Chapter 3: CTF Hall of Giants
Kaya fell to the ground, blood oozed out of her hip. She was willing it to stop; she was willing the pain to stop. No matter how hard she tried, she could feel the bullet, still lodged inside of her. The pain was great, she even forgot that Rye was there holding her hand.
"Okay?" The man of few words spoke again.
She merely grunted, she saw Rye's face go red. It was a horrible sight, she thought, such a handsome man with such a distorted look befalling him.
"Wait here, be right back." Rye said.
Rye stood up and turned to the teammate who shot her. He pulled out his shock rifle and pointed it at the quivering girl's sweaty head. He charged the weapon.
"Who told you to shoot her?"
"The announcer... He told me to shoot you, I missed." She said. It was the last thing she said.
Rye walked over to Kaya; he grabbed her by the small of the back and lifted her on to his shoulders. "Now would be the time to tell me if you have a problem propelling towards the ground at high speeds." Rye kissed her on the cheek.
She grunted softly. Kaya was more comfortable now; the bleeding had almost stopped.
Rye leapt off of the edge and fell toward the ground. Ten feet before impact Rye aimed his shock rifle downward and started to fire. The force from his gun and Kaya's, once she got the idea, was enough so that they landed very lightly. Rye, still carrying Kaya, dashed over to a transport tube. He told Kaya to stay there; nothing could be done until the match was won.
On Rye's way to leave, someone from the blue team stopped him and was about to shoot him.
"Don't fuck with me right now if you want to live."
"Oh yeah! Well what if I."
Rye absently aimed the rifle and turned the man into a steaming pile of flesh and powdered calcium. Rye was not in a good mood.
King sat in his office chair in the hallway. He enjoyed this. King loved to watch the match with the workers. They always had better reactions to the brutal violence then he did.
Just a minute ago one of the workers vomited when Kaya was shot, this is what he lives for.
And then there was Rye, his dear psychotic Rye. He knew that Rye would make this show interesting. Honestly King had no idea why a teammate fired at Kaya, but who the hell cares. It would be the best show ever.
Rye ran to the other side of the Hall and stared at a small hole in the wall. He knew that this was a camera; he started yelling.
"What the fuck happened? You guys better call this fucking thing off! Someone fucking rigged the fucking match! Kaya is fucking dying!" Rye pointed the gun at the small hole. "And believe me. If she dies. King, you're next!" He fired the gun.
All the men in King's office jumped back at the sound of the shrill feedback.
"What the shit was he babbling about?" King asked, no one responded since everyone was still crying on the floor. "I ASKED A QUESTION!"
All the men suddenly stood bolt upright. There was no mistaking that King now had their attention. King was a big man who weighed in at nearly 450 pounds; almost none of that was fat.
"Now that you are all paying attention... What the fuck was he bitching about?" King grabbed one of the young men by the shirt. "You."
The young man had no idea how to start. "Ah..." But he tried. "Rye said that the match was rigged and if Kaya dies he'll take it out on you."
King didn't like this news.
"I don't like this news." King grabbed the man by his ears and tossed him across the room. King had been threatened a great many number of times by Rye, usually it pertained to nonsensical and bullshit items like pay. When Rye made a death threat, he meant it and King was more than well aware of it.
"Bring me Tim's secretary. She'll know what Rye is talking about."
The walk was like death for Frank Borinski, the man sent to do the job. The hall was long and dimly lit by a lone lamp swinging from the ceiling. The floor was a greenish pink color; Frank wasn't sure exactly which color came first. There were only two doors down at the end of the hallway.
One had a sign that read: "Closet, Don't Touch"
The other sign read: "Timothy Zen the Announcer's Office"
Frank opened the door. A small blonde woman was fast asleep at the desk. Frank walked over to the desk and lightly grazed her shoulder with his hand.
"Miss Szydai? Lia Szydai, I need to speak with you." Frank Borinski saw that she had her blouse partially open, most likely because of the excessive amount of heat in the room. Frank was highly tempted to get a closer look; however, he did not. He grabbed her shoulder and shook her furiously.
"AH!" Lia Szydai screamed and flailed her arms around in a feeble attempt to move Frank further away than he already was.
"Ma'am, please calm down." Frank said politely as he climbed down from the counter that he had leapt up to.
"Who the fuck are you? What the fuck to you want?" Lia jumped backwards a few feet.
Frank stepped closer, he knew that now she was the frightened one. "I, ma'am, am Frank Borinski. I am here because King wishes to speak with you."
"Why? What happened? Did Tim do something?" Lia didn't move any other body part other than her mouth and tongue.
