On the crystal clear screen I could see every detail broadcasted from the arena.
It was such a small room that barely had any maneuverability.
Moments after Octavius's announcement side door opened and walked out two people from different ends of the arena.
Jesus, my stomach rolled again. The camera zoomed in on her face.
The one to the left was laughing manically giving everyone the 'crazy eyes'.
She couldn't have been more than 21. Her blonde hair in disarray, patches were missing. As if she pulled her hair out herself.
The sides of her mouth had been cut joker style. Only they never seemed to have healed. Old blood covered the surrounding area.
Every time she laughed the loose cheek skin would flap around exposing the sides of her top and bottom teeth and tongue.
Spit would just fly and her tongue lolled out just like a dog.
This was probably on purpose but she was dressed as a mental patient.
White scrub pants and a legit straight jacket with the sleeves ties behind the back.
As soon as she saw her opponent she struggled at the sleeves jerking herself side to side trying to free herself.
She squawked and struggled harder at the restraints.
Which brought my attention to the other fighter.
Also female. Her wardrobe consisted of an all-black ensemble.
She wore these black loose silk pants with a multi silver chain belt that sashayed as she walked to the middle of the arena.
She had a tube top of the same material (which she filled out well I admit grudgingly becoming self-conscious) with attaching sleeves that flowed passed her hands and hood with small silver looking chains.
She was barefoot whereas the other one had slippers.
The large hood cloaked her face and hair.
There was a tearing noise that brought everyone's attention back to the mental patient. She had torn through the sleeves freeing her.
In her hand there was something metal.
A scalpel.
She must be the Ripper it dawned on me.
Some music started to play from hidden speakers.
It started with a steady beat as the singer's monotone voice chanted something then progressed to heavy metal.
It sounded Japanese, honestly it might have been an anime opening.
I don't know, Aries was the nerd err otaku he declared when he was seven.
Then again he also announce he was going to become a ninja like Naruto.
Not the point.
I went back to watching.
I couldn't help it, I leaned to the edge of my seat to get a better view.
Since Crazy is the Ripper then tube top must be Banshee.
Such odd names but I wasn't one to talk.
Banshee stood on her own side. From the position her hood was facing she must be watching the Ripper intently, waiting for her opponent to make the first move. Honestly she didn't look threatening but looks can be deceiving.
The Ripper screeched as she launched herself at Banshee swinging the sharp surgical tool.
She swiped from left to right horizontally then diagonally determined to catch flesh.
The Ripper hissed.
Her opponent knew the attack well, dogging the opposite way the knife was then catching the Rippers unprotected midsection.
She Spartan kicked the Ripper, sending the maniac flying back. She hit the wall with an appalling smack when her skull collided and blood spattered up the wall.
There was a moment of silence.
Then she started to move again, dry heaving as she leaned forward.
The camera zoomed in showing brain matter, bone, and blood strung out from the wound and stuck to the wall. The Ripper lost strength and fell face first into the concrete floor still heaving.
The Banshee made no move to finish her opponent.
The girl's shoulders sagged in rout. She knew as well as everyone else that she had killed the Ripper. And with one blow to boot.
Octavius tsked.
I looked away from the screen to the blonde bastard.
He grinned. Malicious intent reflected in its stone cold eyes he held the remote.
"The fights not over yet." Octavius pressed another button.
The Banshee jerked her head back, falling to her knees clutching her throat.
"STOOOOOOOOOOOP!" She screamed clawing at her skin. She ripped off the chains and any clothe in her way as she tried to stop the pain, screaming for help.
And all I could do was watch.
Useless.
I snarled at the screen.
"Enough!" I snapped.
I would have launched myself at the fucking sadistic motherfucker but Pinky grabbed me by the hood of my jacket.
Before I ripped his fucking arm off and beat the both of them with it, he spoke.
"Is this truly necessary?" He growled. I looked at him.
I was kind of surprised that he was as irate as I was. His pink eyes glowed vibrantly and I could see a hint of fang peeking out of his lips.
All Octavius did was laugh.
"Everything is necessary for the entertainment. I'm just poking the bear is all?"
What?
I turned back to the screen.
The Ripper had made it back on her feet while I wasn't looking. The half dead nut shuffled towards the fallen Banshee, who was looking down to the floor on her hands and knees, holding the scalpel over her head.
Her intent was clear and a bit cheesy.
This was like a bad horror movie, I wanted to yell at the screen for Banshee to move.
I could hear my heartbeat in my ears. Adrenaline seized me.
Move. Dammit. MOVE!
Banshee looked up as the scalpel was trusted down.
NO! I gritted my teeth balling my fists waiting for the inevitable and gruesome death.
But it never came.
The scalpel sailed through her then making a high pitched ting when it made contact with the floor.
The Banshee from what I could see, even though the hood was still surprisingly in place, was a wicked grin then she dissipated into the ground.
The Ripper snarled scratching the floor where she used to be with the scalpel leaving the concrete lacerated with every strike.
She breathed out. Her breath was easily visible, indicating the drop in temperature.
The lights above flickered one by one.
I saw something move behind her.
She rose from the floor, long iridescent white hair drifted around her as if she was underwater.
Unearthly, white clouded eyes observed the Ripper. Her pale tongue licked her upper lip.
The Ripper froze as a white tendril touched her then turned around wielding the scalpel.
She plunged it into the outreached hand of what appeared to be the banshee.
Banshee made no indication that the attack hurt. Just calmly grabbed the throat of the Ripper and lifted her into the air.
The Ripper gagged, feet kicking into the open air. Banshee just watched, no emotion playing out on her face. The Ripper grew frantic. She took the scalpel and cut the arm that was suspending her again and again. The laceration turned black but no blood was spilt.
The Banshee smiled opening her mouth.
And for the rest of my life I will never unhear this.
The Banshee wailed an unearthly noise. One that felt like my soul had been ripped out of my body then strangled, stabbed, and mutilated before being shoved back in inside out.
It reaching unimaginable octaves that would make an opera singer jealous, or those guys who break crystal with their voice kill themselves trying to replicate it.
The Ripper seized in her hand blood flying every which way the body convulsed.
Blood gushed out of everywhere.
Eyes.
Mouth.
Nose.
Even the wound on the back of her head had a steady flow pouring out.
Then she dropped her.
The Ripper moved no more.
Blood just pooled underneath the body.
Banshee sunk to the floor. Her bare feet standing in the blood.
She inhaled deeply, her eyes going wide as the power receded from her.
Her hair fell limp over her shoulders and down her back. The insane whiteness of her eyes withdrawing as the scarlet color dominated her irises.
Jesus.
Shee.
Ban-shee.
Shee looked around exhausted. Waiting.
Someone must have brought Octavius his Bluetooth device back because he chuckled while speaking over the loudspeakers.
"The winner and undefeated for thirteen rounds."
"BANSHEE!"
He yelled.
The spectators chanted Banshee over and over.
She shut her eyes and pressed her palms to her ears trying to block out the noise.
No one ever want to be congratulated for killing.
No one.
It's hard sometimes to properly describe fighting and killing scenes.
Thanks for the continual support! :D
~Sirens