The New Chapter 11
When he could maintain consciousness, all Kurt could feel was his head holding up a motionless body. He could not feel his feet on the ground or the arm with the wounded shoulder.
He looked over to his badly injured left arm to see that the nerves in it were causing spasms. He tried to stop them but decided to work with the less bruised parts of his body. He looked over to his other arm to see that he had some control over it; his senses were coming back.
As his vision was completely restored, his eyes moved to his neck, which was being choked by Dante. He could not feel his legs on the ground because they were not on the ground.
“You’re up?”
He nodded.
“Good. I don’t want to beat on a corpse.”
With that he threw the man towards the wall of the dome.
Kurt expected to hit the ground but continued to fall. He looked up towards Dante who he discovered to be standing on a small platform in the middle of the stage. Being familiar with this obstacle, he looked down to discover, not to his surprises, giant metal spikes.
Now that all his body, with the exception of his one arm, was under his control, he reached for his shuriken and thrusted them into the wall. He swung himself up and continued to throw his knives into the wall until his suctions let him sit on them.
“You’re back to normal?”
He tried to ignore the immense pain in his arm, but felt lucky the blood bullets had passed right through, “More or less.”
“Then get down here and fight me like a man.”
Kurt was disgusted by that, “Don’t tell me to fight like a man when you use your humanity as bullets to kill the innocent. You should hold onto the little humanity you have left before you become a lifeless corpse!”
Dante growled and set his aim for Kurt. He quickly jumped out of the spot from which he hung towards another.
Dante turned towards the spot where he had jumped. No longer hindered by the smoke, his aim was almost perfect.
Kurt’s catlike instincts would normally have been more than enough to dodge the bullets, but with his injury, it took two times the amount of effort to just barely evade the attack.
He then decided that he could not run away, he needed to attack. He started throwing his knives at the platform. He held on to the strings as he jumped around. None of them connected with his enemy, but only stuck into the elevated platform he was standing on. Luckily, the platform was what he was aiming for.
After successfully dodging thousands of bullets and imbedding 16 shuriken into the floor of the platform Dante stood on, he pulled out a lighter, surprisingly with his weaker hand, and held it close to the group of strings he had attached to the knives.
Dante aimed his gun at him, but halted his assault, “What do you think you’re doing?”
“These threads are very flammable. In addition, my shuriken are covered with gunpowder. You do the math.”
He had no idea what to do. He looked up and watched Kurt ignite the threads. He looked around. Jumping to the sides would lead to him falling into the spikes. Jumping up would not help because he would just fall back into the explosion. He looked at the clock. It read 4:02. He snickered and jumped as high as he could into the air.
Quickly halted by the ceiling, Dante looked down to see that not only was the flame on the strings inching there way towards that platform, the spikes were going back into the floor as well as the platform.
Kurt watched from the side as the fire hit the knives. All 16 of them exploded simultaneously. Dante was not in the middle of the blast like he had planned, but fell into most of it.
His body was pushed to the top of the dome and disgracefully fell onto the floor of the arena. His coat was blown off revealing a black leather sleeveless vest with burn marks covering his arms and neck.
The boss was extremely angry, “I need to get him off the walls.” He pushed another button on his panel sending a current of electricity through the inner walls of the dome.
Kurt felt a shock through his body and jumped down onto the arena floor. He walked over towards Dante, who was lying face up on the ground. Kurt shook his head at the man. He felt bad for him. The hatred that he had felt for he who had given away his humanity for power turned into a sympathy that touched him very deeply. For someone to be so alone and so desperate was sad. Kurt bent down and began to pray for the man. He prayed for his spirit to be saved, for the speck of humanity he saw in his heart to overwhelm the rest of his being. He prayed, in case the demonic aura had completely decimated the flickering light in the darkness, that in death he will find more happiness than in life. He did not want him to be alone.
He opened his eyes to see that Dante was not dead. His eyes were open and it seemed as though he was trying to say something, “I… hear… your… prayer…. I… I…”
Kurt crawled over to the dying body, “Tell me.”
His pathetic face expression instantly changed into one of pure anger and hatred, “I do not want your sympathy!”
He took his gun arm and smacked his sympathizer in the face.
Kurt jumped back and felt his bruised cheek with his working arm. The man was despicable.
Kurt was not the only one who felt that way. Inside the sphere, Van felt a miniature hurricane coming from Fiona. He had noticed the more she saw of he fight, the angrier she looked and the more ferocious the wind within the bubble felt. He had no idea of the power over wind she had.
Kurt looked up from the ground towards the demon Dante had become. He was barely standing, using all of his energy to hold up his gun arm with his human hand; it was aimed at Kurt.
“You’re a monster.”
