Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4 - 7 2018 | Page 190

I slammed my laptop shut in anger. It’s the 5th time I’ve attempted this round and my characters just won't
co-operate and complete one single mission together. I wondered why I initially thought assigning my
characters with clashing personalities was a cool idea.
“What, and you think you’re so great? All you do is follow your carnal desires!” Wukong spat, stressing his
words. “Could you at least keep an eye on Sha, You know how obscure his useless kind is- Where’s Sha?”
Wukong squinted his fiery golden eyes until he spotted Sha-monk’s prominent red beard in a far distance,
plucked a hair from his back and blew on it, instantly transforming into a wasp. He zoomed throught the
vault of leaves and limb, popped back to his original form, muttered a spell and instantly froze the poor
beast.
“One blow from my rake and your very soul will be rent asunder!” Pigsy muttered through his clenched
teeth, slamming his rake onto the unstaggering Wukong with all his might-
Clang!
Silence.
Wukong’s golden bolt took the very brutal force and remained, well, obviously unharmed. Sha-mok
dragged a worn out Xuanzang out into the open only to witness Wukong and Pigsy immersed into a new
round of bickering.
“Enough! When will you two finally learn to cooperate and-” “Master, if only you would stop being so
naive and use your compassionate without wisdom then I could have killed that shapeshifting devil-”
Wukong interjected in the middle of Xuanzang’s sentence. Xuanzang calmly started reciting the dreaded
spell. Wukong’s face contorted into horror. “Master please don't-” His pleading faded as the bolt strained
him, agonizing tremors raked through his body every couple of seconds. He slowly curled into a ball. “I'll
send you away again if you keep being that impulsive and and arrogant. You’ve killed enough innocent
people Wukong.”
I stared blankly into the screen of my computer, only to be faced with nothingness. My hand reached into
the tall can of caramelized popcorn in a repetitive manner. I sighed in defeat. Two hours had long passed
and yet I still couldn’t enter the game. Just as I w