Chapter Five

The Annihilation

"Today, is a fairly different day, do you know? The day of honoring the noble, and celebrating their freedom. All the people of the fair city will be gathering in Central Square, for the large festivial, to enjoy this fine evening of fine music, dancing, free food, and their noble leaders. To most people this will be the high point of the year, to get themselves over the murders taking place in their city, but to you, Tokage, it is the final level." the voice echoed in his head. Indeed, this would be the big bang, the high point in the tutorial level. Everyone in the city gathered for this fesitival, and he had everything planned. He was sitting up on a roof, revealing his true idenity. This evening, he wouldn't need a disguise. It was about time, people saw the game's co-host, also known as player one.

While sitting alone, he was clicking the gun, staring down with his red eyes at the crowd. It was building up, but he had to wait, again. He had to make sure the other players appeared here, or things wouldn't work. He could reconginze the other players instantly, when they arrived. He knew their heart beats, like a signature. Everyone had one of these little signatures, except he himself. No one could read his heart signature, cause there was no heart to read...

"Hurry up! You take forever getting dressed for any special event, well it's either that or you don't go!" Riff yelled at his young master. It was true that Cain took his time. He wasn't even changing, since Riff had to dress his master, but he was only picking and choosing on what to wear to the fesitvial. It was a local holiday, and he was considered a noble. How could he miss out on the event. Tapping his foot impatiently, Riff waited, mintue after mintue. He was losing it.

"Give me a mintue. I think I got it." Cain's voice carried from the other side of the door.

"I GAVE YOU A WHOLE HALF AN HOUR!" Riff shouted, grabbing the knob, and pulling it towards him. Stomping into the young noble's room, he went straight for the wadrobe, slamming it open, and looking through his clothing, trying to find something decent.

"You take forever, just like a woman." Riff grumbled, pulling something out, and hurridely dressing his master. Cain complained a lot, but as a servant, he was almost used to it. The suit he picked fit him perfectly, and he fixed the ruffle around his neck, and adjusted his top hat. Afterall, that is what a noble should look like on this fine day.

"Come on Riff, why can't we just not go?" Cain asked. Riff snatched his master's hand, and pulled him along down the hallways, out the manor, and towards the festivial.

"Because, one you've been held up in the stuffy house for too long, and everyone goes to this fesitival!" Riff gritted his teeth. The night has only begun, and Cain was already on his nerves, how unusual...

The laturns glowing around the area, really put a nice feel into the fesitvial area. This young soul, was enjoying this event. Sitting next to the fountain, Jizabel was staring off into the eyes of his reflection, rippling with the droplets of fountain water. This day could only be better, if that woman hadn't of died in the train station. For once in his life, he felt in love, how unusal, and strange. He has been indepent before, so why was she so, so, breath taking?

"Oh snap out of it you fool!" he shouted to himself, slapping himself on the forehead. "She's long gone now, her soul, her remains, her everything!" Rising from his position, Jizabel blended in with the crowd, frilled ruffle ties, and a large trench coat (only the ruffle was different really). He wasn't much for hats, he didn't look good in one, according to his opinion. He passed many people, but he really wished he stayed by the fountain. It was lovely indeed, but something about it, wasn't quite right.

When he was sitting there, his head started going crazy. Voices, increasing in his head, chanting something in a different lanauge. He knew they were talking to him, but they were un-descriptive. When he left the fountain, the voices died down, and that seemed rather strange to him. Something about that lovely artifact was intriging the voices, and Jizabel wondered what it could be.

"Why are you leaving?" a grim, slithery voice said. It was inside his head, that was for sure. "The party hasn't started yet. Don't leave yet. Sit through this silly intro, it's suppose to be boring. The real fun, is in about twenty mintues." If only Jizabel could shout at this annoying little voice, but he didn't want to look strange to the other commoners...

