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.”