Part IX of Pretty Much Blind.

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Peter swung though the air in a graceful arc, flipping over the edge of a roof and soaring across to the street on the other side. Liz was ahead of him, literally blazing a trail towards the commotion folding out somewhere in the east side of the city. She was fast, like really fast. Peter was being pushed to his web-slinging limits trying to keep up with her.

"You know," Liz called over her shoulder to him. "This is actually pretty fun!"

"Yeah, it always starts off like that." Peter shouted back. He followed her around the corner of another skyscraper. "Then time-management becomes a problem, you lose sleep, grades start slipping, sewing up your costume takes a ton of time too."

"Sounds like you know from experience. I guess you have been doing this for a while, huh?" Liz laughed.

"Long enough."

Sandman and Molten Man had made no attempts to hide their movements, breadcrumbs of smoldering cars and overturned street lamps lead a vague path towards the edge of the city. Peter held onto a small hope that they were leading them right towards Hammerhead's hidden base. However that seemed unlikely. Careless they may be, the remaining Exterminators were not stupid.

As the sounds of pandemonium drew near, Peter called for Liz to stop. They both alighted on the ledge of a building and looked down at the setting below.

"Wow." Liz breathed. "It's almost like they're trying to make a scene."

"They must be attempting to draw us away from the base. Good thing we split up." Peter gazed down to where Sandman and Molten Man were plowing their way through more cars and people on their path to the bridge.

Liz looked to Peter and saw him staring at the bridge, completely motionless.

"Hey, you alright?" She asked.

Peter shook his head.

"Yeah, let's just get this over with, okay?" He made to leap off the edge by Liz stopped him again.

"Oh shit." She said, looking at Peter intently. "I just realized something… Gwen died when you were dating, right? You were there when it happened. You fought him!"

Peter turned to look back at Liz.

"And?"

"So is he dead? The Green Goblin, I mean. Is he really dead?"

"Yes."

"Oh, okay. That's good then." Liz smiled at him. Even though his face was hidden behind his mask, she felt it was safe to say that Peter was not smiling back.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

"Yeah, I think so." She nodded.

"Okay then, stay close to me, alright? Focus your attacks on Sandman when you can and I'll take care of Molten Man."

"No. Let me handle my brother."

"Liz, I won't hurt him." He said, and then added. "Too badly."

"I know that." She said. "But I know for a fact that he won't hurt me."

"Are you sure? Your brother might not be thinking too straight at the moment. If it comes down to it, do you think you'll be able to… put him down?"

She thought for a moment, flaming hand rubbing a flaming chin.

"No." She said after a while. "But it won't come to that. Trust me, Peter. I know my brother."

For a second, he considered telling her that this was a bad idea, that he should handle Molten Man instead. However he just nodded. If she felt up to the task, then who was he to tell her otherwise.

Who knows? She might actually handle this situation better than him.

"Alright. Let's go." He led the way, leaping from the ledge and falling towards the ground below.

The street raced up to meet him, but before he hit the ground, he fired a quick line of web towards the bridge. His web-strand connected to one of the support beams with an elastic twang and he was airborne once more, with Liz by his side.

Sandman and Molten Man were straight ahead, still forcing their way over, around, and through the bridge's occupants to reach the other side. Streaking over their head, Spider-Man flipped and landed on the roof of car, blocking their path. Firestar floated down to his side, setting her gaze upon her equally luminescent brother.

"Ah, hell." Marko spat. "Can't you just leave us well enough alone? I'm getting really tired of beating you to a pulp over and over again."

"Do I look like a pulp to you, pal?" Spider-Man spread his arms wide. "You'll have to stop hitting like a pansy if you wanna put a dent in me, dirt bag."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Sandman's hand transformed into a large rectangular slab. "Keep on talking, smartass."

With a loud crunch, his enlarged fist crumpled the rear of the car where Spider-Man had been crouching scant seconds before. Peter leapt into the air, avoiding the strike and launching his own counter attack with a barrage of web-shots.

As Sandman moved to follow Spider-Man through the traffic laden bridge, Liz regarded her brother.

"You should get out of here, Lizzy." Allen said, backing away. "There's no reason for you to be here anymore. You're can be free if want."

"You can be free too, Mark." She replied, floating after him. "Those collars come off with a good punch, trust me on that. You don't have to be a criminal. You can be a good guy."