"Yes, Miss Szydai. Tim did do something. He rigged the match." Frank smiled. This was the easier part of his job. In this fight he was winning. "Would you kindly take anything you require and follow me?" It wasn't a question.
Lia grabbed her bag and followed Frank down the ever-leading hallway. Lia half-expected Frank to start chanting, "Dead woman walking! We got a dead woman walking here!" She was pleased that silence was included as a friend in this walk.
This was one time when silence meant warmth.
King was pissed. Well, let's say that pissed is a grave understatement.
"Aah!" King screamed as he tore a stone wall off of the rebar that held it there. "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!!!" King made one of his employees about 6 inches shorter and he tossed the head into the trash. "Get the janitor to clean this shit up!"
Frank walked in and at first he had a very proud demeanor, which was quickly raped and beaten by King's mannerism.
"S-s-sir?" Frank stuttered. Frank was an easy man to crush and he began to feel the weight. "I got Tim's assistant, sir. This is Lia..."
"I don't fucking care about her name!" Frank nearly passed out. King turned to Lia. "What the fuck does your boss think he is doing fucking with me?!? Answer me!"
Lia's pants decided to change color and texture at the same time.
"I'm sorry sir but I don't have any idea." Lia was now moving around with a baby in her pants.
Frank moved nervously. "THAN WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU HERE IF YOU DON'T KNOW?!? FRANK!" King yelled. Again... understatement.
Frank stepped forward, or at least he would have if his legs would respond. "Yessir?"
"FRANK! Ah-hem... Frank... Friend? Why didn't you ask her?" King was even worse when he was nice to you.
"Sir, I did. She said she wanted to tell you herself." Frank was smart when it came to survival tactics. Under normal circumstances he would have fled, but King is like a pit bull... He chases. Poor Lia, thought Frank, better her than me though.
King smiled defiantly and turned back to Lia. "You did? What did you wish to tell me?"
Lia shook her head violently with the determination of someone who just now realized what had happened. She lifted her hand and stuck her index finger out towards Frank. Frank moved to avoid the loaded finger. "He didn't ask me shit!"
"Watch your tone..." King stared through Lia.
"He fucking said the Tim did something I didn't say jack-fucking- shit!" Lia had no idea the she had wandered onto the grass that sat on the top of her already dug grave. She started jumping.
"Fuck it! I've been too patient. Take her off and kill her!" King paused in his movement. "Hold on... I'll do it."
There was a sad snapping sound then silence.
King had crushed underfoot his pet dog "Tinny."
Now he was really pissed.
Rye knew what had to be done. He jumped and landed on a platform slightly higher than his own height. He stared the stare of a determined man who was more than willing to give you a one-way ticket to meet the great creator.
Off in the distance a camera committed suicide.
Rye ran. Well only in the physical since. Mentally, the world was clever enough to move for him. He only had to move his feet to give it incentive.
Rye jumped up to the blue flag and grabbed it.
"WOW! RYE GOT THE BLUE FLAG!" Tim shouted.
Rye shot the voice box. The feedback was shrieking, but anything was better than his voice right now.
The ground moved Rye in the direction of the transport tunnel that Kaya was hiding. Rye slipped past her and was flying in the air before she even heard the "Hello."
Falling. This was something Rye knew and understood. The sad thing is that his teammate didn't get the idea of how he slowed himself. Rye landed on the remains.
Rye secured the flag into the slot.
Suddenly the lights went up and Tim was seen fleeing with great speed.
King showed himself.
Rye smiled and fired.
Kaya heard the shot and slowly stuck her head around the corner. She saw that the lights were up. She smiled. and was struck in the back of the head. She fell into the assailant's arms.
King ducked. He soon realized that if the shot was meant for him he wouldn't have a head to duck with. Slowly, King arose.
"Who the fuck you shooting at?"
"Sorry, King. A little trigger happy I guess." Rye grinned and forced the words out through his teeth.
"Where is Tim?" King asked himself.
Rye pointed at the direction that Tim ran off in. "The bitch went that way. But don't worry. I'll get him."
SCREECH! CRASH! ZIP!
Rye was nowhere to be found.
"Ohshitohshitohshitohshit!" Tim ran as fast as he could. "Fuckfuckfuckfuck!"
By the time Tim only heard his footsteps he was about 10 miles away. He slowed.
PAP! BOOM! PAP! BOOM! Pap. Pap. Pap. Pap.
Tip. Top. Tip. Top.
Tim took off in a full run again.
Dr. Freake carried Kaya all the way back to his clinic.
"Sorry, m'darling. I had to. King's orders you know." Dr. Freake leaned in to tell the unconscious Kaya a secret. "However I am going to download your skill right from your brain into my Robots. Heh heh heh!"
