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.