This is something I made to break my writer's block. Enjoy!
I sat there, using every ounce of my wit to send my opponent directly into my trap. My heart pounding with anticipation, my opponent made his move. The air was quiet, yet carried a heavy uptight feel. The smell of furniture, stale air, soda, and some salty aroma I believe had been my own sweat fill my nostrils. So much was on the line. It felt like my mind would explode from all this concentrating. I look up, my challenger has a calm look on his face. He sat on the other end, his eyes focus on the site of the battle. I grin as I knew he didn't know what hit him.
Since the start of this little game, I had this whole situation planned out. After making my first move, I lured him in. Then I took the offensive and taken a good portion of his resistance. He retaliated with his own offence, soon we fought with all we had. The battle slowed down, soon became a suspenseful skirmish of wits. I racked my brain of every possible strategy and trying to figure out my opponent's next possible moves. My scientific adversary had a look of amusement since my last action, finding it entertaining that I had enough mental power to last this long. It frustrated me to no end. Just because he's a genius, doesn't make him better then everyone else. After this, I will have proved that fact.
I made my move, confident that it will put an end to this little game and claim my prize.
"Check," I said to him. I gave a grin that would make the Cheshire Cat proud. I knew he would he had no way out and could only make the moves I want him to make. He fell right into my trap. This grin, however, became short lived when he made his next move. My smirk waned into a facial expression of horror. My mind went into shock, my heart froze, my eyes were as wide as physically possible, and it felt as if my whole world shattered at the scene. For a moment, I thought I hallucinated that he done that. This wasn't to be as he confirmed my terror as he said the word that ended it all.
"Checkmate." He said with a sincere smile.
I couldn't believe it. Not only did he slip out of my trap, but he also came out victorious in that one little move. There had to be a mistake, there was no way that could be possible. After scanning the entire battle field twice, I grudging knew he was right. In one move, he beat me…
So this was it, I had to give him my prized possession. He held out his hand for his well-earned reward.
I sighed, "Ok Ok, you won." I reached into my backpack, and took out my first picture of Misty Breeze which was signed by said weather forecaster. I very reluctantly gave it to Tech, that know-it-all coyote, as he smirked.
"Thanks Duck," he said. He then began to proceed the process of slowly ripping and shredding it into my pieces right in front of my eyes. When he finally finished, he threw the pieces into the air and got up. "Better luck next time."
As he got and started to walk away, I said the only thing that described my feelings toward this act of blasphemy. I screamed it at the top of my lungs.
"TECH, YOU'RE DISPICABLE!"
That's it for this one-shot. Have a nice day, thanks for reading.