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Post by champ103 on May 22, 2005 8:07:36 GMT -5
KILLING
Dupin says: Enjoy this chapter! I think my fight scenes are a bit boring, but I'll let you be the judge. I hope you enjoy!
FIVE
‘And in this quarter finals of the ‘Rage In The Cage’ tournament, Dragon takes on the Avenger!’ Avenger stood, facing her opponent. Everyone suspected she was a man, facing one of her kind. But she was facing someone who was most likely stronger, faster and quicker then her. Of course there were so many women who were stronger then the man ahead of her, but she was not one of them. A single whistle blew. It was time to get started. Avenger rushed forward, but Dragon came at her full speed. Instead of attacking, she decided to save herself, and launched herself out of the way, leaping to her right, landing on her front. Dragon clashed slightly into the side of the wall as Avenger clambered up, fists ready, eyes prepared behind a black hidden balaclava. Her hair was in a bun, hidden. She was wearing a baggy shirt to hide her breasts. She looked male to people outside the cage, but she had to be careful. If anyone came too close, and took a look, they’d see in time that it was a woman behind the mask. Pandora saw quickly when she looked, but Avenger suspected that it was because Pandora knew that it was a woman. Everyone else thought it was a man. Now, Pandora was waiting right by the cage, ready for help as Avenger raised a foot, and smacked it into Dragon’s face. Blood snorted from his nose, trickling down towards his cheek, and he gave a look at Avenger: a look of hatred, a look of pure anger and frustration. A look of determination to win, to get through to the next round, where he was to face James in the semi-finals. Avenger couldn’t let that happen. As Dragon launched out a fist, she ducked down, until he swooped out a foot, knocking into hers, sending her down to the floor. As he slammed himself down to her, she quickly flipped away to the side, shoving a pale hand against the hard floor to suspend her back to her feet. She gave a grin at Dragon: he was clearly annoyed. For a man, Avenger was weak: her arms were thin, the skin available to the eye was pale and desperate. But she was a match for him, and he knew it as she rushed towards him, swiftly dodging another fist, and grabbing his neck. She pulled him down to her height, and looked into his eyes. He was afraid: just a brief pull of a muscle and she could seriously damage his neck. She shoved him to the floor, one hand on his neck, one hand free, the elbow pushing into his ribs. The referee rushed over, placing a hand on the floor. One, twice, thrice. And that was that: Avenger was through to the next round: one step closer to meeting James. She pulled herself up from an exhausted Dragon, and thoroughly shook his hand. He gave a smile, but behind it, he was burning with fury, ready to snap her apart, leave her with bones broken, organs unstable. But he didn’t. He simply stormed off, walking through one set of heavy metal gates. -
‘Wow, you were amazing’ Pandora cried as she rushed into _______’s changing room. She still had the katana in her head, tightly in the grip of a pale fist. ‘You really kicked ass.’ _______ smiled, and looked up, thankful. Beads of sweat were stuck to her face, and she was wiping them with a soaked flannel, holding it against her forehead to absorb the cold water. Pandora took a seat behind her, and pulled out a crumpled sheet of paper from the pocket of her jeans. ‘Here’s the fixtures for the semi-finals,’ she explained, handing it to _______. ‘I managed to get them from reception-I’ve barely had time to see-who are you against?’ _______ didn’t reply, but quickly skimmed the page, searching for ‘THE AVENGER’ to pop up. She smiled, and put a finger to it as she saw it, and began to read out. ‘Semi-finals Fixture One,’ she read out,’ Provider versus Lighthouse.’ Pandora snorted at the name. ‘Lighthouse?’ she repeated. ‘I can’t help but think where the hell some of these people got their names from.’ She gave a small chuckle, but _____ didn’t laugh. She was staring down at the sheet, her eyes close to the words, both hands clamped down tightly. ‘Wait, this says that I’m facing James next,’ she said, and stood up, placing the flannel over her shoulder, and smiling a huge grin. ‘That’s fantastic!’ Pandora cried. ‘When is it?’ ‘This evening,’ ______ replied happily. ‘James has only got a few hours left.’ She gave a small cackle, and handed the sheet to Pandora to see. ‘How are you planning on killing him?’ she asked. ‘You saw how he was with his last opponent. He’s a good fighter, and you can’t use your katana.’ ‘In the worst case scenario of him thrashing,’ she replied. ‘Give me the sword. This is my one chance to kill James. After this, he’ll face the final, and then leave. His security is tight: he’s not going to hang around to sign autographs.’ Pandora smiled. ‘I’m sure it’ll be a walk in the park,’ she explained. ‘I’ll be cheering for you.’ ______ gave a smile, and pulled the flannel from her shoulder, placing it against her forehead again. ‘If he knows it’s me, he’ll try to kill me,’ _____ explained. ‘That’s why I’m so scared. I’m skinny and short, and he’s taller, stronger, more mentally prepared.’ ‘Nothing’s more mentally prepared then a mother on revenge,’ Pandora replied with a smile, baring her clean white teeth. ‘Maybe you’re right,’ ______ replied. ‘I guess we’ll just have to wait and tee.’ -
The gates opened with a long, moaning creak, and ______ was Avenger once more as she strode up, determination in her eyes behind her balaclava. She could see James: he was so close to her; she was ready to go and claw his eyes out. She didn’t: that would be stupid: she would kill him as an accident: taking a ‘Rage In The Cage’ too far. But before he died, she’d look into his eyes. He’d recognize them, he’d see who had killed him. He’d know why he had to die. The referee rushed into the middle of the cage, as it was raised up high. Pandora was watching in the front row, holding Avenger’s katana ready to slip it between the bars. She had some worry that it wouldn’t fit, but the small holes between each grate was hopefully large enough, depending on how she sliced it through. And it was made of such great structure, and such thing and powerful metal that she was suspecting that it might in fact cut through the thin metal of the cage itself. ‘In the first fixture of the ‘Rage In The Cage’ semi-final, Baie takes on thee Avenger!’ He blew a whistle, and rushed off. It was time to begin. Avenger rushed forward, as did James Berry. They almost clashed, but he prepared a foot high in the air. Avenger swooped of the way, but managed to grab the foot, shoving it down to the ground, landing on his chest. He gave a small gasp of pain as she twisted his leg: she’d like to see him run quickly now. She looked at his face, and grabbed him by the neck, pulling him up. He looked at her stunned, and for a second Avenger thought that he might have known that it was a woman. But it was more then that. ‘_______’ he muttered weakly, his voce hoarse as Avenger raised him into the air. He sent his other foot towards her, winding her as she flew back and landed on the floor. ‘Looks like you finally woke up from a coma,’ he muttered, and gave a small chuckle. ‘Thought that you’d have more to do then go to some tacky carnival, dressed up as a man, to be honest.’ ‘Shut up!’ she cried, and rushed towards him. He shoved an elbow into her face, and she stumbled, her top half leaning down. He slammed down onto her back, Avenger giving a scream of pain as her feet swung up, before clashing down with the rest of her body. He gave a grin. ‘You’re just as pathetic as you were on that funeral,’ he cried. ‘Weak and useless. What were you trying to prove by coming here? You wanted to end your life in some exciting way? Well, you’ve got it!’ He grabbed her neck, and pulled her up. She tried to kick him with her feet, she tried to pull herself free with her hands, but it was useless. ‘Katana!’ Pandora cried, as she began to push the sword through. It missed a grate and crashed into a bar in her rush, and James quickly spun around, throwing Avenger back to see what was happening. ‘What’s this?’ he asked. ‘You have a SIDEKICK now?’ He gave another small laugh, before sticking two fingers into his mouth, and giving a whistle. A signal for something. ‘Get the one with the sword, guys,’ he muttered. Pandora turned round, and saw men, dressed in vests and dark trousers rushing towards her. Some were clutching daggers, other had their fists ready, and some were looking relaxed and prepared. Pandora didn’t have a second to lose: she quickly pulled the katana from its sheath, throwing it on the floor, and holding it in front of her ready. She rushed towards the gang of people: there must have been about ten altogether, and slashed the sword down. She hit one of their arms, and he gave a small twitch of pain, before slamming a fist into Pandora’s face. She fell down, and the man leaned over to her, ready to grab her neck like James had to Avenger. She quickly pulled back the katana and shoved it through his chest. He stood motionless for a second, before collapsing onto Pandora. She pulled her weapon free, and rolled from him, leaping up onto her feet, her eyes filled with anger, her nose stained with blood, her teeth lightly damped with the red substance.
