Chapter 3:

Onz Axel oficially joined team, he went to the position on the front with Kevin and Kier went to the mid position on the middle of their side of the team, leving the wierd Xs eyed dwarf that looked like a dead pokemon on the bench where they always should had being.

The whisper sounded and inmediately Axel started runin with the ball towards the goal thingy. Even tough he was closer than anyone else, the ball ended up being stoled from him. It was his fist time playing after all, he was already doin too good as it was.

The ball was passed to the mask dude that arrived in front of the goal very fat, but at that moment Kier tried to steal the ball. Sadly, he was dodged easyly. Angering Kier a bit. The mask dude hit the ball a hundred ties very quikly, shoting the ball really fast to Mark.

Light arised from the goal. Lighning apeared from Marks right hand, forming the shape of a hand almos as big as Mark. That hand stoped the ball like it was magic and teh ball ended on Marks hand like it was nothing.

Every one was surprised, including the own Mark who was smiling so widely like he had the small moon on his face, but smaller.

"I mean... of curse this was gonna happen! It was all plained from the beggining, yes..." Tried to acclaim soundin as convincing as a mouse saying they hate cheese.

He threw the ball with all his migh and the ball ended at Kiers feet.

"Pass it!" Yelled the angry Axel, who made Kier nervous.

"Ok!" When he was gonna pass it, that Jude dude stole the ball. Angry, Kier went after him and, may be kidding, Jude passed it back to Kier.

Kier, confused, kicked the ball with all his might. For once he managed to touch the ball, and it went al shoted like it was a misile with nuclear power that went to the oposite goal. No body was expecting that to hapen, and it hapened so fast that that, when every one was able to reac, the goal was already scored.

"I knew it! I've always trusted in you from the very first second I saw you!" Yelled Mark from the goal. "Know is the come back!"

"Interestin... Very interestin!" Yelled Jude.

"But... you didnt pass the ball you dickhead!" Axel took Kiers neck in his hands and shaked him for a few second like he was his annoying son or something.

The match was on again. One to sixty nine. There was left than half the secon time and there was actualy no way to come back. Even tough, the match went on. The Royal kicked of and, again, passed the ball to Kier.

"Show us what you can do." They were ready to what ever could hapen this time cause they had already seen how strong Kier could shot.

The ball recived such strong kick only that this time instead of goin to the enemy goal it went to the sky.

"Good pass!" Said the spiky haired that jumped so high that he looked like flying. In the air he was spinning and spinning like a beyblade. From his shoes apeared something like fire and, eventualy, hit the ball. The ball falled like it was a meteor or the definitive skill os that cool dude of final fantasy. It was a very easy goal for the Raimon.

Second goal, as useles as it might be but at least they didnt look as bad as if they had zero goals.

And, after that, the Royal gave up.

"Wait what?" Asked Axel and Kier at the same time.

"The couldnt handle our magnificence! The victory was ours from the very beginin, mates!" Said Mark arrogantly.

"The hell just hapened...?"

"We'll met again. Good match bois." Jude left while laughin like a crazy bastard who was evil.

The Royal wen away in their amazing train bus thingy that shouldnt be allawed to travel through regular streets. The Raimons member didnt know if they shoudl celebrate such an odd victory, except for Mark, who was plenty of happy.

"Looks like you managed to not disapiar." Said the red headed lass, that arrived a bit after the match was ended. "But dont thing you'll always win if your next matchs go like this one... be sure to say good bye."

"But, we won! Thats all that matters!" Mark threw a bird. "Fuck you, Nelly!"

The lass left.

"Well, Im leavin. See you." Axel left, runnin very fat. The rest of the team went their own ways. Kier was left alone on his place, thinkin they were gonna do something, but he was left alone. Then a lass of brown hair arrived.

"Mark, I'm so sor-! Eh? Where is every body?" She asked confused.

"Well... the match has ended." Replied Kier, who was plannin to leave as well the last.

"Oh, well. Can you tell me where Mark is? I'm sure he's really depresed after being defeated, so I want to cheer him up." The lass smiled naughtily.

"We won."

For many very long seconds, silent was the only thing heared by their ears. The lass eyes lost their shine.

"Are you kiddin?"

"No..."

"... shit. Well, whatever, I'll find Mark on my own." The girl, whose name is Silvia even if Kier doesnt know it, left slowly without a goal set, like she was a zombie or something.

After shrugin his sholders, Kier left finally.

On his way gome, Kier stoped in a brittish bar to take some tea as his way to celebrate his first goal and victory. The owner of the bar was a english mister very friendly with a really thicc moustache that looked like he was very strong when youn, and hard, but now he only looks like a shaved english santa.

"Mate, I recommend thee that thou gort tohome soon." He told to Kier.

"Of curse, I'll try to get there as soon as posible. The situation is not very good with so many thingys out there. Please go you too soon. I wouldnt like this place to get closed."

"I'm not surer if I shall maker such promise. After the serial killer news, very little people come here. If he doesnt disapiar soon, I dont think I'll make it this month."

"Uh... I guess I have to ask for many orders then. Well, I wish it doesnt end up hapenin."

After a while, Kier left. The sky was turning dark. Not many people were out there on the street. After a while walking, Kier listened steps behind him.

The camera stops on Kiers shoulder, who turns his head to look backwards. The only eye we can see, usually black, was shining with some odd and supernatural shine. A cute smile was the last thing saw of him that day.