The evil doctor is in.
Tim stopped in an alleyway. He could no longer breathe easily. He knew that someone was tailing him. But who? Who would know that I did what I did?
Rye peered around the corner.
Tim shit himself.
"Good boy! Maybe I should smack you on the snout with newspaper?" Rye laughed. Tim shit himself yet again.
Rye held out his hands and grabbed Tim by the ears. Tim pulled away and Rye kept souvenir. Tim was so scared that shitting himself was no longer an option.
"What do you want?" That was a rough translation of what Tim said. What he actually said was, "Wha... We... To... Want... Blood?... Help..."
Rye understood this somehow. "I want you to be in a lot of pain, Tim. You will be... Dead, eventually." Rye smiled, his teeth followed suit. "Until then I'm having some fun..."
The news took the story and ran.
"Today Timothy Zen's body was found in an alley at the cross section of Green and Terrace. He was horribly disemboweled." The news anchor shifted nervously. "His arms were stuck in his own anal cavity..." The sound of vomit followed. "Police believe that Rye Michs is responsible for this heinous crime. The leader of the tournament, King, could not be reached for comment."
That last statement was a lie. King was reached for comment. However, his comment was to rip the reporter's head off and stick the microphone in the bloody stump.
Not really a comment you can air.
Rye sat comfortably in his chair. He was sure that they were following him. He knew he was going to be arrested. Rye also knew that he wouldn't fight. Fate was not someone you fucked with.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
Rye simply said, "Fuck off!" He didn't feel like opening the door and being tackled. So he pissed them off so that they would bust open the door.
The door fell in. Three men ran over to Rye and handcuffed him. Rye stood and walked out quietly.
Fate had won.
King sat in his chair. Frank Borinsky wandered in.
"You wished you see me sir?" Frank stuttered.
"Yes. I want you to be the new announcer." King said in a very matter- of-factly tone.
Frank smiled. "Yes sir. I would be must honered." Frank quickly added, "Thank you very much sir."
Manners in these days are very important.
Kaya slowly awoke on a cold metal table.
"Look, they caught your boyfriend." Dr. Freake said.
Kaya stared at the television that said, "Today police apprehended Rye Michs at his home where he gave no struggle. Sergeant Tinu is to be rewarded today at..."
"Fuck!" Was all Kaya was heard to say.
Kaya fell to the ground, blood oozed out of her hip. She was willing it to stop; she was willing the pain to stop. No matter how hard she tried, she could feel the bullet, still lodged inside of her. The pain was great, she even forgot that Rye was there holding her hand.
"Okay?" The man of few words spoke again.
She merely grunted, she saw Rye's face go red. It was a horrible sight, she thought, such a handsome man with such a distorted look befalling him.
"Wait here, be right back." Rye said.
Rye stood up and turned to the teammate who shot her. He pulled out his shock rifle and pointed it at the quivering girl's sweaty head. He charged the weapon.
"Who told you to shoot her?"
"The announcer... He told me to shoot you, I missed." She said. It was the last thing she said.
Rye walked over to Kaya; he grabbed her by the small of the back and lifted her on to his shoulders. "Now would be the time to tell me if you have a problem propelling towards the ground at high speeds." Rye kissed her on the cheek.
She grunted softly. Kaya was more comfortable now; the bleeding had almost stopped.
Rye leapt off of the edge and fell toward the ground. Ten feet before impact Rye aimed his shock rifle downward and started to fire. The force from his gun and Kaya's, once she got the idea, was enough so that they landed very lightly. Rye, still carrying Kaya, dashed over to a transport tube. He told Kaya to stay there; nothing could be done until the match was won.
On Rye's way to leave, someone from the blue team stopped him and was about to shoot him.
"Don't fuck with me right now if you want to live."
"Oh yeah! Well what if I."
Rye absently aimed the rifle and turned the man into a steaming pile of flesh and powdered calcium. Rye was not in a good mood.
King sat in his office chair in the hallway. He enjoyed this. King loved to watch the match with the workers. They always had better reactions to the brutal violence then he did.
Just a minute ago one of the workers vomited when Kaya was shot, this is what he lives for.
And then there was Rye, his dear psychotic Rye. He knew that Rye would make this show interesting. Honestly King had no idea why a teammate fired at Kaya, but who the hell cares. It would be the best show ever.
Rye ran to the other side of the Hall and stared at a small hole in the wall. He knew that this was a camera; he started yelling.
"What the fuck happened? You guys better call this fucking thing off! Someone fucking rigged the fucking match! Kaya is fucking dying!" Rye pointed the gun at the small hole. "And believe me. If she dies. King, you're next!" He fired the gun.