“Shut up!”
He shot at his enemy who was too weak to move.
Kurt closed his eyes and watched the bullets that were constructed of the materials in the blood of the man who replaced his arm with a machine of destruction so that he could attain the title of the ‘perfect assassin.’
He watched blood pump into the gun arm, the bullets leaving the barrel of his arm, them moving closer and closer. At the tip of the numerous bullets, he saw different points of his life playing out on the transformed blood of Dante. He saw the Merr scientists giving him his first gun. He saw him kill for the first time. He saw the first bystander he had hit on accident during a gang war and the pain he felt but ignored. He saw the ninja who saved him during the ambush. In the bullet heading straight towards his heart, he saw Van and Fiona. The first two people who liked him for him and not for his ability to kill.
He felt tears streaming down his face. He closed his eyes in hopes to stop them from coming out; he was absolutely prepared for Death and did not want to face the Grim Reaper enveloped by fear and sadness.
At the time Kurt had figured the bullets would hit him, he heard a loud explosion that pushed him into the wall of the dome; he was forced to think otherwise. He opened his eyes to discover a petrified Dante. He looked down a bit to see what had saved him. It was the final obstacle.
From the ground had come multiple rods with orbs attached to the top, orbs which he knew from experience to be explosives on impact.
“No…. I was so close…”
Kurt felt a sudden rush. He could move; it was as though his near death experience had summoned up all the latent adrenalin he had hidden within him. He ran around behind his enemy and threw his shuriken at an angle so that they would not touch one of the numerous bombs that sprouted from the ground.
Dante turned around and jumped high into the air, dodging the knives. He took aim and fired. With that his target disappeared, similar to the time he used his copycat attack.
His bullets hit numerous bombs in the area that Kurt was in. He started randomly shooting in midair to no avail. All he managed to make contact with were bombs, causing a chain reaction on the others. In no time, all of the obstacles were gone leaving only a cloud of smoke as a trace.
When he landed, Dante looked around for Kurt. He shot into the smoke and found nothing. He started to cough profusely, “I… need… more… blood.” He tried to spit, but found that his gun arm had used up not only a majority of his blood, but his saliva as well.
“Where are you!?”
“Here I am.”
From out of the smoke came Kurt holding his short sword with his long blond hair flowing behind him. He readied his hand to cut through his enemy when Dante put up his arm and managed to shoot at him.
Dante watched as the bullets passed through the head of Kurt. He had won; Kurt was dead! That was his mindset until he saw that what he had shot was an illusion of Kurt. He felt an arm grab his gun arm from behind him.
“I’m saving you, ya know?”
He sighed, “Yeah.”
He took out his kodachi and cut through his gun arm. He held the weapon and felt his body fall to the ground; there was no blood dripping from the arm.
The crowd was in a daze. No one knew what was going on, for the smoke from the bombs had covered up a lot of the final moments of the battle. From out of the smoke they saw a figuring holding something above his head. As he walked closer to the wall, they saw that it was the gun arm.
Everyone was in complete shock. A traitor defeated their champion. They were all silent with the exception of the boss who was screaming at the top of his lungs.
Fiona had calmed down, stopping the tornados she had started in the bubble.
Everything seemed to be fine until the boss pushed another button, “He is not dead! This traitor shall die!”
The walls of the dome began to spin inwards; the dome was shrinking.
Fiona’s rage was rekindled, and with it the ferocious wind she had mysteriously been creating, “You promised!”
The boss hit the bubble, “Shut up, woman! I will do whatever I want!”
She noticed Kurt clawing at the on the shrinking walls of the battle dome. That was her last straw.
Van looked up at her. Her fists were clenched and her eyes had rolled back into her head. The wind was getting to strong for him to sit still. It pushed him to the wall of the bubble, and even harder so. He felt it stretching underneath him until he cracked and broke straight through it. He flew into the crowd and was caught by a group of thugs who had been watching the orb expanding due to Fiona’s wind power.
Van looked back at her. There was a ferocious storm surrounding the knight. Her long dark hair was blowing behind her as her feet rested on a pocket of air she seemed to be controlling. Underneath Fiona’s feet was the boss, “I will deal with you later.”
She moved her arm in a circle so fast that a miniature tornado formed around it. As she flew towards the shrinking arena, she wound her arm up for a punch. As she connected with the dome, the current of electricity used to keep the audience away directed itself towards her hand. Huge volts of electricity gathered at her tornado fist, but eventually the generator creating the waves gave out and she broke straight through the arena.
“Are you ok, Kurt?”
He jumped through the hole she created, “Yeah.”
She flew back to the boss who had crawled up into the fetal position.
