Rated M for blood, gore, and very descriptive scenes of nastiness.

Chapter 10: Dangerous Dreams of Death

"Huh…? Where am I…?" I think to myself as I look at the ruins around me. Bits of metal and the Rings of Deception lie on the ground in front of me.

I try to calm down, but the realizations just keep coming; the ruins were what were left of the Mistici's headquarters, hundreds upon hundreds ripped to shreds by… something.

My head's starting to hurt, and to make it worse, I start seeing familiar faces. Lambo from twenty years later hung twitching on a still electrified pole; his horns jabbed into both sides of his neck. Hibari-san looked like he was thrown across the ground, his face bloody and head twisted 180 degrees. By now, tears are forming in my eyes and I've thrown up more than I should have. How is any of this happening!?

I hear groaning nearby, and I turn to see Yamamoto, his face almost unrecognizable from the numerous cuts and stabs. His entire body had pieces missing, but he held a hand over one wound as if it's the only one that matters. Now I smell smoke and gunpowder, so I turn around to see Gokudera-kun, his lower half completely blown away, dragging himself with his entrails spilling out and coughing up blood. Ryohei was lying down as if he's just relaxing, but his body screamed otherwise. Everywhere, especially his face was covered in cuts that could only have come from something like a multi-bladed fist.

Looking at Tsuna, I couldn't think of anything to describe it. His entire self was scorched almost to his bones, with tiny flames still surrounding him. I was horrified by what I had seen. Then the thought hit me: "What happened to Chrome?"

I looked around desperately, but when I found her, I froze instantly. Her trident's blunt end had been jammed into the ground, Chrome hanging on it from it being stabbed between her legs, up, and out of her chest, her face in a look of pain, fear, horror, and sorrow.

After that, I just broke. I fell to my knees and cried. What happened? Who did this!? WHY!?

Then I hear the clanking, and I turn around to see the bits of metal and the rings come together to form a suit of armor my size. I wasn't thinking anymore. "WHO DID THIS!? WHO!?" I scream. The armor did nothing for several sickening seconds, then slowly raised the index finger with the Cloud Ring and snarled:

You.

Me: I promised, I delivered.
Burlone: Took you long enough, idiota.
Me: *ignoring* Funny story, this one. I was on my way home from a trip to the Museum of Tolerance - most depressing and aggravating shit EVER - and a few minutes later, bum-bada-bum! This creepy stuff happened.

An update about my life:

It SUCKS. End of story.
BTW, everyone that believes in "12/21/12", you're all dumb as fuck. Nothing significant is going to happen on that date.
And to rub it in your faces when we survive, I will play, out loud, It's The End of The World (As We Know It) by REM.

Preview for Chapter 11:

In reality, I actually danced ONCE. It was a group thing and I can't even consider walking around to "Pon de Replay" dancing. Of course, that was elementary school… Right now, I've only learned the tutting section of SHINee's "Lucifer" but it still feels off.

*RAGING BONUS*

I need more fanfics to write! Give me ALL the ideas! I will credit you if I deem the idea acceptable.