"To go, or not to go? Well, I am at the turning point. I can't decide..." Eyria spoke outloud, walking un-steadily in his new clicky shoes, and uncomfortable in his ruffle scarf and suit. Taking a moment to stop, he shurrdered, growled, and shouted loudly, too loudly, "AND YOU GUYS AREN'T HELPING!"

Indeed, the visions had increased, but only after the incident just the other night. These murders were leading into some weird, yet strange chain. If only he could figure out the pattern. Still, he was annoyed by the images he was seeing.

The closer he came to the festivial, the more detailed the visions became. Blood covered the grounds, and body parts piled around a fountain, located at the center of the festivial. Screams filled the air, and purple flames started emerging from the fountain, and began forming a starnge star, using Central Square as the focal point. Eyria trembled at the visions, but he continued his way to the fesitvial. Was this, yet another warning? Were the visions telling him to do something about this up-coming maybe blood shed? Shaking his head, he agreed to the answer no. Their was nothing he could do, but maybe, he could save his own life, from avoiding this event. That wasn't likely either. The visions never showed he himself, Eyria, being torn limb from limb, therefore, telling him, he isn't a victium, but he wasn't the only one. In the images, he saw, four others, not being killed...

There was a very strict reason why Cain was taking his time in finding clothes to wear. He had a very strong, erie feeling about this fesitvial. His feelings were sinking. He only recived this emotion, when murder or death was just around the corner. He didn't tell Riff, so he wouldn't worry him. Cain was going to evenutally arrive at the festivial, just much more later than he was now. He figured that the killer wouldn't strike until everyone was least expecting his arrivial. Trembling, Cain still walked the paths of Central Square, contanstly exchanging worried glances towards others.

"Stop acting so strange Cain." Riff said, noticing his strange behavior. The sound of Riff's voice normally calmed Cain, but this time, it made him jump.

"Oh, sorry Riff." he managed to say, after recovering from his state of shock. "I think I'll go over here." Quickly, Cain bolted away from his body guard, into some nice silence. That would buy him some time to find this vicious villian.

Now, it was time to think. If I were an evil killer, where would I start? Cain was trying his hardest to think like a killer, but, he wasn't the best at it, in fact, he was the worst. He couldn't be sure on anything in this patiruclar subject. Suddenly Cain couldn't think. Everywhere he looked he couldn't find the culprit. Then again, how would he know which person was going to do it? He knew nothing of the sort. He was going to return to Riff, but that idea got taken off the list. There was no way, he'd find Riff in all of this mess.

"Now, I have not only lost my trusty servant amongst a crowd, but shortly, maybe, everyone will be killed!" Cain thought, resting next to the fountain, in the center of Central Square, the landmark. As he sat there, something strange was emerging inside him. Was his mind deciving him? His heart began racing. Someone was approaching his spot. Infact, mulitiple people were coming closer to the fountain. Shaking terriblily Cain, swallowed his gut, and waited while these others to approach him...

"Oh lovely, now I can do my part." Tokage thought, watching from the roof top as all the players gathered at the fountain. Only in a matter of time, and the whole game will begin, and end the tutorial, or the prologue. When everyone had gathered, he reached into his pocket, and removed a pocket watch, and opened it, revealing the clock. It read elven fifty-six. Four mintues left...

Jizabel, Cain, Riff, and Eyria all glanced back and forth at one another. Everything around them went silent, as they quickly remisinaced in their minds.

"Oh my!" Eyria exclaimed. "We all know eachother!" Indeed, it brought back memories, of being at the foster home. Even the bad memories were returning to their minds, and they all had the same intent at the festivial. Their face expression explained it all.

"Well, since we're all here, it might be even easier to find that feliney." Riff said, returning to Cain's side. Only Riff was the one who wasn't stunned into surprise. Cain and Jizabel had their eyes locked, and Eyria was off into some other space. Was this meeting ment to be, or was it just so sudden, that the four didn't know how to react, Riff wondered looking around at his subjects.

"What did you say?" Cain stumbled the words out of his lips. Some reason, the other three couldn't speak. Something was bothering them, but Riff couldn't sense it.

