Mathias woke up with his hands confined to his torso. Surprisingly this wasn't the first time this has happened. But unlike this time he wasn't in better standings with his captor.
He lifted his head up and looked around.
It looked like the Vegas strip blew chunks in here with all the goddamn lights and . . .
A hot tube pool table?
Not surprised.
Octavius has some bizarre shit.
He cracked his neck side to side relieving most of the stiffness from sleeping weird.
Footsteps approached. Loud ones.
Mathias counted seven maybe eight people walking down a hall.
He wiggled his arms trying to escape from the chains. No good.
His bare hand hardly grazed the metal but the skin still sizzled.
Gritting his teeth Mathias angled his hand towards his wrist and pulled down the singed coat's sleeve.
"I see you're awake."
Octavius entered the room with a coterie.
His two red headed guards were with him. Apparently even chained I'm still a threat.
I'm touched by his concern, heh.
They made a point to sit on either side of me, both had vicious looking knives out.
"You know staying this attractive involves eighteen hours of beauty sleep. Maybe consider trying it."
Both the red heads tightened their grip in the hilts of the knives but Octavius waived off their trepidation for their master's mental and physical security.
Octavius lounged in the circular booth across from me and the twins. Along with his guards he had brought more than a few hussies.
They climbed over him, clearly and literally entranced. All their eyes were clouded over with false lust.
"Nice fan club. Do these clowns write your fan mail?"
Octavius laughed. Nothing pissed me off more was amusing this asshole.
His steel colored eyes bore into mine.
"Always a confidence booster, eh Brutus?"
Bastard.
The last time I went by my birth name was the day I killed a greatly corrupt leader.
And my best friend.
"So what do I owe the pleasantry of being face to face with the Games Master?"
Octavius murmured some gag inducing bullshit to one of his hussies. She gave a throaty laugh.
I almost rolled my eyes.
"Anytime Octavius. I'm a very busy person."
He turned from the hussy and grinned lecherously.
"You're just a victim of circumstance, my old friend. My only target was the Reaper. She has brought the attention of not only the Real World's most powerful but also the attention of the Bloody Queen."
The elusive one.
Mathias has heard of the new Queen but nothing more.
She was basically a ghost with more blood spilt than he could ever hope to shed.
"So basically the Queen called and you answered like a faithful lapdog."
He chuckled.
"It's smart to stay on her Majesty's good side. Plus now I've gained two new fighters for the matches."
He clasped his hands together.
"With you and the Reaper scheduled many more sponsors will be donating their blood money!"
He stopped talking finally and cocked his head to the side, listening to something.
Mathias focused his hearing but only heard dragging noises and subtle curses.
The door opened. He didn't bother to turn around.
He could smell the spices in the air.
She walked around, probably looking over the place, then made her way to us.
From the corner of his fuchsia eye he saw her stop on the main floor not far from him.
The Reaper didn't look so good. Her face was paler than usual with a slight green tint.
She eyeballed the chains raising a dark eyebrow.
Mathias couldn't help but grin.
Moving on . . .
The fight wasn't half bad.
Mathias was thoroughly entertained as the Banshee destroyed Ripper.
It wasn't everyday he got to see a demi daemon bleed someone dry.
Towards the end he lost interest as the victor became clear.
It reminded him of the old days in the Coliseum. Only then it was humans battling large clawed beasts.
Here it was more brutal.
He looked to his side.
The Reaper stared at the screen with no expression. Not even her eyes shone emotion.
She sat rigidly in the seat.
He nudged her with his shoulder, being careful not to rattle the chains.
He wanted to ask her if she was okay, but they were not alone.
Octavius was watching them like a hawk, trying to find something to use against them in the future.
Reaper turned and looked at me.
She was greener than before.
Octavius once again shoved off a hussy from his lap and walked over to them.
"So what do you think?" He grinned.
The Reaper stood up, about to say something, but then proceeded to vomit down the front of the bastards once nice silk button shirt.
Mathias jaw dropped.
Oh Gods, this was too funny.
The Games Master wore a look of pure horror as he looked to her and down his shirt.
"Whathehellishronwithyou!" He ran words together in a high pitch voice.
She spit out what was left onto the floor and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
"REVENGE!" She professed looking better than before.
Octavius looked down at his ruined shirt one last time.
"GUARDS! GUARDS! GET THEM OUT OF MY SIGHT!"
By the way this asshole was screaming you would have thought more guards would come barreling in.
Apparently this was common for him to take on a whiny voice and scream for the creeps.
The twins returned.
One pulled her out of her seat by her jacket.
The other by the collar of Mathias's trashed coat.
"Easy," he complained. "Its leather."
The ginger narrowed its eyes and punched Mathias in his face.
Clearly it was sick of his bullshit.
Honestly I didn't want to write this chapter.
That's why its so short.
But without it the transition of the story would make little to no sense,
Not that it does anyways.
Thanks for putting up with this story.
~Sirens