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CHAPTER 11
The devil could change
He was once an angel
and maybe evolving still
Laurence J. Peter
NORMAL POV:
The lights in the stadium were dimmed and silence reigned over them all like a big dark cloud of gloom. Kiaan and Ambrosio, dressed in their usual attire, walking side by side, made their ways across the stadium floor towards the huge dish in the centre.
The led strips of light on the ground with a five feet distance between them, ran from opposite ends of the stadium, from the entrance to the arena floor, all the way to the dish , then swerved to circle it like a red snake against the black tiles.
Oliver and Enrique, dressed like the knights they were, ready to avenge their friends and to drag their team to victory by crushing the enemies under their feet, walked to the centre with their heads held high.
"AND NOW IT'S TIME TO BATTLE. THE CONTESTANTS ARE READY AND SO AM I", Jazzman shouted excitedly in to mic and a high pitched noise rang throughout the stadium. Everyone pressed their hands against their ears.
The lights aimed at the dish flickered on, bathing its smooth black surface in golden.
"FOR FRIENDS AND FAMILIES WHO ARE WORRIED OUT THERE, ROBERT AND JOHNNY HAVE BEEN TAKEN TO THE HOSPITAL -", Brad Best was interrupted rudely by A.J. Topper.
"AND THE DOCS SAID THEY'RE OKAAY! THEY'RE RECEIVING TOP MEDICAL TREATMENT, AS WE SPEAK! "
"RIGHT YOU ARE, A.J. SO LET'S LIFT THE MOOD OF DOOM AND PARTAAAY!", the crowd came back to life and exploded in cheers.
"BECAUSE WE ARE ABOUT TO WITNESS HISTORY!"
"WILL THE KNIGHTS BE ABLE TO HAUL A WIN FOR THE TEAM AND DO WHAT THE STATS SAID WERE IMPOSSIBLE OR WILL THE SILENT BUT BRUTAL ASSASSINS DEFEAT THE EUROPIAN CHAMPIONS IN A TOURNAMENT FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER?!"
"BUT YOU KNOW WHAT'S CRAZY, BRAD? NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE!"
"SO LET'S GET OUR FREAK ON AND COUNT IT DOWN!", Jazzman shot a hand up in the air. "THREE…."
Kiaan took a deep breath. Oliver wielded his rapier with a determined look on his face while Enrique aimed his shield at his opponents. Ambrosio put a finger on his chin and tapped, "they called us brutal".
"TWO…"
"Focus, Brosey. This is no time for zoning out", Kiaan warned his teammate.
Ambrosio drew his golden blade out of his pocket and smiled big at his competition. "I'm so excited I feel tingles all over my body!"
"What? No!"
"ONE! LET IT RIIIIP!"
They launched their blades with perfect synchronisation.
"AND IT'S OFF!", A.J cried.
Kiaan's red and white spotted blade, spun at the very centre of the dish, awaiting.
Oliver's blade cut in perfect streaks and circled his opponent, the golden light glinting off its attack ring.
Suddenly Enrique yelled, "AMPHILYON! ATTACK!", Ambrosio's blade had been zooming across the beydish at the very edge. Enrique's blade made straight for it.
"LOOKS LIKE THE GLADIATOR'S SPOTTED THE TEASING BLADE. IS IT A TRAP OR A FLAP?", A.J Topper mused.
Ambrosio burst out laughing. "What is that thing? It's got a head on its tail!"
Enrique's jaw unhinged. The kid wasn't even trying to move out of the way and he insulted his bitbeast! Maybe he was just stupid.
Enrique decided to not get thrown off his attempt by the laughing idiot and increased his blade's speed to one-hundred percent. This was so over.
"LOOKS LIKE THE KID'S JUST FOOLING AROUND, A.J. HAS HE GOT A PLAN? IF NOT, HE BETTER MOVE OUT OF THE WAY QUICK",
"AMPHILYON! FINISH HIM!"
Enrique's blade slammed into Ambrosio's with such ferocity, the entire stadium shook from its impact.
"OH MY!", Jazzman stumbled.
Kiaan shot Ambrosio a worried look. "Don't".
Ambrosio's blade shot up into the air when Enrique struck. It flew so far away there was no way it was going to fall back into the game.
Kiaan and Ambrosio busy looking up at the airborne blade, didn't notice Oliver who was standing there with a Cheshire cat's grin on his face.
He attacked Kiaan's blade that was still spinning at the centre, undisturbed. He attacked quietly once.
Twice.
