+= Continue being Mischief, the white-haired...troll?
I stared up at the building eyes wide. I was abruptly snapped out of my daze by the jerk of my collar. I growl at the troll. She was now talking to another troll.
"'Sup, Sarkus. Who's here?" Sarkus was a blue blood clad in armor and a visor that covered both his eyes. He was only slightly taller than the female. He looked like a serious guy both his horns intact and long.
"N#thing much. Alth#ugh a sea dweller is attending, s# y#u will have t# take tw# packets t#day," He said, his voice strong and calm. Silencer sticks her tounge out and makes a gagging sound.
"Geez, don't they know that it's already hard enough to swallow one paxket. Stupid seadweller," she mutters.
"Hey. Watch h#w y#u talk ab#ut y#ur superi#rs."
"Yeah, yeah. Don't bite the hand that feeds you and all that jazz."
"I'm seri#us. Y#u c#uld get in big tr#-"
"HEY!" a loud yell catches everyone's attention. A large deer stumbles through the clearing. It looked like the flesh was melting off its bones and it smelled disgusting like a corpse. It collapsed and a loud pop could be heard. The beast began convulsing on the ground and screaming. Both Sarkus and I watched in horror, but Silencer just stared, like she had seen this before. Finally, the deer stopped moving. There was a loud hiss and its body began shrinking. The fur that covered it began weaving each hair together while other areas it grew thinner and shorter. Soon where the deer was laying was the zombie fully clothed.
I was about to say something but as I opened my mouth Silencer said, "Black magic."
"I… said…t0 wait!" The zombie said a little out of breath, standing up.
"Psh, and I said no," Silencer responded. The zombie huffed and then turned his attention to Sarkus.
"Hey, you g0t new shades. Nice." Even though I couldn't see his eyes I knew that the Felorange zombie made him uncomfortable. "I would be, too. Judging by the familiarity he must come here as much as the Silencer."
"Um, y-yes. I asked my matesprit t# buy me a pair and he did. He's very kind." A sharp coppery taste filled my mouth. I spat it out to see that the blood was now in my mouth.
"HELLO! MISCHIEF IS BLEEDING TO DEATH OVER HERE! NO HURRY OR ANYTHING!" I yell.
"Stop being a drama queen." Silencer said.
"#h I didn't even n#tice y#u sitting there." He turns to Silencer.
"Please bring the captive t# his cell. His injuries will be cared f#r there. Then prepare f#r y#ur battle." Silencer sighs and brings me inside the colesium-like building.
"You're lucky. You're going to see why people call me the Silencer," she says giving me a devious look before laughing and throwing me into a cell. A few moments after she left a troll with bright red dyed hair came in. both of here eyes were different colors and she appeared to have no horns. Her short hair was pulled up into a messy high ponytail.
"Who he'ya needs mah hey'lp?" I weakly raise my hand.
"Well, not ta worry. I'mma fix ya up real nice." She holds a medical kit and brings out a bottle, a cloth, a needle, and thread. After an hour of wincing, cleaning, and stitching, I was all patched up, and the lady left. I decided to curl up next to a wall and cry. "Nothing is going how Mischief thought, and now mischief is going to die a horrible death." A rusty and semi-broken speaker above me squeaks.
"Now, presenting…. Syllia Veinix! The Silencer!" the crowd is heard cheering from over the microphone and outside. This made me weep harder.
"And this is a special treat," The announcer continued, "She has taken not one, but two packets of the 'Danger Solution' and will be chained down, unlike previous battles. Let's begin!"
"HeY, NeWBie." I turn myself to face a troll who looked battered in bruised. He looked like he was a troll between Felorange and Syllia. Someone on the brink of death but not dead yet.
"i'M uP! You SHouLD WaTCH…iF i Die, TaKe iT aS a LeSSoN oN WHaT NoT To Do…"
"Why would you say that?"
"No BiG DeaL! THe HiGHBLooDs THiNK i'M FuNNY, So i'LL GeT ReViVeD…BuT i WiSH i'D GeT BoRiNG aLReaDY…" His face was sad and weary as he walked to a large and heavy black gate.
"W-wait! What do you mean 'revived'?"
"I'LL eXPLaiN LaTeR, KiD. NoW, JuST WaTCH." The chains of the gate clanked and clattered as they lifted the gate. The brave troll walked out into the light and I moved to the barred window to observe the scene. There were a lot of highbloods out there, cheering and waiting to see new blood splash against the already stained and sandy ground. Theres a loud snarl and the Silencer clenched her teeth. Her eyes were wild and slightly faded. "Effects from the 'Solution." Her muscles tightened as she lunged at the other troll. The chain the announcer had talked about was very long and snaked around the arena. This gave the silencer a lot more freedom than what I had originally thought.
She rushed past her victim, blurring the vision of him for a moment before moving again. This time towards one of the walls. The other troll eyes were widened in shock and fear. The side of his face was torn and bleeding a dull purple very badly. The crowd cheered and laughed. Silencer grinned blood dripping from her mouth and tongue. She jumps on the wall and kicks off of it, twisting in the air and kicking him in the back of the head. Blood spewed out of his new injury as he fell on the ground. Silencer licked her lips and cackled at his body. She jumped at him again this time ending it by clawing through the fabric of his shirt and digging into his stomach and chomping down on his Chitinous windhole. The smell and sight was too overwhelming and I threw up. The new smell made it even worse. My eyes were watering and my nose running. I began to cry some more for the fallen troll.
