met, she'd stick by my side, even if I was reckless…and I was reckless often. And selfish, so, so selfish. I'm so sorry, May-may.
I'm so sorry.
So sorry.
Melanie stood and ran, away from the castle. She couldn't bring herself to go there, not now, when she was tired and hurt in more ways than one.
(Sorry for the longer responce!)
(You, kidding, I love it!)
Sam typed away, finally obtaining some life in his eyes. This was going amazing, from an author's perspective. He finally sat back, staring at the screen. Now, an important question; how was he going to realistically get Melanie healed. For this, he turned to Google, trying to identify exactly what wounds she would have physically, and how long they usually took to heal.
(Um, second-degree burns, maybe a medium cut and multiple small cuts (they would scab over and heal naturally with time, but I'm assuming medicine would help prevent infection. Note: I'm not a medical expert, so don't quote me on that…) Maybe a pulled muscle, like, say, her left shoulder?)
Melanie clenched her fists, biting her cheek to distract herself as she ran.
Mind hurrying up with Google? These stupid burns hurt like hell!
Melanie didn't mention what had happened-or even what she remembered. She was past that now, or so she had hoped so.
"Sure, sure, whatever…" Sam was already on a tangent, casually browsing through the medical websites to see how they were normally treated. And like that, his storytelling ground to a halt, leaving Melanie unable to move.
(Ach! Gtg! I'll respond tomorrow, at the latest!)
(Okay, see you then!)
(Bump)
(Ah! Sorry! I thought I responded!)
Mel frowned, making it to the next town quickly, sweat under her eyes.
Finding an inn, she waited for the staff member to notice her, dinging the bell repeatedly in urgency and slight annoyance. "Hey! A little help here!" Melanie waved at him with her good arm.
The person didn't respond. They couldn't, seeing as Sam wasn't writing anymore. He hummed along to the music he had put on, eventually finding himself on Pinterest, browsing.
"SAAAAM!!! I'M GOING TO FUCKING MURDER EVERYONE IN THIS TOWN IF YOU DON'T ACKNOWLEDGE ME!!!" Melanie yelled at the top of her lungs, even though that wasn't necessary to get his attention.
Sam winced.
"Damn woman, try to scream louder why don't you? I swear you're a literal headache sometimes…" He sighed, turning his music down and clicking back to the document.
The person turned to look at Melanie, seeming slightly annoyed by being interrupted. His eyes widened when he saw the state she was in.
"What happened, Miss?" He asked, coming over to her.
Melanie took a second to sigh, trying not to get agitated.
"They ambushed me. I wasn't ready, and I don't know if anyone survived. Could you help at all?" Mel gestured to her injuries, which all appeared on her torso, all except a large burn on her right calf.
The man pursed his lips.
"I can call the healer, but you'll have to rent a room to be able to actually get healed."
Sam leaned back. Crap. Now he was gonna have to make a healer, and figure out all the rules he would need for it to make sense.
"DUDE! JUST GET ME A GOD-DAMNED HEALER! I DON'T GIVE A FUCK HOW THE RULES WORK!" Melanie yelled, frustrated. She honestly didn't care how she got better, as long as it was quick and easy.
(Bump)
(Ahh, sorry! I've had a bit of writer's block myself, so sorry if it's not much!)
"Maybe I would if you would stop yelling at me!" Sam rubbed his forehead, pissed. He knew that a good, planned out magic system would be really important later on, and getting to work on at least the healing part of it now would really help. Of course, a bratty main character wasn't helping him think.
(You're fine!)
Melanie rolled her eyes. "Or you can just have some miracle phenomenon happen that won't be explained until the very end! Or I can be 'taken' by the king's guards, only to almost die for Ama-I mean, an innocent civilian!" God, Mel, that couldn't have been any smoother. The sarcasm in her thoughts was thick enough to cut.
"I already have a plan for what's going to happen with Amaya," He said cryptically.
"And I'm not doing a deus ex machina yet." He sighed heavily, leaning back in his chair.
"Well then, what are you going to do? Sit there pathetically typing up random bullshit?" Melanie gripped her sword, only wishing she could really threaten Sam.
(If you're stuck, maybe the 'healer' isn't really a healer, but an evil entity (demon, devil, succubus, insert random creatures here because mythology is a thing) that-yes-magically heals her, but she's also charmed, and by the time she gets to the castle to defeat the king, she betrays Amaya/Amaya reminds her of who she really is. The entity could draw out the recklessness of Melanie and possibly just make her want to kill the king for the drive of power. God, I am way too into fantasy cliche moments… The demon thing would also be disguised as a human/common creature in the world.)
(That sounds pretty good. I also have a twist I want to run by you; the Amaya Mel had been interacting with is not the one she first met, but she doesn't know that and when she goes to save Amaya, the person is like, "Nah, I like the King. I'm gonna kill you now." And that's when Mel throws down her sword and refuses to continue with the plot Sam has planned, and he gets pissed and starts forcing her?)
Sam rubbed his head again.
"Seeing as how typing random bullshit is how I made you, I think it's been good to me so far," he said, voice low. Unlike Mel, he really could threaten her. And so much more, especially seeing as he was starting to get really pissed.
(OOF…Dang that's kinda good…Okay! I can't reply right now, though.)