Hey everyone and welcome to my first chapter of Tournament Hitman! I will say one thing: PLEASE R&R! Disclaimer: No matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, I STILL don't own ut! WHY NOT? Bangs head against wall Well anyways, just please review if you read, I don't care if you just say 'I liked it' or 'I hated it' Just some acknowledgment that you READ IT AT ALL! Please? Anyhow, onto the story
David was looking around the hall, wondering who was going to be his opponent. Suddenly he heard his name called to report to the arena. He got his Liandri issued body armor (it was supposed enhance his abilities and speed healing via microbes up) and ran to the elevator used for qualifying rounds. He heard someone shout good luck, and he turned around to see none other than Lauren from the Iron Guard smiling at him. He smiled back at her and said "Thanks." And kept running to the lift. As the lift rolled up there he realized he wasn't nervous at all. In fact, he was almost…excited! Excited by the thought of being able to kill someone, and not just that, but also do it independently! AND be allowed to! And use weapons, great weapons, TOURNAMENT WEAPONS! Oh yeah…he was really excited… The lift finally stopped and he walked over and saw his opponent for the first time. His name was Ravnor, a murderer who had committed the most brutal gory murder in the last 50 years and so was sent to the tournament. They shook hands, made threats, and were teleported into DM-1on1-Idoma. He started off near the rocket launcher. He picked it and the 2 boxes of ammo for it and turned toward the tunnel, intending to grab the shock rifle and saw Ravnor running through the tunnel, bio rifle charging. He loaded up the 3 rockets and put them into a spiral. He launched them just as the homing locked. He had nowhere to escape to, though he tried strafing left, and the rockets blew him into 10,000 gory pieces. "You be dead!" he shouted into his public channel mic. "First Blood goes to SNIPER!" He had spectated a lot of qualification matches on this map and knew right where the flak cannon was, and he was close. He was about to double jump up the platform when his leg suddenly went flying and melded into the ceiling. He turned around and fired his rocket launcher at Ravnor. He dodged left and left again as shock combo after shock combo flew at him. He could feel the charge of ions in the air as he got the fool to waste his ammo trying to hit him with a lot of shock combos. He ran down the platform and grabbed the health vials and felt the soothing relief of the microbots rebuilding his leg. He ran back and this time successfully double jumped onto the platform. He ran over and grabbed his flak cannon and the ammo for it. He saw Ravnor again, and it just hit him. He was a Necris! He heard footsteps outside the flak hallway and waited around the corner. He saw Ravnor round the corner, very stupidly with his weapon down. He held the flak cannon into his face as he came around the corner. "Miss me?" David said and he grinned with pleasure as the adrenaline rushed through him and his head exploded into a thousand pieces. Suddenly he screamed as his brain was shut down with a single lightning bolt. "Not really," He heard Ravnor say as he respawned near the shock rifle. He grabbed it and saw Ravnor nearing the shield pack. With the skill born of long practice he broke Ravnor's leg with a single shot. He dropped screaming in pain. So far the score was 2-1 him. He took his sweet sweet time walking up there, and on the way he grabbed a flak cannon. He walked over to him. "Merry Christmas," He said and grinned as he shot a flak ball right onto his head and laughed as he screamed in pain. He ran around and grabbed the adrenaline pills and felt energized as it coursed through his veins. He saw Ravnor running at him with a flak cannon. He grinned. "Wow…he actually thinks he can beat me in a flak fight…what a retard…" he thought. He launched a flak ball at Ravnor's feet, and as he launched into the air from the low explosion ran forward and shot a flak shot, and grinned with pleasure as he shot the primary fire right into his face, and watched with amazement as he turned into ten thousand gory bits and pieces. 4-1 him. He though and he grinned with a sick joy at this sport. Just think that he had never even known this sport existed before he was captured. He saw Ravnor turned around, not paying a lot of attention, probably trying to find ammo. He tiptoed up behind him. "Hi," he said into his mike. Ravnor whipped around, and as he did, he blasted his head full of holes. Suddenly, and in perfect clarity, he saw in a nightmarish flashback his father's head full of more holes than even that, although more spread out. He saw, even though he hadn't been there, the insane Necris, whom he now knew as Dessloch, shooting out the walls of every house on the street. He saw the event that made his life change. He watched in horror, as a ghostly spectator as first a stranger's house was shot, then another, and another, and then he was at his friend's house. He screamed silently as his friend ran out of the house, screaming in pain and dying a horrible death of his lungs being pierced. He sat there gasping for air, coughing up blood and gasping for air as Dessloch stood and laughed. It was the sickest thing he ever saw. Suddenly the flashback ended and he was gasping for breath. "WINNER!" the announcer shouted into his headset. They were both teleported out and medical crews rushed forward to mend some minor holes left on Ravnor's head. Not like it could do much more brain damage, he though and chuckled to himself. He turned around and walked onto the lift to the cheering of fans. He smiled to himself. This was the best day of his life.
Miss me? Sorry this took so long, I got an F in math… . So what'd ya think? I'd like to get some acknowledgment, as I saw that 16 people read my prologue, and only ONE FREAKIN' PERSON REVIEWED! That makes me angry…you won't like me when I'm angry…starts to turn green and bulgy lol j/k, but seriously people, please R&R.