Battle Ground V

OFFLINE

BATTLE GROUND 5

“WAKE UP!”

“What the crap are you doin’?!”

“Master, I am waking you up. You clearly made a command last night to wake you up at exactly 7:00 am”

“Really? I did?”

“Yes master, you did.”

It was already Saturday. I had the whole day to train her; I took her to the farthest part of the park where no one goes, just to make sure it’ll be safe for us to discover her skills. For a character labeled as “Cross Apocalypse” she is pretty weak for her massive name. I mean, who would expect a charlotte behind a bloodlust title.

As we were discovering how her agility is, I noticed that Cross completely spaced out. She was no longer moving, she was just staring at the sky. It was quite weird, maybe her program messed up.

“Master, someone’s coming.” She said calmly with her head bowing down. All I can utter was the word “What?” and a couple of minutes of silence from her, the breeze became more and more violent. And as I shivered with fear, “Hiatus has begun.” She spoke with a furious tone, “Get ready master, I will now serve my purpose.” She added.

The wind made the place as if it has been passed by a huge tornado, yet my fear was larger. The violent breeze was carrying something, or worse, someone. My eyes opened widely as two personas landed on the ground.

“Frankenstein.” He voiced out.

“If you are a gamer of Hiatus, You must be mistaken; I am Elmo Luis Frank Navy Stein.”

“Then I am not mistaken, you clearly told me you are Frankenstein.”

“No, you got it all wrong. You see, I am not the so called ‘Frankenstein’ I am Frank, my middle name is N and my surname is Stein, So as you can see, I am not the one you are referring to.”

“Oh dear Frankenstein, let us start the battle, shall we?”

Damn. Now I got a stupid nickname, Frankenstein, shit! This player is quite a gentleman for a gamer. He wore expensive clothing; I think that kind of outfit is worn during a tournament match in golf, which means he must really be rich. But he’s character was more interesting. His character wore an eighteenth century tuxedo with a black Jaxon hat from the same time line; he also had a black cane and a lorgnette, a type of eye glasses for only an eye. Generally, his character seemed an eighteenth century gentleman.

As I spaced out at the moment, the character begun to speak;

“Don’t worry dear child, I will sing you praises before the kill.”