It was rather quiet when Benedict arrived on the Planet Doom. He was accepted to participate in this "Battle Royal" and was ready to take home the victory. He had no clue what he wanted as a reward, but it didn't really matter, considering that the blood spilled by his own hands would be satisfying enough.
The Irken glanced down at his index. The contestants seemed to be tough enough, but he would look at their backgrounds later. He spotted his targets for this round.
"Pepper and Mint, eh?" He chuckled "Delicious." His hand clutched the index and he placed it in his pocket while stepping forward into the current territory in which he landed on. He perked up his antenna, hoping for a hint of someone approaching. This would prove to be useless in the end, considering that he had a huge disadvantage in battle. He figured this weakness would be in his opponents' indexes, so he waited for a surprise attack.
He continued walking around the area. He appeared to be in some sort of suburb, except it was completely empty. It was kind of eerie to be alone, but this Irken was used to the feeling of loneliness. No one was exactly interested in having a murderer as company. And he didn't make good company anyway.
Benedict sighted a small children's park, similar to one of the Planet Earth. He was quite familiar with that planet, he had even spoken to one scientist who had been there themselves. Benedict was deeply interested by the songs and rhymes the children of Earth sang. They were so innocent, yet they seemed to hold a deeper, more gruesome meaning.
He parked himself down on a swing, and gently pumped his legs back and forth as he waited for his opponents. The Irken fingered the rope around his neck. This wouldn't be of much use in this fight, considering both Pepper and Mint's bone had a tendency not to break.
Kids these days.
The wind blew past Benedict's antenna, and he picked up a tiny signal from his good antenna that warned him of his approaching opponents. He could scarcely see the outline of the two Irkens he was about to face on the horizon. He pumped his legs slower as the duo approached, and eventually jumped off and walked at a similar pace.
"So. You are Pepper and Mint I suppose?" He chuckled slightly.
"No. We aren't. We just happen to be two Irkens who are prancing around the area looking for you." The femme with red eyes snarled. Benedict grinned.
"Ah! You must be Pepper. It seems you have a spicy personality to match your alias." He chuckled. The crimson eyed Irken mearly growled. The male of this trio turned to the only one not introduced. "So you must be Mint." He grinned. This female, unlike the last one, smiled back.
"Yesiree! Mint! That's me!" She giggled.
"Great, now that we've all been accustomed with each other, can we whoop your ass?" Pepper snapped. Benedict slowly pulled off the rope around his neck and twirled the loop around his finger.
"Gladly." He chuckled. The male stepped backwards one step, as the girls clenched their fists. Pepper lunged towards Benedict's legs, and latched onto one of them. He vigorously shook her off and leaped to the side. "Nasty little rodent aren't you?" He snarled as Mint ran in for a swift punch to his side. The green-eyed male stumbled over and fell to the ground. His hand moved towards his dagger and he swiftly pulled it out of his pocket. Glancing behind him to see that Pepper was charging towards him, he quickly pushed off the ground with his leg, landing a little off balance. He managed to step to the side before the scarlet-eyed Irken slammed into the concrete floor.
Benedict ran towards a large plastic structure. His feet moved swiftly up the stairs and he was soon followed by an unharmed Pepper and Mint. He licked his lips and stepped backwards further down the structure.
"Hickory Dickory Dock," He gently sang.
"What the hell are you doing?" The scarlet eyed female yelled.
"The mouse ran up the clock." The male continued, beginning to remove the noose around his neck. His hand clenched around his dagger as Pepper aimed for his legs. He took the blow, and used the opportunity to hang the rope for later use.
Benedict's green orbs glanced toward a large clock tower near the center of the city. Ten minutes to one.
Excellent timing. he smirked as he noticed Pepper pull out a Pookian Plasma Blaster. The male was very familiar with this weapon, and knew that one shot would cause serious damage. His eyes widened, and the ruby eyed femme smiled.
"You afraid of this sucker? You should be." She chuckled, her hands clasped the trigger. Benedict pushed himself of the ground and sprinted towards the monkey bars, where he latched onto the first bar with his free hand. He sighed and was suddenly pounced upon by Mint. She locked his arm and twisted it slightly. The male winced in pain.
"Hurts, doesn't it?" the emerald eyed femme giggled, twisting it further. Benedict tried to kick her off, but only succeeded in having her loosen her grip on his arm. That was enough for him.
He quickly moved the dagger to his mouth and let go of the bar, falling to the ground. The female released her grip and landed on her side Benedict landed, luckily, on his feet and glanced at the girl on the floor.
Tears fell from her eyes. It was quite a sad sight to see, for a normal Irken. But Benedict, who was far from normal, paused all the same. He frowned at the spectacle, poking at the girl with his blade.
"The clock struck one..." He sang softly, as he pierces her skin, letting the tiny amount of blood trickle down her skin. "The mouse-" He was soon interrupted as his head was grabbed by Pepper from behind. He was jerked around and his head soon met the red-eyed female's knee.
"Just kneeheaded your head with it's knee." She finished, and let Benedict fall to the floor and wondered what had happened.
The green eyed female slowly stood.
"You okay, Mint?" Pepper asked. "I'll kick his ass some more if you want me to." Her friend chuckled.
"Nah. He'll be easy. He didn't do much anyway." Mint giggled.
"That's it. He'll be history by...let's say...three o'clock?" The claret eyed female smirked.
"Where is he now?" Her emerald eyed partner questioned.
"Oh. He hid in the playhouse. I don't know why. Not like he's insane or anything. He looked like a drunk though. I knocked him out cold earlier. He'll be easier prey now." The blood-colored eyed Irken groaned, seeming to be bored at the thought of destroying their enemy. The two smiled and ran to attack their prey once more.
"Hm? What's that Mr. Kumajiro? They're coming back?" Benedict asked the stuffed polar bear that had been lying around in the house. This was his hideaway for now. His opponents has been more...difficult that he thought they would be. "Perfect." The Irken purred. Since his last song had failed to be completed at the right time, he racked his brain for another one. He struck upon an even more appropriate one in a matter if minutes. And timing wasn't as crucial here. He slowly stood up from the chair, fingering his rope-less collar and pulling out his weapon of choice.
"Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water..."