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Now I Need A New Suit Copyright 2004 - Vangorok (aka Antar)

It was another day like so many before, and the usual was happening again. He was in the kitchen with his preparations of so many different dishes. He is a chef you see. He makes new dishes to serve in his restaurant. I am his helper. I help him get things when he needs me to every now and again, whatever he may need when the time arises for it.

I am his and he makes me do what ever he likes, so getting those things for him is one of them. Little did I know then how different this day would be after all! But this is what happened, I assure you!

Occasionally, he sent me to other places in the house, when he thought of something he wanted. It was routine for me since it has went on for some time, but it is great, doing for him what makes him happy.

I loved being able to serve him, it suited me. I did it all the time, this was part of who I was.

A time came when his knife slipped and bounced off of the edge of the counter, turning right at him and falling to the floor with a clatter. I was worried, because this had not happened before. Something had to have been wrong. He flexed his hand and looked down at the knife as if it had hurt him. "Come finish cutting these, Erik. I will return in a moment." He placed a new knife on the table, and took the one that fell to the floor, walking from the room.

"Yes sir, I will do so Sir," I walked over and started cutting, to finish what he had begun. I was worried about what could have happened. Some time passed, in which I cut the vegetables as I was instructed. After about two hours, he returned. I was worried, because he was still angry. No, he was angrier now than he was when he left earlier. I moved out of his way, and looked at him with questioning eyes, but I was afraid to say anything.

Walking over, he checked my work, and gently slapped me on my back, "Good work, Boy. You're dismissed for now. I will find you if I may need something else later."

I walked out of the kitchen and sat down to read a book in another room, waiting for my master to call for me.

He smiled and took the knife from the table again. He did not have the one with him that he had when he left, once he returned, after all.

Things steadily got louder, the chopping, clanging, other noises, some that I didn't know what they were. Some of them really worried me, and some even frightened me. I could also hear my master's ferocious words echoing through the halls. I just sat there reading my book, looking over it every now and then, afraid of what my Master was doing, in doubt as to whether I should look and see what was happening or not.

The noises continued to grow louder and more frequent, and then everything suddenly went completely silent. Not even a pan clattered to the floor, or a knife hitting the cutting table again.

I looked up again, waiting for a noise but nothing was to be heard. I stood up, ready to walk into the kitchen. I still doubted rather or not I should go and see what had happened, but I decided to take a look after all and walked to the kitchen. The room was completely destroyed, and there was no metal anywhere, which was odd. All of them were gone, the utensils, the pans, everything! And my master was crouched in a corner of the room, his chest heaving, as if he was worn out.

I noticed that the counters were undisturbed, but there was food scattered everywhere. The scene was so shocking, all I could do was just stand there and look around, taking it all in, in confusion for a few moments. Unable to say a word, I looked around in shock until my eyes saw my master. Even then, I still couldn't say something then.

He slowly forced himself to a stand when he saw me. He limped over toward me. He was flushed to a red everywhere and his breathing was labored. His eyes flashed and he growled, "What- a mess. Go, boy."

I could not think, so I said, "What Sir? Where should I go? Let me help you."

"I don't care, Erik. I can deal with this, just go."

I was torn over rather to obey him or help him, so I stood there a moment, "But Sir..."

He was clearly hurt, but I had no idea as to how or where, or what I could do about it, but I did know one thing. I could help him clean up this mess. "I think you need help Sir, you're hurt. What has happened here? I can't leave you now." I walked over to help my master instead.

He sighed and gave in, letting me help him, as it would take him forever to clean this mess in his current shape. "I need to sit down." He goes to sit to rest and sighs.

"Please sit then Sir," I helped him sit down and started cleaning up the mess. "What has happened Sir?"

He shook his head, "Good question." He had never lost control like that before. He would not say more than that as he concentrated on regaining his composure.

I said nothing more and turned around to clean up the mess in the kitchen. After a few minutes, his breathing had settled and his color returned to normal. I still continued to clean. Once he stood, he helped me finish cleaning the destroyed kitchen. He didn't have to do that, I was happy to clean it all for him, but I did not say that to him. "Thank you Sir, are you alright?"

Once it was clean, he walked over to me and placed his arm over my shoulder, and together, we walked from the room. He was still hurt, but not nearly as bad as he had seemed at first. "Yes, I will be fine, Erik, thank you dear boy. I suppose you might as well know what that was."

"If I may say so Sir, I don't know, but you are welcome Sir, I serve you so this is in my nature to do."

Walking with him, we go to a place with a few seats and he motions to the seat across from him. I sat down across from my Master as he removed his rubber garment he always wore hen he was in the kitchen. As he did, you can see it is shredded in several places, by the light faintly shining through the tears in it. He then took his seat again, and dropped the useless suit to the floor. "And you do well, Erik."

"Thank you, Master," I said as I sat, ready to listen to him.

"I don't think in all of this time you have ever disobeyed me as you just did. But your motives were right, and that is what counts above doing as I say. You made the decision to help and serve me over obeying me."

"I hope you don't mind Sir. Will I be punished Sir?"

He nodded and continued, "No of course not! Quite the opposite, Erik!"

"You are sure Sir?" I looked at my Master with big eyes, amazed at what he had said.

"Let me explain a few things to you. Since I was small, I have been able to alter matter when the circumstances arise. Earlier, I dropped my knife. It was not comfortable in my hand. It cut my suit, so I had to fix it. I changed the knife into a patch for my suit."

"What? That is so cool Sir" my eyes got even bigger as I looked at him in awe.