Fiona made another tornado fist, “So, big boss,” he cringed. “Are you going to give us what we want, or am I going to have to beat you with your own legs?
He looked over to his badly injured left arm to see that the nerves in it were causing spasms. He tried to stop them but decided to work with the less bruised parts of his body. He looked over to his other arm to see that he had some control over it; his senses were coming back.
As his vision was completely restored, his eyes moved to his neck, which was being choked by Dante. He could not feel his legs on the ground because they were not on the ground.
“You’re up?”
He nodded.
“Good. I don’t want to beat on a corpse.”
With that he threw the man towards the wall of the dome.
Kurt expected to hit the ground but continued to fall. He looked up towards Dante who he discovered to be standing on a small platform in the middle of the stage. Being familiar with this obstacle, he looked down to discover, not to his surprises, giant metal spikes.
Now that all his body, with the exception of his one arm, was under his control, he reached for his shuriken and thrusted them into the wall. He swung himself up and continued to throw his knives into the wall until his suctions let him sit on them.
“You’re back to normal?”
He tried to ignore the immense pain in his arm, but felt lucky the blood bullets had passed right through, “More or less.”
“Then get down here and fight me like a man.”
Kurt was disgusted by that, “Don’t tell me to fight like a man when you use your humanity as bullets to kill the innocent. You should hold onto the little humanity you have left before you become a lifeless corpse!”
Dante growled and set his aim for Kurt. He quickly jumped out of the spot from which he hung towards another.
Dante turned towards the spot where he had jumped. No longer hindered by the smoke, his aim was almost perfect.
Kurt’s catlike instincts would normally have been more than enough to dodge the bullets, but with his injury, it took two times the amount of effort to just barely evade the attack.
He then decided that he could not run away, he needed to attack. He started throwing his knives at the platform. He held on to the strings as he jumped around. None of them connected with his enemy, but only stuck into the elevated platform he was standing on. Luckily, the platform was what he was aiming for.
After successfully dodging thousands of bullets and imbedding 16 shuriken into the floor of the platform Dante stood on, he pulled out a lighter, surprisingly with his weaker hand, and held it close to the group of strings he had attached to the knives.
Dante aimed his gun at him, but halted his assault, “What do you think you’re doing?”
“These threads are very flammable. In addition, my shuriken are covered with gunpowder. You do the math.”
He had no idea what to do. He looked up and watched Kurt ignite the threads. He looked around. Jumping to the sides would lead to him falling into the spikes. Jumping up would not help because he would just fall back into the explosion. He looked at the clock. It read 4:02. He snickered and jumped as high as he could into the air.
Quickly halted by the ceiling, Dante looked down to see that not only was the flame on the strings inching there way towards that platform, the spikes were going back into the floor as well as the platform.
Kurt watched from the side as the fire hit the knives. All 16 of them exploded simultaneously. Dante was not in the middle of the blast like he had planned, but fell into most of it.
His body was pushed to the top of the dome and disgracefully fell onto the floor of the arena. His coat was blown off revealing a black leather sleeveless vest with burn marks covering his arms and neck.
The boss was extremely angry, “I need to get him off the walls.” He pushed another button on his panel sending a current of electricity through the inner walls of the dome.
Kurt felt a shock through his body and jumped down onto the arena floor. He walked over towards Dante, who was lying face up on the ground. Kurt shook his head at the man. He felt bad for him. The hatred that he had felt for he who had given away his humanity for power turned into a sympathy that touched him very deeply. For someone to be so alone and so desperate was sad. Kurt bent down and began to pray for the man. He prayed for his spirit to be saved, for the speck of humanity he saw in his heart to overwhelm the rest of his being. He prayed, in case the demonic aura had completely decimated the flickering light in the darkness, that in death he will find more happiness than in life. He did not want him to be alone.
He opened his eyes to see that Dante was not dead. His eyes were open and it seemed as though he was trying to say something, “I… hear… your… prayer…. I… I…”
Kurt crawled over to the dying body, “Tell me.”
His pathetic face expression instantly changed into one of pure anger and hatred, “I do not want your sympathy!”
He took his gun arm and smacked his sympathizer in the face.
Kurt jumped back and felt his bruised cheek with his working arm. The man was despicable.
Kurt was not the only one who felt that way. Inside the sphere, Van felt a miniature hurricane coming from Fiona. He had noticed the more she saw of he fight, the angrier she looked and the more ferocious the wind within the bubble felt. He had no idea of the power over wind she had.
Kurt looked up from the ground towards the demon Dante had become. He was barely standing, using all of his energy to hold up his gun arm with his human hand; it was aimed at Kurt.
“You’re a monster.”
“Shut up!”
He shot at his enemy who was too weak to move.
