This text contains TF and/or TG as well as mild sexual scenes and bad language
So if you don't like any of the above, go find something else to read
The TGF Writer
"Oh, c'mon, how hard can it be?" my mother said. "It's jut a summer job in a library, it's not as if it's going to kill you." my father added added. "Besides, you need to get out of the house some time and meet other people, do some work that doesn't involve only your head." my brother continued.
Oh boy!, isn't it wonderful when your parents sign you up for things you didn't ask for?
My parents singed me up for this summer camp to spend the whole vacation in an university campus organizing books in a library.
It must be a thousand times more fun that what I had in mind, how else could my parents have signed me up for it without even asking me, the one they're sending there?
I mean, how could playing video-games with my neighbors and friends beat dusting old shelves?
Or how could me writing and reading calmly in my own room be any more entertaining than going around a library with a trolly putting books back in their place?
What's more, how could I not give up eating three meals a day and sleeping in my own AC cooled room for something like two meals a day and a sleeping-bag in a room with not even a fan on the roof for the whole summer?
If you hadn't caught up on the irony yet, I suggest you go look for something else to read in the kid section.
Well, that's most of the explaining as to why, me, at my sixteen years of existence, am now standing in front of the gates of what most likely was now a ghost university, with a sleeping bag on my back and a backpack with all the clothes and any piece of my life I could carry along the way.
I rang the intercom to life, and a voice soon answered.
"Hello?" I said. "I'm here for that library camp, my parents singed me up..."
"What's your name?" asked the guy at the other side of the intercom.
"Mike." I replied. "Mike Redwick."
"Come on in, Mike." came my answer as the buzz from the gates opening reached my ears. "Go to the entrance of the main building."
I let out a sigh as I walked into the campus.
There were a lot of open spaces, and there were only four or five buildings in sight; I walked down the road until I reached the glass doors of what I guessed to be the main building; pushing the doors so I could step inside, I found myself looking at four other kids and a guy that was probably five or six years older than me.
"Welcome, Mike." he said with a broad grin; he was almost a head taller than me and seemed rather thin and athletic, his short messed blond hair and deep blue eyes gave out the strange impression of permanent joy and energy, kinda stupid too if you ask me. "These will be your fellow friends in the camp."
"Wow." I muttered as I stared at the two girls and the two boys. "And here I was thinking I'd be the only looser to come."
"We were thinking the same thing." quickly snapped the nearest of the two girls, she had short black hair and green eyes, her skin with a bit of a tan, and her figure somewhat on the flat side.
"Now, now, we're supposed to get along." the blond dude made muttered. "Besides, I'm sure you'll have a lot of fun this summer."
"Yeah right!" said one of the two boys, he had red hair and a freckled face, he seemed a couple years younger than me, and was a bit on the chubby side. "How the hell will working in a library be fun?"
"You'll find out soon enough." the blond one said, I noticed there was something odd about his tone, but I pushed it away. "Still, I'll make a short introduction." he pointed at himself. "My name's Eric, and I'll be the one in charge of you kids during the summer, how about you introduce yourselves?"
"Tim." said the red head chubby kid.
"Mike." I said.
"Nina." said the black haired girl from before.
"Trisha." said the second girl, she had long blond hair and brown eyes, her skin was somewhat pale, and I guessed she was a year older than me; her body was nothing short from a buxom diva, and guessing by her demeanor, I had a feeling she was one of those cheerleaders my big brother had talked so much about.
"Doug." said the last one, a kid around the age of Trisha, most likely a year older; he had slightly long dark brown hair and dark green eyes, he somewhat reminded me of one of those... how did my brother call them?... oh, yes, Emos, with almost sick pale skin and a rather very depressed expression.
"Well, now that we know each other's names, how about I show you were you'll sleep?" Eric gleefully commented as he began to walk down the hallway, our weird group began to follow.
"So why are you here?" asked me Tim as we walked.
"Something about me not having enough of a life." I bitterly answered.
"I don't think that can be fixed." Trisha snickered while I chose to keep my comments to myself.
Silence fell onto us as I realized that none of us were there on our own will; -At least I'm not the only one- I thought to myself as I stared at the rows of empty classrooms as we went by.
"Here we are." our guide finally said as he came to a halt in front of one of the rooms. "Girls sleep here, and guys sleep there." he pointed at the one next door. "I suggest you get comfy and begin unloading your stuff, I'll call for food in a couple hours, it's best if you get to know one another a bit more until then."
"Do you actually think I'll sleep in a classroom with no AC?" Trisha complained. "Who do you think I am?"
"As far as I know, you're Trisha." Eric replied with a broad smile. "And unless you rather have a class without windows, or sleep outside, I suggest you take the offer." and with that, he left.
