Chapter 16.3
Finish the Fight, Part III
"Go."
With his last word, Evil jumped up and smashed the keypad with his axe, breaking the circuits in the system and causing a malfunction in the door, sending in an emergency shutdown. The two sliding doors came to a close, locking up tightly and preventing intervention from both inside the Control Room and out.
Evil took a few steps back away from the permanently shut double doors, and released a sequence of heavy and angered breaths. The closed doors meant he had no access to the inside, his safety now no longer guaranteed. But his own safety wasn't exactly on his mind, but rather the man he threw inside for his safety. He, a cold-blooded murderer, just sacrificed his life so another man could go in. Evil wanted to murder the Stranger in his hands, and his moment was right there. And yet, he did the unthinkable of playing the hero.
So why did he do such a heroic act that was against his character? If all he wanted to do was kill someone, why not the Stranger when he was at his weakest?
Evil chuckled sadistically at the thought. He didn't need to kill the Stranger… because he didn't want to. His eyes were not set on the sight of killing him… he was thinking of something else more worthy of a kill by his hands. He didn't take what he did as a heroic act, but rather, his opportunity for his greatest kill yet.
The Mad Man.
As Evil kept his back turned to him, the Mad Man kept his long and sharp katana blade at an angle in front of him, standing in a defensive position. He was breathing heavily, both from defending against Evil's rapid attacks and the sudden shock of his arrival. His eyes bolted around as he stood in utter confusion of the creature that stood before him, though still half his own height.
He grasped the handle on the katana tightly, and spoke loudly. "Flippy?! How… how can you be alive! I was there when I saw you die; you were in my grasp as I shoved my knife deep into your weak and soft flesh, gouging out the massive amounts of blood with it! There was no way you could have survived that, so how… how…?"
The Mad Man stopped in his questioning remark as Evil slowly turned around, bringing his knife to rest gently in his right hand and a Shadow's axe in his left. His head was kept lowered to the ground as blood slowly dripped from his ripped BDU jacket and from the many open wounds across his chest and body. His beret was absent, and his green fur almost drenched in the color of crimson red.
Evil chuckled once more, even louder than before to instill fear in his opponent. The Mad Man took one pace back as he kept his eyes on Evil.
His jaw slightly dropped as Evil looked up, revealing his sharp-bladed teeth, his hot and deep breaths, his battle-torn face, and his signature emerald eyes.
The Mad Man now knew that this creature before him,
Was not Flippy.
Standing for a brief moment as the two stood in a stare-down, the Mad Man smiled widely as he shrugged his shoulders. "Well… I should have known better that your doppelganger would show up sooner or later. I was a fool to think a two-faced monster like yourself would have died from such a pathetic stab. I suppose now you wish to kill me, huh, for trying to kill your previous self, is that it?"
Evil made a devilish grin as he stood in an attack stance, spinning the sharp weapons in front of him before bringing them outward from his sides. The Mad Man laughed silently as he lowered his katana blade, now just hanging by his side while the blade faced forward. Evil made a confused tilt of his head, wondering what his prey was planning to do.
The Mad Man shook his head while looking down and brought his left hand to his side while making a very tight grip on the handle of his katana. He took a deep breath, and then sharply looked up to face Evil into his emerald eyes.
"How typical."
With his response said, the Mad Man swiftly turned around and, with a mighty force and the strength of a god, lunged forward to the wall behind him, smashing straight through the mirror while creating a significantly large hole in the building. His body flew far out into the air out of the tower, and slowly glided downward to the land beneath him.
The large force breaking through the wall flung glass and building material throughout the room, along with a strong gust of wind for being so high in the air. Evil cringed and stood his ground, preventing himself from falling over. Looking up to see the giant hole in the building leading to the outside, Evil ran forward and stood at the very edge of the building, looking directly beneath him to see a gliding Mad Man heading towards the war-torn land of Happy Tree Town.
Sighing in agitation, Evil took a few steps back away from the wall, and after a brief moment of preparation, ran straight forward and jumped as far as he could out of the giant hole in the tower, throwing his body out into the cold air.
It didn't take long for gravity to start bringing his body downward, and to prepare his descent, Evil leaned his body downward with his arms laying straight by his sides, giving him easy control to fly through the air like a missile.
