Battle Ground XVII

A skill to manipulate the rain explains the heavy down pour that night, and yet I feel this eerie shiver inside my veins as if it was Hades himself trying to halt my circulation. Whenever an opponent walks inside my battleground, I feel like dying; fear, indeed, is the poison that was about to end my damn life.

Cross Apocalypse raised her scythe – the Grimm, and then calmly, she spoke;

“Please make sure you are willing to gamble your life.” with an evil smirk by her luscious lips.

“I bet when you turn older, you’ll be more of a woman than I am… well, that is if you survive.” replied Vaile.

“Do not be vain, for over confidence might just be the right tool for a suicide.” Cross told her then immediately disappeared.

From that point on, they only exchanged impacts physically but both of them never seemed to get tired. One attacks, the other dodges… It was a plain pattern. After the downfall a million of rain drops, Vaile was at the brink of her life, and so she decided to finally use her skill, not to win, but to survive Apocalypse’s wrath.

“Finish her already.” I commanded Cross. She was my weak marionette who obeys my every command for she fears me. I forced her to kill Vaile quickly because I’m scared that someone might beat us. Yes, I do have confidence but this time, I was a bit paranoid… but I have no idea why. My fear was discreetly devouring my consciousness.

“Cease!” Vaile screamed for herself. Then the rain stopped pouring and she bowed her head after, and slowly said “Freeze.” Every drop of rain turned to ice… she tilts her head up and then looked at Cross Apocalypse with such coldness… Quickly, the ices were like little knives scraping her skin cell by cell.

Cross Apocalypse could barely make a move after Vaile used her dreadful skill.

“You bitch! Stand up! I can’t afford to lose!” I shouted with such rage.

“I am sorry master.” She apologized then slowly stood up.

She kept fighting Vaile though she could not stand anymore. She raised her scythe once again but more ice kept on slaughtering her.

The Drips and drops that I heard were not the whining of the rain but Cross Apocalypse’s blood running down her puny body.

“You’re frickin’ hopeless!” I shouted.

“You know Frankenstein, if you didn't pushed your character your character too much, she would’ve won. She lost track of her own strategies due to your worthless commands.” Vaile told me then stood up.

Lionel Henri Hilliard didn’t gave a shit about what happened as if he knew I was about to mess up this battle for Cross Apocalypse. I do feel the guilt yet the reaper is to take the blame for her weak attacks.

Our opponents just walked away like nothing happened. Though Vaile did admit that she would have lost, I was still not satisfied with our loss.

Cross Apocalypse was just lying on the ground like a corpse, so I perpetually kicked her ‘til she wakes up.

“Wake up!” I shouted.

Then she slowly opened her eyes which were bursting with tears.

“Please don’t get rid of me master, I promise this would not happen again, I beg of you master, please don’t leave me!” she was a mere helpless dog begging for mercy but I still could not forgive her.

She knelt before me and said;

“Please, I will do anything for your forgiveness master.”

Battle Ground XVI

Revelation – a noun used to name an unknown fact that was dramatically unveiled; and is the right word to define what just happened back there about the Alpha and Omega.

I refused Greene’s plan so that revelation was pretty irrelevant. But I know for a fact that my reaper is the one that’s going to be on top of this retched game, with or without her brother, I am confident that she will be the key to my victory.

“You ready master?” we we’re still inside my room when Apocalypse asked.

“Yes, let me just put on my coat.”

We were about to go outside to search for a new opponent because rumors were spreading that only 5 players are left… so I was one of them, Greene is included in the count too… So I guess we have to obliterate the remaining 3.

“Ooohh... Master, it’s raining outside!” she childishly voiced out.

“Bring an umbrella for me.”

“Yes master.”

“We might have to be careful sir, I feel a strange aura within the rain, and it must be the cause of another opponent.” Grim said.

“Well, that’s great. We don’t have to find the prey because it’s looking for us already.” I replied calmly.

And when we got outside, Cross won’t shut up about the rain;

“Grim! Look! The rain is so pretty!” she shouted over and over again.

“Yes dear reaper isn’t the human world wonderful?” said Grimm.

“Yes Grimm, it is. Oh I wish I could stay here forever, grow old and have a man which they call a ‘husband’! Wouldn’t that be so delightful?”

“Yes dear reaper, it would.”

“Shut up you two and bring the umbrella near me.” I commanded. But Apocalypse, with Grimm on her hands, shared my umbrella, so I pushed her. “Get away! If I don’t get enough shade, I might get sick, and with me having a fever, you two are worthless!” I shouted.

Finally, as the opponent and I sought for each other, we found ourselves under an overpass near the expressway.

“Lionel, could you believe the fabled Frankenstein is just boy? Hahahaha.” A seductive woman wearing lingerie shouted. She had big bosoms and had an extremely beautiful curve; indeed, she captured my shallow lust.

