Chapter 16
Pac and Hunter were in the back preparing. Pac was taping up his wrists and fingers; just enough to hide the monster skin and look rather normal. Hunter on the other hand was taking off his shirt and displaying it loud and proud. "Come on, it doesn't matter, people have already seen it. Why hide it?" Hunter paused. "Oh right, this is being broadcasted live to all the cities isn't it?"
"I want to feel normal, this is the best I got right now." Pac replied. "Besides… I feel different today…"
Hunter paused. "Different? How?"
Pac didn't want to say, yet, ever since they have been training hard. He could feel his skin crawl. Like something was moving under it. "It's nothing," he muttered.
Hunter didn't press him any more on the subject, nor did he judge his brother for taping up his hands. Instead, they were focused on whom they will face and how they will defeat them. Pac's first opponent was Dorvan the Disturbed. Not much is known about him, so the fight may actually be a bit of a surprise for Pac. With his hands taped, he was called to enter the ring.
"Good luck!" Hunter called.
Pac made his way out to the roaring crowd. Dorvan was already in the ring, waiting for him. The announcer took his time announcing his name. "Ladies and Gentlemen, be prepared for we are about to encounter a serious threat, a level dragon in our midst! Behold, one of the sons of Garou, the human monster … Garou Jr!"
Pac walked out, he heard many boos, yet, there were people cheering. In fact there was a whole section of girls screaming towards him, holding up a sign saying. 'Sons of the Leviathan prince fan club!'
"I have a fan club?" he said to himself, but continued on towards the ring. He stepped up and into it, and took a close look at his opponent. Dorvan was staring at him with this wicked look in his eyes. Pac has seen it before, but this… this was different. He truly intends on harming him in some way or form.
"Gentlemen, let's make this a good, clean fight! Ready! BEGIN!"
Pac waited for Dorvan to make the first move, but he found the man oddly stationary. Baiting him to come forward. Pac didn't really think much of it, so, he decided to go in for a quick strike. He wouldn't move too fast to see, after all, there are people who came to see a fight, not a blur! But as Pac went in, he felt it.
Dorvan moved fast! His stomach was struck multiple times, but something wasn't right. Pac began to cough up blood!
He was reduced to his knee when he saw it, brass knuckles were on Dorvan's hand… and they were spiked with long sharp pieces of metal! The piece was quickly hidden, too fast for human eyes to see. Pac's hand went up. "Formal protest!" he called and spat the blood from his mouth.
"Protest called, what grounds?!" asked the ref.
"Illegal use of weapon"
The referee went over and frisked Dorvan, despite what the people saw, Pac saw what they didn't. The referee was in on it! He hid the brass knuckles, palming them and sliding the piece away into his pocket.
"YOU CHEAT!"
Pac cringed at the sound of his father shouting from the stands. He turned to him. "I got this!" he shouted to his father.
Pac turned back to Dorvan. "I thought… we could have a good fight… you aren't interested in one, aren't you?"
"Me… Noooooo" he said sarcastically. "I just wanted to see if you bleed red."
Pac spat out another mouth full of blood. "Satisfied?"
His opponent got a crazed look in his eye. "Oh no, not yet boy… not yet…"
He shook his head to it all. "So be it." With his protest ignored, Pac was asked if he wanted to continue. "Hell yes." He said. The referee called for them to restart, this time. There was no mercy.
To the amazement of the crowd, Pac did the Dragon slayer fist on his own, which normally requires 2 people to perform. He didn't aim it directly at Dorvan, but enough that it will cause him to feel it for the next several months! Dorvan flew out of the ring, and went through the wall! The crowd froze as Pac raised his hand in victory, yet braced his stomach painfully. He needed to eat something to recover.
Making his way to the back, Hunter was there at the ready. He sat down his brother and already taped up his wounds. "Shit, he stabbed you!"
"He wasn't here for the money, or the competition… that asshole was here to make people suffer."
Hunter took his time as he wrapped up Pac's wounds. "Come on, there's a catering place that has a table for each competitor, let's get you something to eat." Hunter helped Pac up and into the catering room. There were tables of food, each marked for a contestant, yet, when they found theirs it was empty.
"I don't get it…" said Pac.
"You don't eat!" snapped Kujo. "You have to be sponsored to get food, you ain't sponsored!"
"This was a courtesy catering job for ALL contestants!" protested Hunter. "I saw food on there earlier today with our names on the table!"
"You snooze, you lose."
Pac shook his head to it all. "I'll be fine, I just need a moment to rest up."
"Let's go back out and watch the matches, I don't want to be in these guys company anyway."
As the brothers made it back out to the arena once more to watch the other matches, a drone appeared from the Heroes Association. It dropped right in front of them before taking off! "What's this?" Hunter opened up the boxes only to find a familiar meal waiting for them.
"Pig God?" asked Pac.
Hunter smiled. "Pig God," when the camera panned to them, the brothers did a respectful bow and thanked Pig God for his delivery. Pac ate all of his right away. In that time, the wound healed over, he was good as new.
"Hold on to mine, I'm up next!"
