Chapter 89: Simple Yet Creative
*Fair warning: this is a work of fiction—do not try to replicate, imitate, or otherwise emulate what Riley Ross or any of the other characters does and has done... especially the ones that you are about to read in this Chapter, as it could easily be emulated in real life.*
"What... did you do?"
"Shh."
Mr. Monday wasn’t bound by any telekinetic chains, nor was Riley even grabbing onto him. But for some reason, he couldn’t move at all—he only stared at his arm, looking at his veins that were wriggling from the elements that had just pierced through his skin seconds ago.
There wasn’t any pain at all. Mild discomfort, maybe... but there wasn’t any pain—
And as Mr. Monday began to relax, Riley snapped his fingers.
He was confused at first, but when another snap whispered in his ear... that was when he realized what happens when sodium metal is mixed with water.
It... fizzles. He had experienced something like this before, it was through the back of his nose and eyes, when he accidentally laughed while drinking a can of soda, and it went through his nose.
The pain was instant then, but it wasn’t now. It lingered through his arms, and it burned.
Mr. Monday always scoffed whenever he heard someone explain excruciating pain equivalent to being stabbed by a thousand needles, but to think that was an understatement—no.
It was wrong.
Because while it did feel like he was being stabbed by needles, he wasn’t being stabbed by the pointy end but by the blunt end of it—it wasn’t piercing through him, it was digging through, scraping microscopic parts of his flesh bit by bit.