Three times and then Kiaan looked over irritated.
Oliver felt the worst pain shoot up his spine. Pain like he'd never known before. Pain that ate him up alive. Pain that could not be described with mere words. It coiled up his spine and shot into his head. His eyes went wide and his mouth fell open.
And then he screamed.
Kiaan gasped, "Shit"
The whole stadium watched in unblinking terror as Oliver's blood curdling screams penetrated the air.
Tyson felt his heart stop and his entire body shook as he watched his friend howl in pain and agony. His mind going numb. He couldn't believe his senses.
Enrique ran towards Oliver, who was now kneeling on the floor. He'd stopped screaming and now his breath came out in shaky wisps of air. He collapsed against Enrique.
Medics rushed over to their aid and lifted Oliver off Enrique.
Enrique spun around, a terrified look on his face. "WHAT'S WRONG WITH HIM? WHAT DID YOU DO?!"
Oliver's blade had been shattered.
Ambrosio looked up at his blade that was falling now. Falling faster than light. Enqriue made a dash for it.
He made his blade zip through the dish at impossible speed to knock Ambrosio off before he landed.
His blade connected with Ambrosio's and Enrique gasped as he felt a zap run through him. His blade dropped back into the dish while Ambrosio's was thrown into the air again.
Ambrosio scrunched his mouth up and pouted in exasperation.
"AMPHILYON!", Enrique ordered his bitbeast to come out.
But it refused.
Enrique tried again. "AMPHILYON! THIS IS NO TIME TO FOOL AROUND! I SAID COME OUT!"
Kiaan watched patiently at a distance.
I will not attack, he thought. Brosey doesn't have an attack but I know he's got this.
Enrique got mad. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! AMPHILYON! YOU HAVE TO HELP ME! You have to.", his voice grew feeble.
His blade decreased in speed. He felt a numbing sensation across his body. He blinked and wiggled his fingers and toes in irritation.
Amphilyon's speed dropped in big numbers and Enrique kept shaking his head to clear it.
Ambrosio's blade fell back into the dish and flew past Enrique, making him look stupid.
Slowly Amphilyon stopped spinning and slumped. Enrique went numb all over and lost his balance. Ambrosio shot over and caught him.
"There now. You're okay. You'll be okay. I'm so sorry.", he whispered into the fallen boy's ear. "So sorry".
Medics rushed in to help.
"And the winners are the assassins", Jazzman blinked in surprise and horror.
Brad Best cleared his throat loudly. "AND THE WINNERS ARE KIAAN AND AMBROSIO!"
"I HOPE THEY'RE OKAY, BRAD"
The scoreboard lit up.
Enrique: 4.4
Oliver: 3.5
Ambrosio: 8.4
Kiaan: 9.0
"Well that was definitely low-key", Kiaan leaned against the wall, observing his captain.
"Shut up. You screwed up just as bad as I did.", shot back Kieran, who was watching the sun set, through the glass.
He sighed. "I thought that was enough. I didn't even use the tenth of my power and yet", he sighed again and closed his eyes.
"I bet our next opponents are quaking in their boots", Kiaan laughed. "Oh mommy!", he mocked.
"We're gonna have to be in full control of our emotions. We cant let them get to us if we don't wanna hurt them."
"Wait a minute. Who are our opponents?"
"The Blitzkrieg Boys", Athan who sat in a chair facing his teammates, grumbled.
"Oh you're facing Kai", Kiaan burst out laughing. "Yeah, controlling your emotions isn't gonna be a problem at all. He won't get under your skin. Being such a nice guy and all."
"Oh", Kieran blinked.
"Kieran, he will goad you. He's as irritating as they come. How long will you be able to put up with his shit without killing him?"
"I'll have to take him out fast then.", Kieran mused. And then added in an irritated tone, "But if he's going to provoke me, then I better start practising yoga. Got any anger management CDs? How to deal with bratty rich kids books?"
Kiaan smirked and shook his head at him. "He's already pissed you off".
Kieran left the room, slamming the door behind him.
"Ambrosio's in the bathroom.", Athan mumbled after a beat.
"So?", Kiaan looked at him funny.
"He's puking his guts out"
"That's not new. He can't handle anything. Let alone someone screaming their head off"
"You better go check on him"
"Why do I have to do it?"
"Because I'm not very good at consoling people"
"Why am I the mommy here?" and with that he stormed out of the room.
"What did I say?", Athan blinked.
~It's not you. It's always someone else~
A/N: Got another exam coming up. And I'm siting here like: *blink* *blink*.