"Like you?" He chuckled. "Being used by Hammerhead, being used by him." Allen jabbed a thumb over towards where Spider-Man and Sandman battled. "It's all the same in the end, Sis. No matter what side you chose, you're still just a pawn, amirite?"

"It's not like that. I actually want to be here." Liz lowered herself to the ground and extinguished herself. "I want to help you. Power down, Mark. Come with me. We can get help. We can stop this before it gets out of hand."

"It's already out of hand." Allen turned to where Spider-Man was plowing his fist through Sandman's face. "Get out of here, Liz. Now."

He brought a fireball to life in his hand and reeled back, preparing to throw it at Spider-Man's exposed back. Before he got a chance to let loose though, there was an explosion of flame to his right, and then something slammed into his side.

Firestar carried Molten Man aloft, pulling him off the ground and driving him into the side of an abandoned car, its occupants having wisely decided to join the flood of people now making their escape towards the city.

Red hot steel, crumpled around the pair of them as they struggled in the vehicle. Utilizing his impressive strength, Allen got his foot onto Liz's stomach and pushed her off of him. She stumbled out of the car and onto the bridge again.

"You shouldn't have done that, Liz." Allen muttered, pulling himself from the wreckage. "I don't want to hurt you."

"Well then don't try to hurt my friends." She clenched her fists at her side. "Power down, Mark. Now."

He shook his head and looked at his sister with a deep frown.

"Not gonna happen." He said grimly. "Just get yourself out of here."

"Not without you."

"Last chance, Liz." He took a step towards her. "Leave before I- GAH!"

He was cut off when Firestar suddenly rocketed forward, tackling him once more down the length of the bridge.


Directly across the city, on the west side, the Black Cat and Electro were upholding their end of the plan.

"I'm getting a signal."Electro was pacing, holding up a small radio towards the sky. "DeWolff's radio is transmitting from further down the west side, by the pier. Hammerhead must have some sort of base down by the water."

Felicia was hanging out of the side of a parked car, a pile of wires in her hands and a flashlight held between her teeth.

"Aright, good work." Her voice was a little muffled. "Once I get this baby started we can get down there."

"What are you trying to do?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Felicia spat out the flashlight and stuck her head out of the car. "I'm trying to hot wire this piece of shit, dummy."

"Move out of the way, you aren't going to get anything done like that." Electro replaced Felicia at the wheel of the car. Instead of fiddling with the mess of wires hanging from under the dash board, he shoved his finger against the ignition. The car hummed to life. "Gotta love these electric cars, man."

"Whatever I almost had it." The Black Cat jabbed a thumb over her shoulder. "Get out. I'm driving."

"What? No. I'm gonna drive."

"Not if I want to."

"You can't drive."

"And why not?" Felicia's hands latched onto her hips. "Is it because I'm a woman!?"

"What?! No! That has nothing to do with it." Max gripped the steering wheel protectively. "It's just that I'm already sitting here, you know? Doesn't make much sense for me to get out just so you can get in."

"Just scoot over, baldy."

"No. I haven't driven in years. Don't take this away from me!"

"For the love of god, both of you shut up!" Officer Johnson appeared around the rear of the car, cutting between the pair before things escalated. "I'm driving. Everyone get in, now!"

Half an hour later, Johnson was pulling the car towards the docks where DeWolff's radio had led them. Felicia sat in the backseat with her arms crossed, staring daggers into that back of Max's head rest in front of her. The electric man was oblivious, more than contented with riding shotgun.

"Do you guys have a plan?" Johnson pulled the car to a stop and turned to examine his passengers. "Like besides jumping in guns blazing and possibly getting someone killed."

"Nope." Felicia ripped at her door handle and forced her way out of the car.

Johnson turned to Max.

"Should I go in with yall? I dunno if you'll be able to handle that one on your own."

"No. Stay out here and keep the meter running." Max cracked his knuckles. "If we don't come out of there in a reasonable amount of time, or if the building blows up, call in the ERU's. Until then, I'll watch out for the cat."

"Hmmm." Johnson hummed absentmindedly, watching Felicia swagger away. "Level with me, Dillon. Do you think a girl like that would go for me?"

"Nope." Max answered truthfully. "You're thirty pounds overweight and your nose is too big for your face. Plus she's totally into Spider-Man."