As his body was heading straight towards the earth beneath him, he kept his sights on the Mad Man, who was doing the same, gliding downwards to the ground. Checking his trajectory between his position and the Mad Man, Evil adjusted his body to lean slightly towards the left, making his body now overhead the Mad Man.
As he kept his sight towards the ground, the Mad Man felt an odd presence coming near him. He sharply turned his head behind him and gasped as Evil came lunging forward from the air and fast, his weapons brought outward to his sides and ready to attack.
The Mad Man rolled his body in the air while bringing out his katana instantly, swinging his blade outward to deflect the incoming attacks of Evil. Evil violently swung his axe and knife back and forth as he closed the gap between him and the Mad Man, though his attacks were constantly pushed back from the Mad Man's fast reflexes.
Evil bolted his eyes to looking behind the Mad Man to see they were only a few seconds away from hitting the cold and hard earth. Knowing his own body would not survive a direct impact of the ground, and looked at the Mad Man, who was in a struggle hold with both of Evil's weapons.
Grinning, Evil left his axe locked onto the Mad Man's katana as he used his knife to quickly come out and deflect the blade. The Mad Man's grip loosened from the hit, and his guard was broken from the attack. He looked forward and waiting for Evil to swing for the kill, but instead, was met with his tough hands as Evil made a tight grip onto his chest.
Looking down at his hands, the Mad Man was met with the surprise attack from Evil's head, dazing his vision slightly. He then felt his body spun around, with Evil now guarding his body behind the Mad Man's thick cloak.
Shaking his head, the Mad Man opened his eyes and instantly brought his arms to his face as he saw the ground beneath him. Evil laughed sadistically as he rode on the back of the Mad Man, and the two came crashing down onto the earth, creating a massive shockwave a huge crater upon impact.
What could only be seen now was just a large cloud of dirt and dust.
The Stranger stood up while wobbling back and forth. His breaths were weak yet heavy, and his eyes half-shut as he did his best to try and stand up. Looking down to his left side, he could feel the phantom pain of his left arm, no longer there and replaced with a burnt mark in its place.
As he looked at his missing arm, he drop onto his right knee hard before collapsing down onto the metal floor. He cried in pain as he looked over to see the bullet wound still deep within his thigh, making the pain nearly unbearable and too difficult to even think of standing.
The massive blood loss was slowly getting to him. His heart was beating slower and his vision blurring to near blindness. Everything he felt on his body was absent; the feeling of pain was gone, and so was his ability to keep a steady hold of his conciseness.
But the Stranger looked up once more and noticed the computer that was still active at the end of the room. He was so close now to ending it all, so close to getting to leave. All he had to do was stand up and fight for just a little while longer, and with the door locked behind him, the only thing that could stop him was a lack of will to fight.
Gritting his teeth in pain as he used his right arm to push himself back on his knees, he took several deep breaths while shaking his head, hoping to retrieve better clarity in his vision. After four heavy breaths, the Stranger brought his left foot out and slowly pushed himself back on his feet, attempting his best to reduce the amount of pressure on his right side.
Standing as tall as he could and nodding his head determinedly, the Stranger hopped forward on his left side while dragging his right leg behind him, keeping his right hand on his thigh and breathing heavily with each step. Slowly but surely, the Stranger could see the computer getting closer to his reach with every step.
With every step he took forward, he murmured quietly to himself,
"Just one last move… Just one last move… Just one last move…"
Soon enough, as the Stranger made one tiny hop forward, he quickly reached out his right arm to land on the black wheelie-chair standing just before the keyboard of the computer screen. He breathed heavily after the tremendous pain and effort he face from only hoping a few feet. He shook his head, clearing his vision just enough to see his right hand grasp tightly onto the seat, using it as support to keep him up.
Seeing how the seat of the chair was a little big for him (it was designed for a human after all), he crouched down slightly and made a forceful leap up while using all of his strength in his right arm to pull himself up to the seat of the chair, now lying face first on the leathery cushion.
Pushing himself back up once more, he placed his right hand on his open bullet wound, still slowly oozing out of the hole that was left behind. He could feel his leg slowly losing life as it began to feel colder by the second. Pain was slowly becoming absent as the leg was becoming limp.
Gritting his teeth as he kept his hand on the wound, he looked forward and notice the majestic piece of technology that rested just in reach of his trembling fingers.
The keyboard was plain looking, a dark-charcoal color with blue-letter highlighting that lit up the table that it laid on top of. The Stranger reached his right hand out to feel the hard clickable surface, and gently rubbed it across as his fingers bounced against the gaps of the buttons.