“Oh, how rude of me – “a fine man spoke, “I am Lionel Henri Hilliard, and this is my character, Vaile Gwynevere, who alters the atmosphere’s condensation, or as you low lives call it, RAIN.”

Battle Ground XV

Moments passed by and I finally noticed Chaos Genesis’s wounds, I caught a glimpse of his scars, though abrupt and obscure, I saw how deep each of his wounds were.

“May I ask something Greene?” I humbly questioned.

“Yes, you can. What is it lad?”

“Those wounds, I was wondering why you gave it to him.”

“Oh dear Frankenstein, it is merely how I train him.”

“It seems like he has been punished a lot.”

“It was definitely not my fault that he won’t show his full potential in battle.”

I could not answer anything anymore, not even a word nor was a sigh for it extremely cruel. Yet if I think about it clearly, he and Chaos Genesis survived ‘til now, it obviously means his character has the skill to steal my victory. If I train Cross Apocalypse the way he does with Chaos Genesis, maybe they wouldn’t even dare to get close to me.

“Anyway, why did you invite us here?” I asked Clinton Greene.

“Why ask me when Grimm can answer your question?” he said then smirked.

“Grimm, spit it.” I commanded.

“God said himself that he is the beginning and the end, he himself is the alpha and omega. I’ve concluded that maybe when brought closer and fought as one, maybe, just maybe, they could achieve a Godlike prowess. But of course, I know both of you won’t give up your own character for there is too much at stake. Still, I am quite awfully interested if my theory might be right.” He explained.

“So, what you’re saying is, we should work together?” Greene asked.

“Quite an exquisite idea Lord Greene. May you?” Grimm replied.

“Well – “Greene was about to say something, but I interrupted.

“I definitely refuse. If some douche will achieve that victory, it would be me, only me.”

“But Frankenstein, don’t think so hastily. We could obliterate the remaining players, and when there is the only the two of us standing, we could finally kill each other, whoever wins will have both of our characters and of course, own Xenos and finally grab everything he lusts.” Greene contradicted.

At that point, I was finally going to change my mind but what if Greene out smarted me. Damn, I’m at the brink of my nightmare yet I can’t finish it just by agreeing. And finally, I replied;

“I refuse.”

Battle Ground XIV

“Sir, Good morning. I've arrange an appointment with another gamer.” Grimm told me.

“Gamer? Who?” I was confused.

It was early that morning when the scythe woke me up. It must be something important if he single handedly bothered me.

“The gamer who owns Cross Apocalypse’s brother – Chaos Genesis, Clinton Greene.” It answered.

“Another battle?”

“No sir, just a formal appointment.”

“You dare bother me for a ‘formal’ appointment? You damn--”

“Sir…” it interrupted, “This is an important revelation for our dear reaper. It might uncover more skills or a gain of prowess for her.”

I agreed.

“Okay, we must take Cross Apocalypse with us. You must be properly groomed later 4:30 pm. We will meet Lord Greene at the old abandoned building near north.” Grimm instructed us.

I wonder what the appointment is all about. Why would Grimm think of such? I guess this must be relevant and interesting for it. To meet an opponent, but the whole play’s goal is to not kill him; quite unbearable, especially for Cross Apocalypse.

It was breezy that afternoon when the three of us left the house.

“Where are we going?” Cross Apocalypse asked.

“I don’t know, ask Grimm.”

“Hey Grimm! Are we going to the carnival I saw on TV?” she asked again.

“Our destination is a lot more delightful than a puny carnival dear reaper.” Grimm answered.

After a while, we finally entered the ghost structure. As we entered, an eerie chill ran down through my spine.

“Welcome Frankenstein.” A voice spoke.

I got pissed and shouted “The name’s Frank N. Stein, asshole.”

“Relax dude.” And then he came down. “I am Clinton Greene, Chaos Genesis, show yourself.”

And slowly, another reaper came out of the darkness; he was the so called Chaos Genesis. This reaper had a dark red hair; the color of his eyes is deep crimson, if deceives all that stares upon it as if it was painted with mystery. He is a beautiful young man. He was wearing a fine uniform that matches Cross Apocalypse’s. And alas, I’ve remembered, he is her brother.

He calmly came forward and looked at Clinton Greene.

“Yes Chaos Genesis, you may talk to your beloved sister.” Greene told him.

Chaos Genesis calmly walked towards Cross Apocalypse. Then, when they came face to face, he gently played with her soft pink hair and said “Apocalypse my dear, have you forgotten who I am?”

“You are my opponent; therefore I shall reveal no information unless commanded by my master.” She replied.

“I honestly don’t give a damn.” He, again, touched her hair and gently felt her angelic face and added “I am Alpha, and you are Omega, we are one” then kissed her forehead.