"Damn." Johnson pounded a fist on the steering wheel. "Why does that dude always get the babes?"

"I dunno." Max opened his door and stepped out into the night. "Maybe he's a good listener? Either way, you've got about as much of a chance with cat-bitch, as you do with fire-bitch."

"Is Firestar available?"

Max shrugged once and slammed the door in response, before jogging to catch up with Felicia. The former cat burglar had approached the only building built onto the pier, a large warehouse, and was pressing her ear up against the wall.

"Looking for mice?" Electro asked, joining her side.

"Trip mines." Felicia answered. "If this is their lab, it's probably brimming with all sorts of traps."

"I see. Let me try." Max stepped up as Felicia retreated, and pressed the side of his round head against the wall. Through the concrete and steel, he could feel the pleasant buzz of electricity, a lot of it too. Way much more than a nondescript warehouse should have. "If you ask me, this is the place."

"Then we better get inside." The Black Cat reached to her belt and pulled out a grappling hook.

"You were joking earlier, when you said that you were going in guns blazing, right?" Max watched her aim the gadget towards the roof. "I just think that it would be really stupid to charge into a situation without knowing what's inside."

"Oh give me a break. You're starting to sound like Spider-Man. You're turning into the regular little Boy Scout, aren't you?" Felicia fired a piton into the roof with a solid thunk. "Don't worry about me. I can be stealthy when I want. I just hope you can keep up, Electra."

"Electro."

"Whatever."

Together, the pair of them ascended to the top of the warehouse. There wasn't a skylight or a roof-top door or anything useful like that, save for an air-condition unit with a large vent on the side. Felicia crossed straight to that and began working on the screws securing the vent closed. Max watched her work warily.

"I think I should tell you now that I'm not a fan of small spaces." He said, as she pulled the grate away.

"Well then wait out here. I'll be back with DeWolff and the Mayor." Without a second glance, the Black Cat slid into the dark interior of the air duct and disappeared.

Electro groaned and rubbed at his tired eyes.

"Fuck it." He sighed and climbed down after her.

Gliding down the duct to where it started to move horizontally as opposed to vertically, he caught up with Felicia quickly. She was at a fork in the path, consulting her night vision goggles on which way seemed to be the best choice.

"Changed your mind quickly, huh?" She commented as Electro squeezed next to her.

"Blame it on my chivalrous nature." He grumbled. "That and, I don't want you to soak up all the limelight."

"Oh I think that's going to happen regardless." Felicia started crawling down a path to the left. "Most people are more apt to pay attention to the girl in the cat suit than the man with a cue ball for a head."

"You don't hold anything back, do you?"

"I'm sorry. Was that rude?"

"A little."

"You can cry if you want. I won't tell anyone." Felicia looked over her shoulder when he chuckled. "Oh and stop looking at my ass. It's pretty un-chivalrous."

"I'm not…" He began. "Psh. Alright, sorry."

"Thanks." Felicia went back to skillfully traversing the duct, trying not to be annoyed by how loud Max was being.

"If he keeps banging around like that, he's going to give away our position." She thought. "Maybe he should have stayed on the roof."

She came to a halt suddenly as the air duct vibrated subtly beneath her fingers. Electro bumped into her from behind with a quiet 'Oof', obviously unable to see as well as she could with her special goggles.

"What is it?" He asked. "Did you find something?"

Felicia pricked her ears, tuning into a slight humming noise, which accompanied the strange vibration.

"I don't know." She began. "It sort of sounds like…"

She was cut off when the floor of the air vent gave way suddenly, crumpling underneath them and dumping the pair through the ceiling below. Felicia just had enough time to ponder her situation ruefully before she crashed into the ground with Electro tangling with her in a heap. Somewhere above her, she heard a slow clap.

"Look here, Mayor, Captain." Hammerhead chuckled. "The god-dammed cavalry has just arrived."

Felicia kicked Electro off of her back and rolled to her feet. Hammerhead was there, lounging calmly behind his desk with both Mayor Waters and Captain DeWolff sitting before him in their own chairs. Besides the handcuffs, and the slight ruffling of DeWolff's hair, all of the hostages looked relatively unharmed.

Electro joined the Black Cat's side, and the pair were about to launch an attack on the mob boss when the door to the office opened behind them.