Looking up only a little bit showed him a computer screen with so much details and processes running simultaneously, it could almost make him pass out from his eyes bouncing around every image. Anything that was made and ever will be made, everything that was running and had to stay running was being checked, and so many applications that displayed graphs and details of all the coding that was creating upon itself in the world. Even the smartest of computer experts would have difficulty with the mass details shown on the screen.
And just beyond the small computer was again, the super-sized screen that kept track of everything, with camera positions placed throughout the world. The two screens were inter-connected, displaying the same info on both sides. It was perhaps the most impressive sight of technology the Stranger's eyes could ever behold.
But there was something even more beautiful to his eyes this current moment then any of the shiny objects that littered the room. One thing that was resting in the depths of his dreams, was now in front of him in reality.
On the computer screen, just as the Mad Man had mentioned, was the command prompt to shut down the server. The cursor was hovering over the red power button shown on the screen, with the white italic letters spelling 'Turn Off' underneath the image.
One click is all it will take in order to win.
The Stranger chuckled and smiled widely. He made it. With the aid of the Tree Friends, the determined will to fight, the work of a well-made plan, and the heroic sacrifice of Flippy, the Stranger could now end it all and get everyone home. Just like he promised.
"This is it… time to go home…"
Looking over to his lower right, the Stranger noticed the black-colored mouse that was connected wireless to the computer. Though his arm and hand were trembling violently, he dropped his right hand on the mouse, keeping his index finger on the left pad.
Nodding his head, the Stranger looked forward at the screen one last time, just to make sure the cursor was over the shut off button. Smiling widely, and a tear slowly rolling down his left eye, the Stranger clicked the left pad on the mouse, activating the shut off button and closing the command prompt.
The Stranger leaned back and sighed, releasing a large sum of tired oxygen as he waited for the server come to a close. Closing his eyes as he looked up, he wondered exactly how the world would disappear. Would it be a flash of light, or would everything turn to darkness and they would wake up on the other side? Whatever the case, the Stranger could only feel relief and victory that it was over.
He then heard a tiny 'bing' sound coming from the computer screen. Making him jolt back into awareness, the Stranger opened his eyes and looked at the bright computer screen before him. He grunted lightly and tilted his head to the left slightly at the odd sight he was noticing on the screen.
A new command prompt was visibly shown on the screen, with a folder icon in the center. Looking closely, the words 'Open This' were clear in white letters underneath the icon. Looking around the room, the Stranger was not noticing any difference occurring within the world, with no signs of the server shutting down and bringing him home.
Confused of the situation, the Stranger decided to lean forward and place his right hand on the mouse again, double-clicking the folder icon shown on the screen to see what was hidden inside.
A loading bar popped up, with a rapid labelling of billions of programs, files and software titles being loaded before his eyes. The Stranger's eyes could barely catch a glimpse of a single file name as the blue loading bar slowly came to an end, loading up every possible file and line of code to be accessed manually.
But before the loading bar disappeared, the Stranger noticed one last program on screen. It had the shape of a red power-button, and had a familiar title as a label.
The Stranger's eyes widened as he stared at the one file that controlled the entire status and infrastructure of the virtual world everyone resided in. He was confused as to why he was seeing such a file, why this one file was on screen right now when he already activated the shutdown command.
A box with the word 'Okay' was highlighted, and, out of shock and confusion, the Stranger clicked the word, and was given one last prompt on the screen.
His heart was pounding out of his chest, his breaths hyperventilating at rates that could kill him from the lack of oxygen, and his body began to shake violently that the chair he sat on could topple over and send him to the floor.
His mind, though, was the most affected, as he could feel the angry blood-rush clogging his head. He gritted his teeth as a tight grasp was made on the mouse underneath his hand. As his anger grew, the deep feeling of sadness and loss was flowing through his already weakening heart.
The Stranger could only feel this way, as one more prompt came between him and a list of billions of files behind it.
You didn't think it was going to be that easy, did you?
The text disappeared, and a file explorer came up on screen, showing a scroll bar so unexplainably miniscule, that the cursor itself was larger at the tip. All the Stranger could see on were rows and rows of confusing titles for code and files, clouding up the screen in tiny words.
There was no search bar to find a specific file, no tools to order programs in a certain fashion, nothing that could aid him in any way.
