Shamus began to stir slowly, his body feeling so heavy and combersome, as if his body was encased in taffy. His own clothes felt so uncomfortable and scratchy, like they were filled with sand and rocks. Opening his eyes at last the clear blue sky above him, that blue that greeted him so softly and sweetly like the hand of a lover on his cheek, so soothing.
Sitting up several things became apparent all at once. Fruitloops began to fall from the air in his vision, wrapped in his long hair, dirtying what had been cleaned but hours before, the box in which the bite-sized pieces had been packed away in stuffed into the front of his pants making it very uncomfortable to move, and a crinkling sound of plastic within his shirt scratching over his skin. On top of fruitloops, was this sensation of heavy steel, which was confirmed the moment his lands lifted to touch his head. Ripping off this strange helmet proved only to add another shower of brightly coloured 'O' to cascade over him.
" What the... oh great! " Shamus cursed, ripping the box from between his legs and hurling it away from himself, standing himself up and ripping the plastic bag from under his shirt out and adding it to the mess upon the ground " When I get ahold of that thing I'll..I'll " Shamus began screaming, shaking what he could from his hair, checking his backpack was still in place before a sudden realisation came over him, chilling him to his very core " My guitar! "
In its place was a sword, the polished steel glinting in the sun, a fine weapon, but it was no guitar, this hunk of metal was not his baby, not his pride and joy. And as the fury climbed, so did the tension within him, his body moving as he snatched up the blade, breathing through gritting teeth, looking around for his precious.
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