Third Exam: Part 3

"Good job!" Leorio shouted to Gon as they were reunited. "We now have one victory, and as we can count on Kurapica's and my victory, we'll surely win!"

They high-fived, but they had to stop their jubiliation for now, because it was Kurapica's turn now. He walked over to the arena to wait his opponent. Just as they were about to grow impatient a massive figure came in Kurapica's way. His opponent was huge, but looked like something from Frankenstein. His patched up head was bald, except for a ring of hair around his head and he sported only three teeth. There were wires growing out of his neck and bolts on his chin. He was just as muscular, or even more than Bendot. And on his left pec were multiple heart tattoos.

"I've already killed 19 people," he told Kurapica, pointing to the heart tattoos. "I don't really like that number, so I'm happy."

"Oh crap," Leorio held his tail between his legs, but don't be fooled, he doesn't really have a tail. "A serial killer this time."

"For me," the zombie freak continue his monlogue, "the only things that excite me are the fights in which we risk our lives. I need blood! Ripped bodies! Pain!"

"That's ok for me," Kurapica said flat-out, which the beast wasn't expecting. "If you would simply decide the fight's rules..."

"Hmm-oh, yes," the freak cleared his throat. "Here's what I suggest: A fight to the death! We fight until the other admits defeat or is dead. However, supposing you fail during the fight, I can't guarantee I won't stop hitting."

"Ok, fine for me," Kurapica sighed impatiently.

The freak was off-set by his uncaring attitude. This guy was treating him like a trivial task! Normal people would be afraid just by the looks of him, but after all he's said, this guys still doesn't care.

"Shall we start?" Kurapica suggested as he took off his pancho. (Well, that's what it is.)

"Wait! I forgot something," the freak held up his hand. "We can't use weapons. This is a fist fight. Even if we're members of the jury, we're still prisoners. We're not allowed to use weapons."

"I see," Kurapica murmured. He threw down an assortment of weapons. "Anything else? If not, I would like to start."

"Huh? Uh..yeah," the weirdo stuttered. "Let the combat begin!!"

The semi-haired man leapt into their and then slammed his right fist down at Kurapica, who dodged it. However, as he made this move, he saw something extrodinary. On the man's back was...

"A twelve-legged spider?" Leorio wondered. "It couldn't be..."

"Heeheheh," the patched-up freak giggled. 'Anyone who wants to become a hunter must've at least heard of this organization at least once. The worst group of criminals in all history: The Phantom Brigade!

"Well, you're pretty damn silent now, aren't you?" the freak chuckled at Kurapica's stunned silence. "I'm Majitani, one of four kings of the Brigade. Take my first attack for some kind of introduction. If you wish to renounce the fight, now's the time, because at this moment, I'm still..."

He trailed off as an ominous air from Kurapica shut his trap. Kurapica's eyes were...glowing a bright and beautiful red. In a flash, Kurapica grasped Majitani's face and before the Brigade member could protest, smashed his face into the ground.

"3 things," Kurapica said through crimson eyes. "1. On the real sign, the member's number is written on the center of the spider. 2. They've already killed so much people that it'd be impossible to count the number. 3. Don't ever usurp the name of that brigade, because next time, I'll kill you without hesitation."

His eyes faded back to their natural blue color and he replaced his pancho onto his shoulders.

"A-are you ok, Kurapica?" Leorio touched the situation lightly as the blonde boy retreated to their stage.

"Yes, I've understood since the beginning that I didn't risk anything against him and that the tattoo was a fake, but after seeing that spider, I've been seeing everything in red. In fact, this happens each time I see a simple spider. I lose my mind and become unrecognisable.This certainly meens that my hatred hasn't gone away. I should be delighted."

Despite his words, an eerie gloom hung around Kurapica, and it was similar to Melancholy's over in the far corner. "This place just gets more and more depressing the farther we get into this exam," Leorio noted. "Well, I'm gonna end it! And hurry picking his body up! I'm waiting for the next prisoner."

"Heheh, that's not possible," one of the remaining cloaked figures said. "Because the match hasn't ended yet."

"What?"

The cloaked figure walked over to Majiani's still body. "He's only fainted. You chose a death match. The combat should've lasted until one of them dies or quits! He's still alive and I've never heard him say he quits."

"Bah!" Leorio grumbled. "Kurapica, end it with him and let's get this over with."

"No."

"What?" Leorio flicked his head around to glare at the silent blonde boy.

"For me the game is over, he sighed. "I hit my adversary while he had renounced fighting. I can't hit a man unconcious."

"You're kidding?" Leorio grouched. "In that case, what do you want to do?"

"Depends on him," Kurapica sighed. "If he regains conciousness, then we'll talk about it. But don't count on me to do anything more."

"If you want," Killua suggested. "I can kill him for you. You've never killed anyone before, have you? You scared?"

Kurapica looked up at him. "I've never asked myself if killing somebody would scare me or not. Moreover, its a fight between him and me. I don't need you're help."

"I remind you, you're not alone here!" Killua pointed out. "It's not the time to be egotistic."

"Right!" Leorio added. "Think a little of others!"

"Sorry, but I don't want to change my opinion," Kurapica remained steadfast.

"It's useless," Killua sighed.

"His adversary was on his way to admit he's lost," Gon chimed in. "We just have to wait till he wakes up."

"Fine! I understand! Do as you wish!" Leorio pouted as he sat in another corner and joined the depressed group.

"He's sulking," Gon sighed.