And the one file he needed to get home was hidden within the billions of files. It was truly a situation of finding a needle in a haystack.
And this needle was his only chance of getting home.
"…"
"…"
"…no… no… no… NO!"
The Stranger released his hand from the mouse, formed a tight fist, and repeatedly hammered the desk in front of him, releasing every bit of rage inside of him.
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"
Tears slowly ran down the Stranger's face as he felt defeated again, all from a simple file being in his grasp and taken away in a blink of an eye. His fist stayed tight as he gritted his teeth firmly, almost crushing them.
"I was so close, so fucking close! It was going to end and now it's over!"
The Stranger breathed heavily as he closed his eyes and kept his head facing down at his dying legs. His body shook as tears dropped to the metal floor, echoing as they hit the metallic surface.
He sat silently for a brief moment, slowly dying away as his emotions removed his will and kill him for good.
"… no… no, I won't stop…"
The Stranger looked up sharply, and quickly reached for the cracked mouse with his right hand. He then looked at the bright screen, rubbing his eyes with his right shoulder as he took one long breath.
"I can still do this. I can't stop now, not when we are this close. I can still win this… I just have to keep fighting…"
He nodded his head, and with the cursor hovering over the scroll bar, the Stranger began searching every individual file on the screen, hoping to find the one file in time.
Using his weapons as picks and all of his upper body strength that was still intact from the impact, Evil slowly crawled out of the deep crater that was formed after crashing directly into the earth. Breathing heavily as he pushed himself up one last time, Evil dropped on his knees before laying his entire body on the dry ground. Falling hundreds of feet into the air and crashing into the ground was exhausting.
As Evil laid his body on the dirt, and rolled onto his backside and leaned his arms back, pushing himself up while still sitting down. Shaking his head to dust off some of the dirt that got stuck to the dry blood on his face, Evil noticed the large dirt cloud was deteriorating, beginning to reveal the death-filled land and atmosphere once more.
He chuckled for a bit as he finally got himself to sit up straight. Taking a second deep breath, Evil felt satisfied from performing such an excellent kill, perhaps his most death-defying one yet. He made his signature evil grin, revealing his blood-stained teeth that slowly dripped from his gums.
Evil dropped his smile as he looked down at the crater he just crawled out of, and made an alarming discovery. He instantly got up to his feet and picked up his knife and axe, holding them at the ready as he gasped at the sight.
The Mad Man's body was gone, with no crawl marks or anything showing he was there. Gritting his teeth in rage, Evil looked up and sharply searched around his proximity, trying to find where his prey could have run off to.
He faced forward through the dust cloud hovering above the crater, and smiled widely as he found him. With the dust cloud finally being whisked away into the air, Evil noticed the Mad Man standing on the opposite side of the crater, holding his katana blade on his right hand and with the blade sticking far out in front of him.
The Mad Man's cloak and cape were severely tattered, his cape breaking off from his clothes and flying off into the breeze. His dark cloak was covered in dirt, but the lower straps still fluttered against the air. His hair, like Evil's fur, was matted and stained in dirt, along with his face.
The Mad Man kept his face looking down, his eyes close while staying completely silent. Evil, while standing on his side of the crater, stood in an offensive position, holding his weapons out to his sides and ready to kill. The Mad Man, though, only chuckled softly, and spoke as he kept his head down.
"You know, Evil… you were my greatest creation. The day I had the power of a god, I knew that the one thing I wanted to do was control the power within a man, the internal strength that got be released from his sole and set forth to do my bidding. Creating you… a monster, was perhaps the most fun I ever had."
He looked up and smiled widely at Evil, who breathed deeply and never batting an eye away. "And you love it too, don't you? The strength you feel, the ability to control those around you with force. The power of a demi-god, unstoppable by physical means, it's all so satisfying whenever you see the fear in another man's eyes. You know that feeling more than any of my other subjects, for it's the purpose I designed you for. You… are just like me, my friend."
Evil stayed still in his place, trying his best to block out the Mad Man's words, but couldn't help but accept it. He knew he was a monster, he did enjoy the feeling of something dying by his hand, and the fear that he craved when his prey slowly whisked away into death. The power he felt made him feel unstoppable, a feeling that he craved so much for. He loved it greatly, and savored every bit of strength he had in his possession.