We all sighed as Trisha continued on with her bitching, I was glad I didn't have to be in the same room as her.
The three of us males went into our own *room* and unpacked everything; Doug quickly took a corner near one of the windows and laid with his back against the wall, putting on headphones as he was submerged in his music, ignoring me and Tim entirely.
"At least they cleared off the tables and chairs." I commented as I put on my sleeping-bag on the opposite wall than Doug, also under one of the windows.
"Makes you wonder what's waiting for us this summer." Tim sighed as he placed his own bag in between Doug and my own. "It almost feels like military school but without anything military-like."
"You've been to military school?" I asked, Tim sure didn't seem to have ever done any sort of physical exercise.
"Almost." he replied with a snicker. "My uncle's a drill sergeant, he took me in for the summer a year ago, though I wasn't treated like any of the other kids." he chuckled a bit. "I was lucky back then I had broken my right leg, else I'd have had a really tough time."
"What happened?" I asked.
"Car accident." he limited himself to explain.
Time went by, and neither of us talked any more than a couple monosyllables; eventually, Eric came back and called us for food.
All five of us followed him as he lead through the corridor, he spoke seemingly random things here and there, and guided us out of the building, heading for the second largest one in sight.
"So you all like writing?" he suddenly asked, I found myself being one of the five that gasped.
"What do you know about it?" Trisha remarked bitterly.
"Nothing, Cindy." Eric snickered, and I saw as Trisha lost all color in her face. "What about you, Ulrick?" he said as he turned to Tim, who also went pale. "Or you, Vicky?" this time it was Nina. "Or you, Bobby?" Doug couldn't be any paler, so he just gasped in surprise. "Or you, Bryan?"
I stared at Eric in shock, Bryan was the name of one of the characters I had created, my favorite to be more precise.
"How do you know all this?" I was the one to speak. "I've never told anyone about my characters."
"Makes you wonder what's gonna happen this summer, doesn't it?" Eric said out loud. "You didn't come here by mere coincidence."
He came to a halt as he reached the entrance of the building, turning around to stare at us, a broad grin came to his face.
"This is the line." he muttered. "You can either leave now, or step inside." he continued. "But let me tell you, if you choose to stay, your whole lives will be affected by what you'll find inside." his face suddenly became serious. "You might even die."
The five of us looked at one another with worry, Eric's tone of voice was nothing short from joking, and despite the searing heat from the sun, I felt a shiver go through my body.
"I'm in." spoke Tim first. "I've got nothing better to do for the next three months, so I might as well kill some time."
"Me too." Nina replied. "Don't wanna end up wondering how the hell you found out about my stories."
"I might as well go in too." I sighed. "My parents will kill me if I go back now."
"Ok." were Doug's only words as he also agreed.
"Fine." Trisha muttered. "But you'll have to tell us how you found my story."
"That, is rather simple." Eric's smile returned as he opened the doors, we went inside. "They're already here."
As we went into the library, I noticed the air suddenly became cooler; I looked around, there was nothing else but rows after rows of shelves full of books and some tables here and there; I'm sure that if I were to count them, I'd easily reach the hundreds of thousands of books.
"Here, take these." Eric grabbed something from a table nearby, and handed each one of us a deck of cards, the back of the cards had nothing but a strange black and white seemingly chaotic and entirely random symbol. "There are forty cards on each deck you hold."
"What are these for?" asked Trisha, confused.
"Ok, each of you draw a card and put it in your forehead without looking at the other side of the card." Eric said to us, and since we didn't seem to have a clue as to what was going on, we did as asked; I noticed the cards of the other ones were entirely blank. "Now make a mental image of any of the characters you've invented."
I closed my eyes, and thought for a second about my favorite character, Bryan; as the image in my mind took form, I felt a shudder go through me, and I suddenly felt something was wrong.
"Open your eyes." Eric commanded.
All five of us gasped as the ones standing besides us were no longer the ones from before.
Instead of Tim, there was a tall bearded man with a worn of and half destroyed cape, with clothes that had been dragged through the dessert hundreds of miles, his boots tattered and torn off, and on his hand a dented and half destroyed sword.
In the place where Nina had once stood, now was a beautiful woman, with long blond hair that reached her hips and a rather nice mature body, with ample breasts, thin waist and broad hips; her ears were somewhat pointy, and her clothes were a deep green sort of leather and silk; she had a bow on her hand and a bunch of arrows on her back; I immediately imagined an elven warrior of some sort.
Doug had been replaced by a small boy, about four feet in height, he wore nothing but a full body ninja costume, covering all but his deep red eyes; in his hand, there was a seemingly very sharp katana.
As for Trisha, she had been replaced by... herself?, the only difference was that her hair was somewhat longer, and her clothes had been replaced by a black one piece seemingly meant for a party of sorts.