Kurt closed his eyes and watched the bullets that were constructed of the materials in the blood of the man who replaced his arm with a machine of destruction so that he could attain the title of the ‘perfect assassin.’
He watched blood pump into the gun arm, the bullets leaving the barrel of his arm, them moving closer and closer. At the tip of the numerous bullets, he saw different points of his life playing out on the transformed blood of Dante. He saw the Merr scientists giving him his first gun. He saw him kill for the first time. He saw the first bystander he had hit on accident during a gang war and the pain he felt but ignored. He saw the ninja who saved him during the ambush. In the bullet heading straight towards his heart, he saw Van and Fiona. The first two people who liked him for him and not for his ability to kill.
He felt tears streaming down his face. He closed his eyes in hopes to stop them from coming out; he was absolutely prepared for Death and did not want to face the Grim Reaper enveloped by fear and sadness.
At the time Kurt had figured the bullets would hit him, he heard a loud explosion that pushed him into the wall of the dome; he was forced to think otherwise. He opened his eyes to discover a petrified Dante. He looked down a bit to see what had saved him. It was the final obstacle.
From the ground had come multiple rods with orbs attached to the top, orbs which he knew from experience to be explosives on impact.
“No…. I was so close…”
Kurt felt a sudden rush. He could move; it was as though his near death experience had summoned up all the latent adrenalin he had hidden within him. He ran around behind his enemy and threw his shuriken at an angle so that they would not touch one of the numerous bombs that sprouted from the ground.
Dante turned around and jumped high into the air, dodging the knives. He took aim and fired. With that his target disappeared, similar to the time he used his copycat attack.
His bullets hit numerous bombs in the area that Kurt was in. He started randomly shooting in midair to no avail. All he managed to make contact with were bombs, causing a chain reaction on the others. In no time, all of the obstacles were gone leaving only a cloud of smoke as a trace.
When he landed, Dante looked around for Kurt. He shot into the smoke and found nothing. He started to cough profusely, “I… need… more… blood.” He tried to spit, but found that his gun arm had used up not only a majority of his blood, but his saliva as well.
“Where are you!?”
“Here I am.”
From out of the smoke came Kurt holding his short sword with his long blond hair flowing behind him. He readied his hand to cut through his enemy when Dante put up his arm and managed to shoot at him.
Dante watched as the bullets passed through the head of Kurt. He had won; Kurt was dead! That was his mindset until he saw that what he had shot was an illusion of Kurt. He felt an arm grab his gun arm from behind him.
“I’m saving you, ya know?”
He sighed, “Yeah.”
He took out his kodachi and cut through his gun arm. He held the weapon and felt his body fall to the ground; there was no blood dripping from the arm.
The crowd was in a daze. No one knew what was going on, for the smoke from the bombs had covered up a lot of the final moments of the battle. From out of the smoke they saw a figuring holding something above his head. As he walked closer to the wall, they saw that it was the gun arm.
Everyone was in complete shock. A traitor defeated their champion. They were all silent with the exception of the boss who was screaming at the top of his lungs.
Fiona had calmed down, stopping the tornados she had started in the bubble.
Everything seemed to be fine until the boss pushed another button, “He is not dead! This traitor shall die!”
The walls of the dome began to spin inwards; the dome was shrinking.
Fiona’s rage was rekindled, and with it the ferocious wind she had mysteriously been creating, “You promised!”
The boss hit the bubble, “Shut up, woman! I will do whatever I want!”
She noticed Kurt clawing at the on the shrinking walls of the battle dome. That was her last straw.
Van looked up at her. Her fists were clenched and her eyes had rolled back into her head. The wind was getting to strong for him to sit still. It pushed him to the wall of the bubble, and even harder so. He felt it stretching underneath him until he cracked and broke straight through it. He flew into the crowd and was caught by a group of thugs who had been watching the orb expanding due to Fiona’s wind power.
Van looked back at her. There was a ferocious storm surrounding the knight. Her long dark hair was blowing behind her as her feet rested on a pocket of air she seemed to be controlling. Underneath Fiona’s feet was the boss, “I will deal with you later.”
She moved her arm in a circle so fast that a miniature tornado formed around it. As she flew towards the shrinking arena, she wound her arm up for a punch. As she connected with the dome, the current of electricity used to keep the audience away directed itself towards her hand. Huge volts of electricity gathered at her tornado fist, but eventually the generator creating the waves gave out and she broke straight through the arena.
“Are you ok, Kurt?”
He jumped through the hole she created, “Yeah.”
She flew back to the boss who had crawled up into the fetal position.
Fiona made another tornado fist, “So, big boss,” he cringed. “Are you going to give us what we want, or am I going to have to beat you with your own legs?