But… there was always that internal feeling that blocked his full intention. A feeling that told him, despite the power he was given, it was all wrong. Did he truly enjoy killing? Did he really want to murder everyone around him for fun? Was he really the evil creature he is today? So many questions clouded his mind during his actions, but he couldn't control for who he was.
And that was what made him the angriest. He had no control over who he was. He had no choice but to be forced to do what he does. This wasn't him doing it, this wasn't him enjoying the kills, or even the one doing the killings. Flippy was never the one to harm the innocents; Evil knew that for a fact.
Because he was Flippy. He was always Flippy, never this monster that everyone or himself sees. This was never him doing any of the hideous deeds ever performed by his hands.
It was the Mad Man. It was him that did this to him. It was him that made him the person he didn't want to be, to do the choices against his will. It was always his fault.
Which is why now, the sole reason why he did not bother to kill the Stranger.
Was because he wanted his revenge; revenge for his own life ripped away from him.
Evil tensed his body up and kept his weapons at the ready, continuing to look into the slanted eyes of the Mad Man. Noticing Evil not taking a single word from him into consideration, the Mad Man shook his head while letting out a heavy sigh.
"Evil… Flippy, or whoever the fuck you are, let me ask you something, something I would really love an answer to. This person, this… stranger you and everyone else has teamed up with. Tell me: do you really trust this stranger? He never existed here before, he just came here rather recently out of the blue, while you all have been in here for, what was it, about 10 years?"
Evil stayed at the ready as the Mad Man continued to speak. "You all faced torture for years, and yet he just comes by and faces only a fraction of it. He doesn't know the true pain you all face, nor truly understands anything. And yet, he says his full on intention is to free everyone. He promises to free you and all the innocent lives here, to defeat me, apparently, and leave this place without my consent."
The Mad Man leaned forward and smiled. "But are you sure that's his goal? You barely know this person; how can you trust him so easily? He could be, right now, preparing to kill you with the computer. Or, perhaps, planning all of this just to use you and your friends to help HIMSELF escape, leaving you all behind. You could all have been tools, and he used every one of you to fulfill his own needs. Think about it, Evil; can you really trust a stranger?"
As the Mad Man stood with his evil grin, Evil looked down at his feet pondering the question. It was only about three months that he and the Stranger became friends, and even then, mostly through wanting to achieve the goal of escaping. There was so much he did not know of the Stranger except that he was just another human like him. The Stranger to him was really… a stranger.
Evil's face turned into a confused look as he questioned himself. His friend look nice and caring enough to be trustworthy… but was it true? Was the Stranger really only thinking of himself, and using him right now just to escape? Could his friend really betray him so easily?
Despite all of these worrying questions, Evil shook them out of his head and stared back at the Mad Man once more. Being used or not, Evil only wanted to focus on the now, and right now, he wanted the Mad Man's head attached to the edge of a blade. He only wanted his revenge now; anything else was just a distraction.
Noticing Evil getting back into an attack position on the other side of the crater, the Mad Man sighed as gripped the handle of his katana firmly. He closed his eyes and nodded his head at Evil, removing his smile as he spoke calmly.
"I guess even a sadistic monster like you can fail to grasp reason. How typical and cliché."
Evil took a few steps back as he caught a glimpse of the Mad Man's feet slowly beginning to rise above the ground, his entire body starting to levitate off the earth. Bringing his axe and knife in front of him for a defensive position, Evil watched the Mad Man hover about ten feet off the ground, his foe now grasping his katana with both hands.
Now hovering in the air and his weapon at the ready, the Mad Man opened his eyes and spoke clearly.
"Well then… I guess I'll just have to persuade you in the only way I know we can both accept!"
The Mad Man stretched out his blade forward, and yelled with a loud echo.
"En garde!"
Evil bent his legs down before jumping quickly to the right as the Mad Man lunged forward with his katana, the blade pointed straight out like a spear. Evil barely dodged the attack as he rolled across the ground a short distance, swiftly getting back up to his feet to see the Mad Man still in the air with his katana raised.
He was shocked as he noticed the Mad Man instantly make a 180-degree spin and followed his attack with another forward lunge with his blade. Evil rolled to the right once more, again barely dodging the attack. Getting up to his feet, he bothered not to see the Mad Man, rolling to the left as his opponent came back with a third lunge.
Breathing heavily from the constant dodging, Evil noticed the Mad Man move his position in a circular motion by 90-degrees, lunging forward now at a different angle. Taking into the new position into account, Evil rolled left to avoid rolling back into the crater, and did this two more times as the Mad Man furiously tried to attack him.