All the men in King's office jumped back at the sound of the shrill feedback.
"What the shit was he babbling about?" King asked, no one responded since everyone was still crying on the floor. "I ASKED A QUESTION!"
All the men suddenly stood bolt upright. There was no mistaking that King now had their attention. King was a big man who weighed in at nearly 450 pounds; almost none of that was fat.
"Now that you are all paying attention... What the fuck was he bitching about?" King grabbed one of the young men by the shirt. "You."
The young man had no idea how to start. "Ah..." But he tried. "Rye said that the match was rigged and if Kaya dies he'll take it out on you."
King didn't like this news.
"I don't like this news." King grabbed the man by his ears and tossed him across the room. King had been threatened a great many number of times by Rye, usually it pertained to nonsensical and bullshit items like pay. When Rye made a death threat, he meant it and King was more than well aware of it.
"Bring me Tim's secretary. She'll know what Rye is talking about."
The walk was like death for Frank Borinski, the man sent to do the job. The hall was long and dimly lit by a lone lamp swinging from the ceiling. The floor was a greenish pink color; Frank wasn't sure exactly which color came first. There were only two doors down at the end of the hallway.
One had a sign that read: "Closet, Don't Touch"
The other sign read: "Timothy Zen the Announcer's Office"
Frank opened the door. A small blonde woman was fast asleep at the desk. Frank walked over to the desk and lightly grazed her shoulder with his hand.
"Miss Szydai? Lia Szydai, I need to speak with you." Frank Borinski saw that she had her blouse partially open, most likely because of the excessive amount of heat in the room. Frank was highly tempted to get a closer look; however, he did not. He grabbed her shoulder and shook her furiously.
"AH!" Lia Szydai screamed and flailed her arms around in a feeble attempt to move Frank further away than he already was.
"Ma'am, please calm down." Frank said politely as he climbed down from the counter that he had leapt up to.
"Who the fuck are you? What the fuck to you want?" Lia jumped backwards a few feet.
Frank stepped closer, he knew that now she was the frightened one. "I, ma'am, am Frank Borinski. I am here because King wishes to speak with you."
"Why? What happened? Did Tim do something?" Lia didn't move any other body part other than her mouth and tongue.
"Yes, Miss Szydai. Tim did do something. He rigged the match." Frank smiled. This was the easier part of his job. In this fight he was winning. "Would you kindly take anything you require and follow me?" It wasn't a question.
Lia grabbed her bag and followed Frank down the ever-leading hallway. Lia half-expected Frank to start chanting, "Dead woman walking! We got a dead woman walking here!" She was pleased that silence was included as a friend in this walk.
This was one time when silence meant warmth.
King was pissed. Well, let's say that pissed is a grave understatement.
"Aah!" King screamed as he tore a stone wall off of the rebar that held it there. "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!!!" King made one of his employees about 6 inches shorter and he tossed the head into the trash. "Get the janitor to clean this shit up!"
Frank walked in and at first he had a very proud demeanor, which was quickly raped and beaten by King's mannerism.
"S-s-sir?" Frank stuttered. Frank was an easy man to crush and he began to feel the weight. "I got Tim's assistant, sir. This is Lia..."
"I don't fucking care about her name!" Frank nearly passed out. King turned to Lia. "What the fuck does your boss think he is doing fucking with me?!? Answer me!"
Lia's pants decided to change color and texture at the same time.
"I'm sorry sir but I don't have any idea." Lia was now moving around with a baby in her pants.
Frank moved nervously. "THAN WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU HERE IF YOU DON'T KNOW?!? FRANK!" King yelled. Again... understatement.
Frank stepped forward, or at least he would have if his legs would respond. "Yessir?"
"FRANK! Ah-hem... Frank... Friend? Why didn't you ask her?" King was even worse when he was nice to you.
"Sir, I did. She said she wanted to tell you herself." Frank was smart when it came to survival tactics. Under normal circumstances he would have fled, but King is like a pit bull... He chases. Poor Lia, thought Frank, better her than me though.
King smiled defiantly and turned back to Lia. "You did? What did you wish to tell me?"
Lia shook her head violently with the determination of someone who just now realized what had happened. She lifted her hand and stuck her index finger out towards Frank. Frank moved to avoid the loaded finger. "He didn't ask me shit!"
"Watch your tone..." King stared through Lia.
"He fucking said the Tim did something I didn't say jack-fucking- shit!" Lia had no idea the she had wandered onto the grass that sat on the top of her already dug grave. She started jumping.
"Fuck it! I've been too patient. Take her off and kill her!" King paused in his movement. "Hold on... I'll do it."