In shock and surprise, we all stared at one another for a second, then, the realization hit us all at once and we looked down at ourselves; just as I had feared, I had changed as well.
My body was very similar to what it used to be before, though now it was somewhat taller, my hair was long enough for me to realize it was a deep white, my clothes were those of a normal junior high student, with baggy jeans and a somewhat loosened shirt.
I guessed my eyes were golden and that I had a scar in my back, because I was certain the body I was in was the exact same as that of my character, Bryan.
"Ok, now that you've realized you've turned into your own characters, I'll explain the rules of the game a bit." Eric muttered with a broad smile. "Each card you hold will store the information of a one character you've created, if you die while transformed, that card will burn." he continued. "If you run out of cards, you'll cease to exist."
"Wait a minute." I interrupted, my voice was somewhat deeper than what it used to be. "What's going on here?, why did we turn into our characters?, just who are you?"
"That will come, eventually." he stated with a grin. "Now, look at the card you were holding." noticing that the whole deck had vanished and I was holding but one card, I stared down at the card, much to my surprise, there was a photo of *Bryan* in it, and a description about him, from speed, to strength and ability, everything I had imagined about him was written there. "If you repeat the process with a blank card, another character will be added to your deck." Eric began to explain. "A character that's died cannot be brought back, so be very careful."
"But how the hell would we die?" asked Tim, now bearded and seemingly almost unable to speak. "We aren't supposed to fight one another, right?"
"Nope." Eric smiled. "You're supposed to fight the books."
"Books?" Nina said, her voice was a stream of water, a cascade of bird songs, a chorus of chimes. "What books?"
"Let me give you an example." Eric went and grabbed a lonely book on the table and opened it.
In a flash of light, I saw that the book had vanished, and there was a dog standing in front of him; I think it was a Labrador, but had dark brown fur and a rather nice and sharp set of teeth.
The dog suddenly lunged at Tim, who reacted just in time as his sword pierced the creature through the chest as he stumbled back; as the dog died, it turned into ashes, which vanished soon afterwards, the only thing left behind was a small white book.
"You see, this library has a special kind of curse." Eric said. "Every day, one or two of the books within this library will awaken." he pointed at the small white one in front of us. "Just like this one, they'll take the form of any one of the characters best described in it; and said character will most likely attack any who cross their path." he continued. "Now, the problem is, no normal human can defeat them, so, the only way to return them back to normal is while being transformed, like now." he pointed at us. "Your job is to defeat any book that's gained life and avoid it from escaping the university campus."
"Why would we want to do that?" I and Nina asked at the same time.
"Because, the only ones to stop something that's escaped are you." Eric muttered, his tone becoming dark and serious for a moment. "Imagine a wolf that can't be killed and that will eat anyone who crosses it's path." I thought about his words for a second, it gave me a shudder. "Now imagine a dragon, or a dark mage instead."
"But why us?" asked Trisha. "Why not you for example?"
"Because only you can do it." Eric replied. "Every year, I handpick five or six people who've got enough power dormant within them to be able to fight." he continued. "If they manage to survive the summer, they leave with their remaining cards, and are allowed to choose if to ever come back."
"So if we survive we'll be able to use these cards?" asked Tim, staring at his own card for a second.
"Yes." Eric shortly answered. "But the same rules apply, if your character dies, you loose a card."
"I'm in." Tim answered without a second thought.
"Wait a minute." I interrupted. "Is there anything else you might want to tell us?"
"Well, you might want to have your guard up when it comes to famous books or characters." Eric muttered. "The more imagination that's put into it, the stronger it becomes."
Suddenly, a deafening roar interrupted the conversation, it shook the ground and made my ears numb for a second.
"Now, that'll be today's job." Eric pointed at one of the sides of the library, where I managed to see the shadow of something coming out. "You'll have to defeat a sphinx."
As he said this, Eric suddenly bolted towards the entrance door, and before any of us could react, I heard the lock being placed to it as he closed the doors.
"Now, I'd suggest you finish her off here and now." he said from the other side. "It should be easy if you solve her question." he paused for a moment. "Oh, and if you die, you'll wake up in your room tomorrow with one card less, so make sure not to get yourself killed."
There was a long pause as we all heard the footsteps of something walking towards us, coming to a halt no more than twenty feet behind.
"Mortals." all five of us turned our heads to look at the sphinx. "Will you answer my riddle?"
Standing in front of us, the creature had the body of a lion, only three times larger in proportion; with the torso of a naked woman instead of its head, and the wings of an eagle folded behind her.
I looked at its lethal sharp claws, at its strong massive muscles, at its threatening yet calm pose and dangerous golden eyes that seemed hungry for flesh and blood.
All five of us swallowed hard at the sight of the beast.
This was going to be a very long summer vacation.