"The winner is THE SILENCER!" The crowd went wild. One brightly dressed troll raced out and began taunting Silencer as two other trolls grabbed the body and ran to the exit. The Colorful troll followed lead and left the Silencer to bask in the crowd's cries and cheers. She didn't look amused in the slightest, now that the body was gone.
Someone had made the mistake of throwing a can at Silencer. She caught it and crushed it in her hand turning in the direction of the troll. She dropped the can. I noticed it was scorched as it hit the ground. Her hands and eyes seemed to glow as she ran at the wall. Her hands left the wall charred as she began scaling it snarling, "Everyone's going to die!"
Everyone on that side screamed and were frantically trying to move out of the way. Silencer was suddenly pulled of the wall, he chain taught. As she crashed on the ground she turned to see Sarkus, the blue blood, holding the end of it. He held a large cattle rod in hand. Silencer growled at him ready to pounce.
"V#ltage Strike." He moved around her attack and put the large rod against her back. She screamed as she was hit with a shock. She falls on the ground twitching.
"Jerk. You didn't have to shoxk me that hard," she groaned groggily.
"Just take the antid#te bef#re y#u try t# hurt #ne #f the bystanders again."
"Fine." I watch her inject herself with some blue liquid and the glowing fades. They both walk out of the arena, most likely to meet up with the zombie. I lean against the wall and cry some more.
"Get up you piece of crap." I whimper as I look up at none other than Betrayer herself.
"I want you to use this knife in the arena tomorrow," she says handing me my blade.
"M-my knife." The sight of it cheered me up a bit. Suddenly a thought passed my mind.
"This blade is bad and y0u sh0uld feel bad."
"MISCHIEF IS DOOMED!" I cover my face with my hands.
"Wait. Why don't you rescue m-." Ahvian was nowhere in sight.
"She left me. Great." My eyes felt prickly, like I was going to cry again.
"Mischief is going to fight tomorrow, how is he going to handle it!? OHMYGOGOHMYGOG! HE'S GONNA DIE ! HE'S GONNA DIE!"
"aW i WouLDN'T SaY THaT." My head snaps up and I turn to see the troll from earlier walk in and a guard lock the door behind him.
"Your alive!" I cheer.
"i'D Be HaPPieR iF You'D LooK LiKe You'D THouGHT i WaS CoMiNG BaCK."
"Oh, uh sorry… I don't think I ever got your name."
"ZeRo."
"Zero? That's a weird name."
"It sure is Mischief…"
"… so. You said you'd tell me about revival. Are you a zombie like Felorange."
"You MeaN THe CoRPSe THaT'S aLWaYS aRouND MoNSTeR. No NoT eXaCTLY. You See, THeRe aRe RuLeS THe MoNSTeR HaS To FoLLoW iN oRDeR To KeeP THe FaVoRiTe ViCTiMS aLiVe. FiRST, SHe MuST aSSeSS WHo WouLD Be CoNSiDeR a FaVoRiTe. THeN, SHe HaS To Be aBLe To MoRTaLLY WouND uS, BuT NoT KiLL uS iMMeDiaTeLY. IF THe HiGHBLooDS LiKe uS THeY WiLL Be QuiCK To oPeRaTe oN uS aND SaVe uS FRoM DYiNG. iF THeY DoN'T LiKe uS THeN THeY LeT uS Die. SiMPLe."
"Oh… so how does Mischief get revived."
"THe GoaL iS NoT To WiN. You'LL uNDouBTLY GeT KiLLeD. WHaT You NeeD To Do iS PuT oN a SHoW. RuN, SLiP, STRuGGLe, aNYTHiNG PaTHeTiC.
"Okay. Mischief understands. He'll put on a show."
"Yo MaN! CaLM DoWN. WHaT'S WiTH THe THiRD PeRSoN STuFF?"
"When Mischief is scared or otherwise upset he'll talk in third person! HE CAN'T HELP IT! DON'T JUDGE HIM!"
"CHiLL! iT'S KiNDa CuTe. BuT THe PoiNT iS To MaKe THe HiGHBLooDS WaNT You aLiVe. ToMoRRoW THe MoNSTeR WiLL Be CHaiNeD, GiViNG You a SLiGHT aDVaNTaGe. DoN'T Be a CoMPLeTe PuSHoVeR. WouND HeR a BiT." My eyes tear up again. There was so much pressure and a lot was happening so fast.
"Do you know how Mischief got here? He was abandoned by his parents, sold in an auction, told to assassinate someone, was stabbed, met a shape shifting zombie, and now he's here being told to die for some high bloods entertainment." I hold my arms out.
"Mischief needs a hug." Thankfully, Zero wraps his arms around me. He is very warm and comforting.
"iT'S oKaY MaN. iT'LL Be FiNe. HeRe, TaKe ThiS BLaNKeT aND ReST." He hands me a taterred and holed cloth."This doesn't qualify as a blanket"
"Um, thanks."
"NoW SLeeP." I do as I was told and lay down. I close my eyes trying not to worry about what was coming in the morning.