"No big deal, I had done it so many times before. But something happened, I still don't know what. But somehow, the seal didn't work. You see it must be sealed into its new shape, for it to settle. It has always worked before. But somehow, I guess it got warped, and it started to draw all of the other metals, to free it. I was mixing the vegetables in my mixing bowls when a pan suddenly hit me in my back.

"How strange Sir, what happened next?"

"I turned around to see if maybe you or someone else has thrown it, but there was no one there.

"It wasn't me, Sir" I interjected defensively.

"Well, I was already furious from earlier- yes I know it wasn't you, Erik. I went back to mixing and it happened again. I whirled and threw the mixing bowl- at no one. So there went the days work, or a majority of it. I had to start all over again."

I looked at him with big eyes, not knowing if this was possible or if it had really happened. "Oh Sir, that's awful!"

"Yes it was, but I could not use what I had just wasted, throwing it to the floor. Anyway, the more I went on, the knives started attacking me, and so did everything else! At first, I could defend myself against the kitchen itself attacking me. But I was soon overwhelmed and everything was coming at me. It didn't take long for my suit to be destroyed. But a small piece, the patch, was cut free and the rubber I had made it into unraveled, replaced again by the knife.

"I backed into a corner, hiding as best as I could, but then once it was free, all of the attackers suddenly left. Just- gone."

"Wow what a story Sir"

He turned his head to the side and eyed me critically, "You don't believe me, do you Erik?"

"I know something has happened there Sir, it's hard to believe this was it, and to be honest, I don't know if I believe you, but you are my Master Sir, I think I have no right to question you." I swallowed hard, not wanting to upset him and sat further back into the chair. The way he was looking at me, made me want to hide inside the chair, it was frightening. And he was bigger than me too, I am only about six feet tall and one hundred seventy pounds to his six foot two and easily two hundred.

He shook his head, "Well, that is where you are wrong, boy. You may serve me, but you are still able to think for yourself. It may not be good to express your thoughts, and you don't, that is good, if they might disagree with mine, but that does not mean you can not think it regardless." After a short pause, he continued, "But, I can tell you one thing. I wouldn't believe me either, if I had heard what I just did. So don't worry about it."

I relaxed some with that, "I won't Master, thank you for your nice words, but I feel I serve you and that it's my nature to do it well, so I can't help but thinking it in this way, but I guess I believe you now Sir."

"Just like that, Erik?" He grew a bit angrier then, "Is it that simple, boy?"

"I don't know, I think I have to see it first, but you sound for real. Is there a way you can show me Sir?"

"I will just have to prove it to you then, I suppose."

"Could you Sir?"

"Sure, I was planning on it anyway, after all. Why else would I tell you my secret, other than the fact that you had experienced it, and it made no sense?" He picked up his shredded suit and tossed it at you. "See that?"

I caught it, a bit confused, but responded, "yes sir."

"Surely he must be dead now... But he witnessed my power." His mood grew darker with this, as if he was about to relay the story he was remembering, but then went on to say, "And since it is now useless-" and then my hands went numb, the bones inside them dissolving and my skin turned to black. The suit I was holding fell onto my lap as I could not hold it for some reason. "Now I need a new one." My arms went limp and did the same change as my hands, as my chest froze.

"Sir, what are you doing to me, Sir? You wanted to show me, not change me Sir?" I panicked as I saw what was happening to my hands and looked to him pleadingly.

"How else can I show you, Erik?" he paused, and continued, "It's a shame too, I will probably never find anyone as good as you, Erik. Most people don't respect those they serve. You are a rare breed, boy." I am hollowing out and remaining whole, thinning into a sleek rubber suit for him, as he is only slightly bigger. As if in response to that feeling, I felt myself growing slightly as my body sank outward into my blackening skin, pressing into the outside, but not expanding.

"Sir if I can serve you this way sir, I'll do it with pleasure," I realized as he continued, that he had no intention of stopping, so I gave in to what was going to happen anyway.

He smiles warmly and nods, "I'm glad you feel that way. Don't worry, you won't be disappointed."

"Thank you Sir, I love to be yours Sir" I feel totally empty inside, but yet I still feel whole.

My face then receded into the back of my head and yet I could still see, hear and smell everything just as I had before this started. My thinking remained clear, and even though I could not speak, I felt as though I could still communicate with him somehow. My feet began to fade away into my skin at this point.

Sighing, I saw him stand and walk over to the chair I now rested in, "But don't worry, Erik. As long as you don't get cut or injured somehow, I will take the best care of you." He picked me up and ran a finger gently down my chest and as he did, my front opened up revealing the way for him to get inside of me.

He did, and I felt him press himself against me, and I found that I fit him marvelously. I could feel every part of him snugly, as if I was a new layer of skin upon him. He ran his finger back up my chest, sealing himself inside of me as I closed up behind his finger.

Unlike his last suit, which now lay on the floor at our feet, which was just that, I could still think and feel everything. All of my senses remained intact, and I have a hood, unlike the last one, through which I can still see through a one way vision. So I have my head to see and hear with as well.

"You did not witness it, but I had to do something, my suit was ruined. But you can hear me, so it is worth the trade, yes? And you get to serve me forever and not have to fear me for anything. I would not have it any other way, myself. But I will never be able to find a servant to replace you, for you were great to me."

From then on, he stopped wearing anything but me. Since he was now able to do his work with a lot more pride and comfort. He also had a companion that would always listen to him and be there, his work grew even better, and he became one of the greatest chefs in a wide area in many years. And he continued to get better with me always at his side, and other places...

The end for now... A sequel is being planned out as I type this...

(This was edited, changing the perspectives from second to first, from Erik's point of view. I hope you all like it!! ?)

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