"I said, with more of us here, we can find the killer!" Riff repeated, speaking louder than he intended.

"There is no need." Eyria whispered, barely reachable to the people standing around him.

"Why?" Riff asked impatiently.

"He's already here." Jizabel stuttered. After his words left his lips, the four turned around, having all their backs facing one another, and all sound left their bodies...

Screams filled the air of the festvial grounds. Blood could be heard, splattering the ground, and body parts being de-attached from their oginial host. The ground was quickly being submerged by blood, body parts, and organs of the victiums. The air was filled with screams, cries, and faintly the sound of a gun shot. Along, just barely audiable, was the turning of a revoler of a gun. Was it a pistol? They couldn't determine. All the four could do, was stand, frozen in their spots, watching this blood shed happen around them, and waited their turn. Since their attention was drawn to the murder scene happening in front of them, they didn't notice the changes at the fountain behind them. Purple flames released from the fountain began outlining a strange shape, maybe a star far larger than the Central Square, but all through out the entire city. The four noticed this.

"What's happening!" Eyria shouted, screaming to loud and girly. The fountain emitted a large glow of purple flares, and the screams filled their ears. This was pure joy to one, toture to another, and hell to all.

"MAKE IT STOP!" Eyria shouted. Strangely, the others thought it was stange that he could speak over all of this chaos. Riff even couldn't help but notice that the young child Eyria was crying. Did he fore-see this? Or was it something else, more defying and deep in his soul?

"I can't believe this!" Cain shouted, finally able to release some words from his mouth.

"WE'VE HAD ENOUGH!" Jizabel cried, falling on his knees in agnoy. Riff couldn't speak at all, his mouth was sealed. He never wanted murder to happen before him again, and now, his worst nightmare had come true...

"I think I've about over done it, but then again, I did just fine." Tokage thought, contining his role in this little time he had of play. After this, the real game could begin. He was far past experinced enough to start level one. Almost finished. Time was always so slow when he had to wait, but when he was having fun, it zipped by too fast. Oh well, at least I'll have more fun with the players, and not the CPUs, Tokage considered in the back of his mind...

The clock tower now read twelve ten. Only ten mintues to kill everyone left in the city. The four still stood, surrounded by the purple flares and the blood left from the dead. The bodies were already gone, not unusally. No one was left in the city, but those four boys.

"This is horrible." Cain muttered, gagging at the gloops of blood left behind. Riff almost felt the same, and Eyria was already into grief. The only one aware of anything was Jizabel.

"Guys, we have more trouble!" Jizabel stuttered, his words shaky with his body. Quietly, the clicking of a revoler could be heard, and foot steps, approaching closer to the four frightened boys. Riff was frozen, and couldn't move his feet to protect his master Cain. Jizabel had some senses, and he grabbed Eyria to protect him. After the four huddled into a protective barrier, the stranger approaching chuckled.

"No way!" Eyria mumbled, seeing him up close now. He had stopped not far from the fountain, in reach of the others' irises. In his hand, he carried a platinum revoling pistol, and the other hand, carried the bronze bullet. His face was covered in blood, along with his black boots, and large black leather trench coat. His grin on his face was drenched in blood, resting on his teeth and swirling down into his mouth. The four knew the stories, they know how they lost their family, and now, standing before them, was the murderor who had done it all, mainly the murders in the city.

"TOKAGE!" They shouted, once remebering his name, and his appreance from ten years ago, at the foster home, the first place that hell had broke lose.

Author's Note: Wow, this one took me ONE WHOLE WEEK and TWO DAYS to finish! Wow my mind is blank! I am sorry for the readers waiting on other stories, but this one is the only one I can think of! My evil intentions need to go somewhere right?

I have been trying to get motivation, but it's hard when you don't kill anyone yourself, and I NEVER WILL!

I will work harder to make this story come to an ending suitable for it's motivte. (I don't know it yet) In fact, it might be ending soon. Some people might consider it, pretty damn short! Please keep reading, it might be worth dying for!