A World Embroiled in Chaos
Chapter Thirty-Eight: Death of the Eleventh Unlucky
More chapters for loyal readers! Here you go!
DISCLAIMER: Refer to Chapter Nine's Disclaimer.
Last Chapter: It's kinda hard to forget what happened last chapter, but I'll say it anyways. Everyone died. Except for Harris. Zyalia and Aivos killed Alicia, Alya, Harold, Austin, and Jase, and Zyalia left Harris with a horrible burn on his face. The only thing that survived the fire besides Harris was the family heirloom: A special and ornate mask, which Harris now wears.
Harris Saga Chapter III:
Four short years. That's all. Harris went out into the world, constantly getting stronger. After the four years, he was tired of waiting, and tired of being satisfied with killing lackey silver rogues. He was ready to move up: to actually strike a blow, if even a small one, to the silver rogues as a whole. He decided to go for what was closest to him: Varus, eleventh strongest of the infamous unlucky thirteen…
…Somewhere…
A sixteen-year-old Harris walked through Coastiand. But this wasn't the happy-go-lucky-uber-paradise-and-resort-that-is-idyllic-for-all-tourists-and-beach-bums-and-gamblers-and-stuff side of Coastiand. Coastiand had another side of it, the side behind the great gambling place. It was the Dark side of Coastiand. The unhappy-go-unlucky-get-shot-everyday-dark-alleyway-where-all-the-poor-and-mentally-deprived-or-just-psychotic-people-stay-and-lots-of-crimes-and-crime-syndicates side of Coastiand, which lay untouched by many, and those who stayed there… well, they didn't bother with the outside. Unfortunately, Harris had to walk through this side of Coastiand to get where he wanted.
Harris was wearing a hooded cloak, and had his mask on, making him not stand out among the… inhabitants of Western (or better known as the dark side of) Coastiand. A mugger went up to Harris. "Hey, mask man, hand over any coins ya got!" The mugger said. Harris simply turned to him, not saying a word, and put out his hand, many gold coins were in his palm. The mugger blinked. "That was easy…" He said, reaching for the money.
-BLAM-
The mugger lay dead on the ground. Harris punched the mugger in the face with coins between his fingers when the man reached for the money. The force of the blow managed to kill the thief. Harris simply shrugged, and walked on through the dark alley, where a layer of mist had settled over the ground. There was a door to a random building on the side of the alleyway. Of course, every building looked the same: all were pretty run-down. However, Harris knew that this door was the right one. The entrance to unlucky eleven's house.
Harris knocked on the door. A light turned on above the door, and an eyehole slid open. "What's the password?" A silver rogue asked. There was a dead silent pause. "I've…
…Got a lovely bunch…
…Of coconuts…
…Diddle-ee-dee…" Harris said, in one of the most serious tones you could've ever heard.
The rogue nodded, and opened up the lock to the door. "Welcome… by the way, I haven't seen you before… who are you, and what business do you have with master Varus?" The rogue asked.
-BLAM-
His answer? A coin-filled fist in the face. Ow. Guess what? It killed him like it killed the mugger!
Three silver rogues then jumped out at Harris, but Harris grabbed one by the neck, and used him as an improvised weapon to clobber the other two to death. Then Harris squeezed the life out of the one he was using as a weapon. Harris then sighed, dropped the lifeless body of a random rogue back to the ground, and went up the stairs, to where Varus was.
Varus was a man of about 5'5" in height, and was beneath a rusty-orange cloak. His eyes were blackish-brown. He was staring out the window, and over Coastiand, to the sunnier side. "Soon… all of Coastiand will be like this… covered in darkness…" He mumbled, and then he turned around to face Harris. "Can't you just feel it, now? This will become the rogues paradise, and nobody can do a thing about it!" Varus exclaimed, transforming into a Luigi transformation, one that was seven feet tall, and fairly muscular.
"I see… so you must be Aivos' younger brother… this will be interesting." Harris said, transforming into his Mario form, and his cloak disappeared. Harris wasted no time. He ran right to Varus, and socked him in the face fifteen or so times, and then threw him up in the air, through the roof, and blasted a fireball at him, which caught up with the sent-flying Varus, and exploded upon contact.
Harris then jumped out of the hole in the roof he created when he threw Varus, and went to the area where the flaming meteor that was Varus after getting sent flying and sacked by a fireball was… a deserted area of West Coastiand. Harris stared into the pile of smoke… and suddenly, several rusty orange colored fireballs came flew out towards Harris, who caught the fireballs, and threw them back into the pile of smoke. When the smoke cleared, there lay Varus, burnt beyond reason, and incapable of moving.
"You've won… but you do know… that you'll just be hunted… by the other twelve… especially my brother…" Varus choked. "Good. Let them come." Harris said. Varus' eyes widened. "You… inhuman…" He coughed. "Good-bye." Harris said, delivering the final punch to Varus' face.
With his work completed, Harris transformed back into his human form. "I've learned lots of martial arts… but I still don't know where the scroll of Averis is… Dammit." Harris muttered, while walking out of the dark alleyways of Coastiand, with his cloak and mask back on.
…On his way out, a mugger demanded that he gave him money…
-BLAM-
End of Chapter
Ok, there we go. I'll write more later, but for now, review, please…
Until Next Chapter,
-Biggoron