Seeing that a forward lunge was ineffective, the Mad Man came only half-way in his fourth lunge, with Evil again rolling to the left. As Evil got back up, drawing his weapons at the ready, he quickly brought his axe and knife in front of him to guard him from the Mad Man's next attack.
Flying just overhead, the Mad Man proceeded to swing his katana violently all around him, up and down, left and right, and flailing his blade against the air. Evil constantly brought his weapons to his sides and above him, deflecting every swing that was performed above him. Despite his effective deflects, the massive force and rapid attacks were already draining his stamina, his strength in his arms having a hard time to stay sturdy with every blow.
Evil hopped back a few feet as the Mad Man came crashing down onto the ground, his katana blade facing downward as it struck deep into the earth, leaving small rolls of cracks from its area of impact. The Mad Man then drew his sword out of the ground swiftly, bringing it in front of him as he gritted his teeth in rage.
Cracking his neck while making a tight grip on his weapons, Evil ran forward to begin his attack on the Mad Man. His opponent brought his katana blade forward and, due to its sheer length, began to swing at Evil. Evil, though, was prepared for this attack and, with quick reflexes, noticed the aim of every swing and swiveled around each attach, getting closer to the Mad Man every step.
Before he could jumped back for safety, the Mad Man was faced with the close encounter of Evil, his axe swinging upwards at his torso. The Mad Man slid to the right, his left side getting graced by the attack, bringing small trails of blood to fling in the air.
Cringing out of anger and pain, the Mad Man swung his katana down, only to miss Evil by a centimeter. Using his slow attack to an advantage, Evil brought his right foot on the flat-side of the blade, and used the elevated position to lunge forward at the Mad Man with his knife.
The Mad Man leaned his head back, a move he regretted as it gave clear access to his soft neck. Sadly, Evil misjudged the move, and, though missing the weak point of the neck, was only able to slice at the left side of the Mad Man's cheek. Flying off behind the Mad Man's body, Evil rolled across the ground as he made contact to the earth, and spun around to face the Mad Man.
The Mad Man placed his left hand on the wound on his cheek, feeling the blood running down his face. He growled in rage as he noticed Evil make his signature dark grin, knowing he was causing more damage to him than anticipated.
Yelling at the top of his lungs, the Mad Man rapidly made fast and heavy attacks towards Evil, hoping to make at least some kind of physical contact. Evil, though, was too fast for him thanks to his small size, jumping back and forth while using his steel weapons to counter the katana, sparks of light being made as the clash of metal was made.
After a few deflects, Evil brought the knife and axe together to jam the swing of the Mad Man's katana, causing it to get stuck for a brief second. Using this time for an opening, Evil jumped upwards and used his legs to push against the blade, pushing both of them away from each other.
Rolling backwards and getting up to his feet, Evil noticed the Mad Man spin the katana blade in front of him before grasping the handle with both hands, holding it forward like a gun. He gasped as he noticed a large flaming ball slowly expand from the tip of the blade, growing in size that surpassed even the Mad Man.
Once the fierily ball reached its full potential, the Mad Man smiled and nodded his head. "Try and deflect this you son of a bitch!"
After his taunt was made, the Mad Man launched the fierily ball from the blade, traveling fast forward towards Evil. Evil's eyes reflected the orange glow from the ball… and smiled devilishly as he watched the flaming ball come in his direction.
Waiting for the right moment, when the ball was not even two feet in front of him, Evil performed a quick 360-spin with his axe, colliding dead center of the solid ball, and sending it back towards the Mad Man.
"WHAT?!"
The Mad Man yelled in shock as Evil successfully deflected the heavy flaming ball, and not off into a random direction, but directly back towards him. Acting quickly, the Mad Man brought up his katana blade and swung it forward, hitting center-mass on the ball, and sending it back towards Evil once more, this time with greater momentum.
Evil laughed loudly as the ball came flying towards him a second time, and repeated his previous move, hitting the ball and sending it back towards the Mad Man. The Mad Man gritted his teeth as he swung his blade and hit the ball a second time, each hit the two making causing it to speed up.
The two repeatedly hit the ball back and forth, swinging faster and faster after each consecutive hit. Even Evil himself was beginning to worry that he may become too slow to deflect, and come in contact with the explosive solid ball of fire. He knew he couldn't last like this forever; he needed to improvise.