"Did it work?" Speed Demon asked. "I rattled the vents, just like you asked."

"Like a charm." Hammerhead stood up and stretched his back. "Now, you two, calmly accompany Speed Demon to the laboratory, where we can talk this out like full grown adults."

"No talking." The Black Cat stepped forward, flexing her claws with a metallic shink. "You're about to pay for what you did to Liz."

Electro turned, placing his back against Felicia's and facing Speed Demon. It was quickly coming apparent that this encounter was not going to end peacefully. But then again, do they ever?

"Yeah. I don't think that's going to happen." Hammerhead snapped his fingers, DeWolff yelled a warning, and then suddenly Felicia and Electro were airborne once more.

They crashed into the wall, dislodging a painting and knocking over a cabinet full of books, before crumbling to the floor again. Quick to recover, Electro pushed himself up and fired a bolt of lightning towards the blurry figure of Speed Demon, who was racing around for another attack.

It was a well aimed shot, which stuck Speed Demon with enough force to send the speedster crashing through the opposite wall.

"Go after him." Felicia ordered, rolling to her feet again and facing Hammerhead. "I got this guy."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

Electro charged forward, nodded towards his boss, and then leapt through the hole in the wall after Speed Demon. The Black Cat and Hammerhead circled each other.

"I'm surprised at how much you've changed." Felicia commented. "The Hammerhead I remember was a little bit of a wuss."

"I guess I should thank you." Hammerhead responded. "Dethroning the old Kingpin of Crime really opened up so many business and personal opportunities for me."

"Is that why you never tracked me down?" She asked, quickly calculating distances and pinpointing possible weapons. A revolver on the desk seemed to be a good choice. "Too busy reveling in your new responsibilities to track down the babe who killed your boss?"

"Something like that," Hammerhead bared his teeth. "And I always knew that we'd meet again."

Suddenly he lunged forward, hands outstretched to wrap around the Black Cat's neck. She quickly dived out of the way, rolled, and jumped back up, turning to slash with her claws. There was a loud rip as she tore through the sleeve of his suit, cutting into the skin beneath and leaving long, red gouges.

He cried out and brought his fist around and buried it into her gut. Felicia was lifted off the ground and tossed like a ragdoll over his desk.

Blinking to clear her vision and to regain her bearings, Felicia saw the aforementioned pistol had now joined her on the ground and was within arm's reach. Her hand flew towards it, but fell short as strong arms wrapped around her chest and lifted her into the air again.

"I gotta hand it to you." Hammerhead chuckled, squeezing her tightly. "You can be a really annoying bitch."

"It's- a part of my- allure." She gasped.

"Not anymore." He crushed the air from her lungs and proceeded to try and snap her in half.

The Black Cat scratched at him with her claws, reaching every part of him that she could reach while her arms were pinned. He just grunted and tried to squash her quicker, leaving her attempts to grow feebler.

"Put her down." DeWolff said, accompanied by a click as the revolver was cocked. "Now."

Instantly Felicia was released. She fell to the floor with a wheeze and scrabbled on her hands and knees toward DeWolff's voice. The police captain had dove atop the gun and was no standing with the sights trained on Hammerhead's forehead.

"Thank you." DeWolff said, and then pulled the trigger.

There was sharp ping followed by a shrill scream, and then Hammerhead hit the floor like a ton of bricks.

"God- damn!" DeWolff cried, trying to put a hand to her bleeding arm, not an easy task with handcuffs on. "What the hell was that?"

"Vibranium plate in his head." Felicia gasped trying to regain her breath. "I probably should have warned you about that. Is he dead?"

Still cursing loudly, DeWolff stepped forward to examine his still form.

"Unconscious. I took a chunk out of his forehead- yeah, I can see the Vibranium now. Christ that must have been an expensive surgery." The police captain patted his pockets and retrieved the handcuff key. "Be a dear, girl, and go help Electro. I'm sure he would appreciate it."

"Yeah, alright." Felicia scooped up the gun from where DeWolff had dropped it and made her way towards the hole in the wall. "Thanks for the save, Cap. I was just about to wriggle out of that, but… thanks all the same."

"No problem." DeWolff crossed to the Mayor and started on his handcuffs. "Mayor Waters. If you'll accompany me please."