There was a sad snapping sound then silence.
King had crushed underfoot his pet dog "Tinny."
Now he was really pissed.
Rye knew what had to be done. He jumped and landed on a platform slightly higher than his own height. He stared the stare of a determined man who was more than willing to give you a one-way ticket to meet the great creator.
Off in the distance a camera committed suicide.
Rye ran. Well only in the physical since. Mentally, the world was clever enough to move for him. He only had to move his feet to give it incentive.
Rye jumped up to the blue flag and grabbed it.
"WOW! RYE GOT THE BLUE FLAG!" Tim shouted.
Rye shot the voice box. The feedback was shrieking, but anything was better than his voice right now.
The ground moved Rye in the direction of the transport tunnel that Kaya was hiding. Rye slipped past her and was flying in the air before she even heard the "Hello."
Falling. This was something Rye knew and understood. The sad thing is that his teammate didn't get the idea of how he slowed himself. Rye landed on the remains.
Rye secured the flag into the slot.
Suddenly the lights went up and Tim was seen fleeing with great speed.
King showed himself.
Rye smiled and fired.
Kaya heard the shot and slowly stuck her head around the corner. She saw that the lights were up. She smiled. and was struck in the back of the head. She fell into the assailant's arms.
King ducked. He soon realized that if the shot was meant for him he wouldn't have a head to duck with. Slowly, King arose.
"Who the fuck you shooting at?"
"Sorry, King. A little trigger happy I guess." Rye grinned and forced the words out through his teeth.
"Where is Tim?" King asked himself.
Rye pointed at the direction that Tim ran off in. "The bitch went that way. But don't worry. I'll get him."
SCREECH! CRASH! ZIP!
Rye was nowhere to be found.
"Ohshitohshitohshitohshit!" Tim ran as fast as he could. "Fuckfuckfuckfuck!"
By the time Tim only heard his footsteps he was about 10 miles away. He slowed.
PAP! BOOM! PAP! BOOM! Pap. Pap. Pap. Pap.
Tip. Top. Tip. Top.
Tim took off in a full run again.
Dr. Freake carried Kaya all the way back to his clinic.
"Sorry, m'darling. I had to. King's orders you know." Dr. Freake leaned in to tell the unconscious Kaya a secret. "However I am going to download your skill right from your brain into my Robots. Heh heh heh!"
The evil doctor is in.
Tim stopped in an alleyway. He could no longer breathe easily. He knew that someone was tailing him. But who? Who would know that I did what I did?
Rye peered around the corner.
Tim shit himself.
"Good boy! Maybe I should smack you on the snout with newspaper?" Rye laughed. Tim shit himself yet again.
Rye held out his hands and grabbed Tim by the ears. Tim pulled away and Rye kept souvenir. Tim was so scared that shitting himself was no longer an option.
"What do you want?" That was a rough translation of what Tim said. What he actually said was, "Wha... We... To... Want... Blood?... Help..."
Rye understood this somehow. "I want you to be in a lot of pain, Tim. You will be... Dead, eventually." Rye smiled, his teeth followed suit. "Until then I'm having some fun..."
The news took the story and ran.
"Today Timothy Zen's body was found in an alley at the cross section of Green and Terrace. He was horribly disemboweled." The news anchor shifted nervously. "His arms were stuck in his own anal cavity..." The sound of vomit followed. "Police believe that Rye Michs is responsible for this heinous crime. The leader of the tournament, King, could not be reached for comment."
That last statement was a lie. King was reached for comment. However, his comment was to rip the reporter's head off and stick the microphone in the bloody stump.
Not really a comment you can air.
Rye sat comfortably in his chair. He was sure that they were following him. He knew he was going to be arrested. Rye also knew that he wouldn't fight. Fate was not someone you fucked with.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
Rye simply said, "Fuck off!" He didn't feel like opening the door and being tackled. So he pissed them off so that they would bust open the door.
The door fell in. Three men ran over to Rye and handcuffed him. Rye stood and walked out quietly.
Fate had won.
King sat in his chair. Frank Borinsky wandered in.
"You wished you see me sir?" Frank stuttered.
"Yes. I want you to be the new announcer." King said in a very matter- of-factly tone.
Frank smiled. "Yes sir. I would be must honered." Frank quickly added, "Thank you very much sir."
Manners in these days are very important.
Kaya slowly awoke on a cold metal table.
"Look, they caught your boyfriend." Dr. Freake said.
Kaya stared at the television that said, "Today police apprehended Rye Michs at his home where he gave no struggle. Sergeant Tinu is to be rewarded today at..."
"Fuck!" Was all Kaya was heard to say.