Back in the cage, James took a look at what was happening, just as Avenger picked herself up. She rushed towards him, and kicked at his ankles, sending him down. She scooped a hand under his chest, as he tried to pick himself up again, and she pulled his legs and neck back, so that they were being pulled together. He gave a cry in pain, before pulling on leg free, and standing on it, before swerving around and sending a foot into the other one, knocking it free, before pulling up his neck, knocking Avenger back with his thrust. ‘That was pretty good there, ______’ he murmured. ‘But you’re just as done and dead as your little fan club back there.’ He pointed a thumb behind him, and Avenger watched as Pandora tumbled down, being pushed and shoved by a group of nine people. ‘Pandora!’ she cried. Pandora gave out a feeble cry, and Avenger shook her head. ‘She’s sixteen!’ she cried. ‘You monster!’ James laughed. ‘Oh don’t give me that,’ he muttered. ‘You’re the one here to kill me.’ ‘Yes, James, because you killed off everyone I know!’ she cried. ‘Pandora’s all that I have now: my only friend, okay? She’s Ashley’s daughter.’ James stopped. ‘Countess Ashley?’ he asked. ‘What are you doing with her daughter?’ ‘She’s dead,’ Avenger explained. ‘And now Pandora wants you dead to: the person who was screwing her mom behind her dads back.’ ‘Shut the potato up, _____!’ James cried, and rammed a shoulder into Avenger, knocking her into the side of the cage. Avenger slipped down to the floor, as James kneeled onto her chest. ‘You were very lucky to have your life,’ he explained,’ and you were stupid to come and waste it like you have.’ ‘Just…’ Avenger cried, but James covered her mouth with a large hand. ‘I don’t care,’ he muttered, yanked a bit of hair, loose from her balaclava. He lifted her up by it, and Avenger gave a cry of pain. James pulled out a penknife from his pocket, and prepared to make a very deadly incision. -
Meanwhile, Pandora hopped up onto a table, bearing the katana in front of the fiver survivors of James’s gang. She was covered in wound and bruises: her hooded jumped ripped and slashed, her hair tangled all over her face. But she wasn’t going to stop here: she was on a roll; ready to kill all of them. As one woman from James’s group clambered up onto the table. Pandora stuck the sword down on her, spinning around to catch her out. The woman writhed in pain as one of her fingers landed softly on the ground. But it didn’t stop her from landing up on the table, bearing a dagger. The table was small and round, and there barely enough room for both the young women to stand on it, so Pandora gave a push with one hand. The woman stumbled back, managing to thrust forward her dagger. Pandora ducked down onto her knees, and slashed the kantana through one of the women’s legs. It quickly made a dent in the bone, and slashed through the skin, the blood pouring all over the table, and slipping down to the floor as the woman fell. Pandora looked around as more people came towards her, but something caught her attention, making her look away from the four remaining people in James’s security gang. Avenger was being controlled by James: he was holding a penknife to her neck, and there was nothing she could do. It was stupid, but Pandora had no choice but to do whatever she could. She threw the katana from her hands like a javelin, which she had been taught to do in athletics at school. The katana flew over to the cage, and scraped across the bars. Pandora watched lightly as it went through one of the grates. It was a one in a million chance that she would have been successful, but she was as the katana landed on the floor of the cage, the handle slamming down on the hard wood, before bouncing up from it, flying towards where James and Avenger were having a little showdown. ‘You did good,’ James was saying,’ to even get to the semi-finals, ______. But I’m afraid that you won’t get to the finals. You’ll never know who wins.’ He gave a chuckle. ‘But who am I kidding? When you rot away in your coffin, I’m sure you’ll know inside that it’s me.’ Avenger gave a sigh, and a small whimper, before blood spurted into one of her eyes. James looked at her, his eyes wide, looking slightly unfocused, before he fell to the floor. As he tumbled down, landing on his knees, Avenger saw her katana poking out from his back, the handle covered in blood at the end. She gave a sigh of relief. James was dead: finished. But how? It was her katana, but the only way for it to kill him was if- Avenger looked from the bars of the cage, and saw Pandora smiling from her place on a table, surrounded by four people, who were all focused on the cage. The referee was nowhere in sight: most people had been scared off by the arrival of James’s security force, and it seemed to Avenger that it was a bit of a dry victory. She would have liked to have seen fireworks spelling out her name or something. She quickly pulled the katana out of James’s back, and wiped it on his vest to clear it from his blood. As she pulled it out, he fell back and landed on his back, giving a small twitch. Avenger didn’t notice, and it didn’t matter anyway. She clutched the katana tightly, and used it to carefully slice through the thing bars of the cage. She used all her might, and soon, there was a small opening in the cage, which she clambered through. Pandora was still on the table, kicking at the four people who were surrounding her. Avenger quickly stabbed the sword into one of their backs, and kicked him off it. He was pushed into another one, and Pandora hopped from the table, and pushed it down onto their heads. If they hadn’t of died, they’d be unconscious for long enough. Pandora raised an arm, which she tightened to a fist, and shoved it into another’s face, before grabbing a piece of glass that had once been a pint glass from the table, and stabbed it into their neck, whilst Avenger used her sword to slash through the spine of the other one. There was a silence. They had been triumphant. ‘You’re a pretty good fighter, kid,’ ______ said. ‘I’m not a kid, okay?’ Pandora asked with a laugh. ____ smiled, and pulled off her balaclava, letting her hair flow down to her shoulders. ‘Okay then, whatever,’ _____ replied, shrugging. They began to walk to the door, when Pandora stopped, still. ‘Where are we going next?’ she asked. ‘Rednap Mountains,’ _____ explained. ‘Our next little victim is Peach. She should be a piece of cake, I think she’s mellowed out recently.’ ‘If she’s not evil now, then why do you need to kill her?’ Pandora asked. ‘She was evil enough to kill everyone I knew, okay?’ _____ asked. ‘That’s enough for be killed for, no matter what state she’s in now.’ Pandora gave a small nod, and pushed open the door. ______ muttered a polite ‘thank you’ as she walked through, and Pandora closed the heavy doors behind her. Back on the cage, James opened his eyeS.
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