As DeWolff pulled the Mayor to his feet, Felicia dropped down into the lab, on the other side of where Hammerhead's office was situated. In the middle of the large space, near the main stage with the four pods, Electro was getting his ass kicked by Speed Demon.

The lightening man was just too slow for the speedster, who could zip in and out, delivering blow after blow in an incredibly small amount of time. Felicia quickly decided that firing blindly towards the struggling pair was not just stupid, but really stupid.

Regardless, she took aim.

"Electro." She called. "Try to trip him up for a second."

Two swift punches collided with Electro's head, twisting his body from side to side.

"How!" He called back, stumbling and firing a bolt of lightning wildly.

"Use some electricity, dumbass!"

"That's what I've been doing this whole time!"

A kick to the chest followed by an elbow to the back, nearly knocked Electro off his feet.

"Well, use it better!"

"I'm trying!" He focused, ignored the next jab to his ribs, and instead charged his whole body with electricity. When the next punch from Speed Demon connected with his temple, the speedster received a little jolt of his own in return.

"Perfect." Felicia sang, closing one eye and lining up her sights.

As Speed Demon shook from the surprise jolt of power, the Black Cat pulled the trigger. From a mile away, Speed Demon could see the bullet traveling towards him. He commanded his legs to move, but they were uncooperative, still rattling under the effects of Electro's charge.

"Oh, sonovabi-" He began, but was cut off when he felt the bullet pierce his chest like a red hot iron.

Speed Demon fell to the floor, dead, leaving Felicia and Max to poke at his body for good measure.

"Good shot, Cat." Electro rubbed his jaw. "That dude was a nuisance and a half."

"Tell me about it." Felicia twirled the revolver around her finger and shoved it into her belt. "You know. I should start carrying one of these around. They're pretty useful."

"Yeah." Electro bent down and grabbed Speed Demon, slinging the man over his shoulder. "I dunno how Spidey would like that though. I don't recall him being a fan of guns, or killing for that matter."

"He'll tell me off at first, but I'll get my way. I always do." Felicia followed Max towards the lab doors, set on meeting up with DeWolff and wrapping this mess up. "He's got a soft spot for me, you know?"

"Yeah." Max agreed. "So I've noticed."


Peter slid over the concrete, gliding underneath Sandman's powerful swing and jumping to his feet behind the shape-shifter.

"You know," Spider-Man kicked a hole though his back. "If you turned your life around, you could probably find a gig at the local playground. I hear they're looking to replace all the wood chips they have out there."

Sandman swung his elbow behind him, missing Spider-Man by inches. The hero leapt over his head and fired a glob of webbing directly into his eyes. This old trick didn't do much to slow down the Sandman though, who quickly reformed his face with his eyes unobstructed.

"For Christ's sake, will you stop talking?!" Sandman pounded the ground with his enlarged fist. "It's really downplaying the seriousness of this situation."

"It's a coping mechanism." Spider-Man leapt up and punched through his jaw. "It helps me deal with how boring this fight is."

Somewhere behind them, Peter could hear the tell tale sounds of another battle waging, as well as feel the waves of heat washing away from the scuffle. Firestar and Molten Man were burning their way along the bridge, melting cars and boiling concrete in a confusing battle of fire and light.

Peter tried to keep his mind focused on his opponent, and not on how well Liz was doing in the fight against her brother. If this whole team thing was going to work, he was going to have to trust her. Plus taking his thoughts off of the matter at hand wasn't just incredibly dangerous. It was a hundred percent stupid.

Coincidently enough, Spider-Man was suddenly blind-sided by a hard fist to the ribs. Sandman's large, quick moving blow sent Peter cart-wheeling through the air. He slammed into the roof of a car and slid over the other side.

Momentarily resting between two parked cars, Peter found himself face to face with a cowering man.

"Sup, Spidey-Bro." The man said. He was young and crouched motionless next to an expensive looking sports bike. "Are you fighting dudes? That's cool."

"Yeah," Peter sat up and shook his head back into focus. "It's a regular blast. On an unrelated note, are you using that motorcycle?"

"Yeah. It's mine, dude."

"Let me borrow it for a second."

"Uh. I don't know…"

Without waiting for a full response, Spider-Man quickly grabbed the motor cycle and hefted it over his head. Sandman came into view, pushing his way through the parked cars to reach Peter. The young man looked between his captive motorcycle and the approaching Marko.

"Aw. Shit man." He said. "I just paid that off."

"You're doing a public service." Spider-Man waited into Sandman was in the perfect position before throwing the bike at him with all of his strength.

Flint Marko saw the bike flying towards him like a speeding bullet. With only a few option open to him, he went with his gut instinct and hardened himself into an impenetrable wall of sand. Unbreakable or not, the force of the projectile was enough to knock him sideways and over the edge of the railing. Sandman tumbled off of the bridge and Spider-Man leapt to the edge to see a large splash in the water below.

Peter waited with bated breath, staring down into the murky depths of the bay and waiting for Marko to resurface. After half a minute though, the water remained undisturbed, as if nothing had shattered it's surface in the first place.

"Hmm." Spider-Man muttered. "So if fire beats water, and water beats sand, does sand beat fire?"

Peter looked over towards where Liz was still dueling with her brother. With Sandman currently unaccounted for, it seemed unlikely that Molten Man would be smothered in dirt anytime soon. Hell, even with Sandman here that was still a very unlikely occurrence.

They'd have to find some other way to stop the fiery man.

Spider-Man swung over to where Allen and Liz were wrestling on the ground, leaving a trail of embers in their wake as they rolled on the asphalt.

"Hey." Peter stood a few yards out of harm's way. "Hey!"

They came to a stop, with Liz pinning her brother underneath her and her hands wrapped around his neck.

"Listen up, Molten Man." Peter continued, having gained their attention. "Both of your buddies are gone and the rest of our team is probably arresting Hammerhead and Speed Demon as we speak. Surrender now, okay? It's over."

"I can't." Allen struggled under his sister. "I can't go to prison."

"We can make a case for you, if you just stop fighting us." Liz tried to subdue him. "This whole thing isn't your fault. It was an accident, a mistake."

"I've been making mistakes my whole life." Allen succeeded in pushing his sister off of him. "And I've learned one thing from that. There's always another mistake along the road."

"So what?" Liz faced her brother. "You're just going to keep being a bad guy?"

"Maybe." Allen conjured a fireball in his hand. "I'm pretty good at it."

"The mistakes we make don't matter." Peter interjected, stepping between them. "It's what we do with what is left behind that makes a difference. I know it's hard to remember, but you have to realize that there's more to this than just what's happening at the moment. You've been told that this is all that you're good for and I get that. It's easy to believe them all, all the lies and the stories. But look at what you're doing, Mark." Peter pointed to Liz and the scorched bridge. "Is this really what you want?"

Allen turned from his sister, to Peter, then back to his sister again. His mouth drew up into a thin line.

"You guys can't keep me out of Riker's." He said. "If I go with yall, then I'm going to prison."

"We don't know that." Liz pleaded. "This is all Hammerhead's fault."

"I went along with it though." Allen admitted. "I like this."

"Then you're gonna love this." Spider-Man suddenly leapt forward, while Allen wasn't looking, and punched him as hard as he could in the jaw.

Molten Man twisted sideways and stumbled to the ground. Peter leapt onto him and dealt another swift punch to his nose for good measure. There was a sharp crack and then a sizzle as Allen's fire was extinguished.

"Peter!" Liz shrieked. "What the hell?! I almost had him!"

"No." Spider-Man stood up and blew off his smoking fist. "You didn't."

"How do you know?"

"Cause I know people like him. There's no talking them down once they've gotten this far." Peter turned to Liz. "I know you feel bad right now, but really, think about how I feel. I totally wasted that awesome speech on nothing."

"I'm sure you'll get to use it again someday." Liz extinguished her flames as well and knelt down next to her brother. He was unconscious. "What do we do now?"

"Now." Peter held his hand out to her. "We lick our wounds and get next for the next set of bad guys who feel like blowing up the city. Then we rinse and repeat until we can't stand up anymore."

"So does this make me a hero?" Liz asked, taking Peter's hand and standing up again.

"Yeah. Yeah, I suppose it does."


I'm surprised at how many people though I was going to kill off DeWolff. Aren't you sick of me killing people? This is Spider-Man, not god-damned Battle Royale after all.

There is only one chapter left. It will be posted tomorrow.

Thanks for reading. Remember, you are the chosen one.

- Mike