With one last deflect coming from the Mad Man, the flaming ball was flying towards Evil. But instead of instantly swinging, Evil leaned his body forward and shoved his knife in front of him, forming the tightest grip on the rough handle.
He closed his eyes and tensed up his body as the flaming ball collided with the tip of the knife, the force of the impact slowly dragging Evil across the ground with his feet grinding against the dirt. He kept his knife in front of him as the flaming ball got attached to the tip of the steel blade, and suddenly came to a stop.
The Mad Man shook slightly as he noticed Evil successfully catch the ball with his knife, now in possession of a powerful weapon. He took a few steps back as he looked back at the devilish eyes of Evil, who made a small smirk and chuckle as he made a grip on the knife's handle with both hands.
The Mad Man gasped and prepared himself to jump back as Evil, while carrying the heavy ball with his knife, jumped high in the air, and, with one heavy swing, sliced downward with his knife, sending the giant ball of fire off the blade and flying towards the Mad Man at intense speed.
Jumping back at the last second, the Mad Man's body was thrown in the air as the ball impacted the earth, creating a violent fierily explosion. The Mad Man rolled across the ground while his body felt the massive shockwave from the explosion, making him slide across the ground before weakly landing back on his feet.
Evil landed back on the ground on both his feet, standing tall with his knife and axe laying against his sides. He marched forward, face down and eyes front, to the Mad Man, who angrily stood with a slight limp from the exhausting battle. Evil was pleased to see his opponent slowly lose its god-like strength; even gods can get tired from battle.
The Mad Man, though, refused to give up. He was an almighty being of strength and terror; to be taken down by a creature not even half his size was pathetic. This is not how he was going to let it end, and had one last move to perform.
"Alright, Evil, that's it! No more fooling around! You want to take me down so badly?! Fine, then let's see you take on this!"
Evil stopped in his march as the area around him and the Mad Man darkened, creating a black-and-grey overcast around them. He faced the Mad Man and readied his weapons as he noticed a purple mist slowly engulf the Mad Man as he levitated off the ground. Evil stood shocked as he could see the growing strength across the Mad Man's entire body, whose eyes also turned into a dark purple that even frightened him.
A spark of electricity formed around the Mad Man, and a glowing light began to emit around the edges of his katana blade, appearing as sharp as ever. All of the Mad Man suddenly became more powerful than ever, and was preparing for a rapid firing of attacks that surely even Evil could not avoid.
Standing at the ready, Evil watched the Mad Man fly straight towards him with his katana blade high in the air. Evil waited for the right moment, and when the Mad Man was in range of attack, jumped forward with his knife and axe faced forward.
The Mad Man performed a downward swing, its attack deflected off by Evil's axe. He then performed a left and right swing, which Evil ducked and hopped over respectively. The Mad Man finished his first sequence with a side and upwards swing, which Evil deflected as well.
Evil watched the Mad Man suddenly disappear in a ball of light, and instantly turned around in time to see his opponent appear from behind. The Mad Man came flying forward and started a rapid 360-degree sideway spin with his katana. Evil retaliated staying low and rolling across the ground, the blade swinging just above his hunched body.
The Mad Man then finished his second sequence with the same 360-degree spin of his blade, but instead from down to up. Seeing his direction changing in attack, Evil brought his weapons down to deflect the attack, only to be flung high in the air from the massive impact of their weapons colliding.
As Evil found himself in the air, he noticed the Mad Man disappear once more in a flash of light. Evil quickly looked left of his position in the air to see the Mad Man appear again, ready to swing his katana at him. Evil tensed his body up as he moved his body in the air while raising his knife, dodging the attack.
The Mad Man, angered from the first miss, disappeared and reappeared from a different angle, which Evil caught eye of and deflected the attack. Performing one more attack by appearing from a different angle, the Mad Man was again unlucky of making any contact with Evil, who constantly blocked his attacks.
Outraged, the Mad Man changed his attack by disappearing in a ball of light, jumping behind Evil while still in the air, and targeted him as he swung his katana at him while circling him in a counterclockwise rotation.
Evil repeatedly used both his axe and knife to deflect the incoming blows, their steel weapons clashing against each other while emitting small sparks off the edges. Once completing a 180-degree directional attack on Evil, the Mad Man attempted one last attack through a mid-air side swing with as much strength he could muster.
He, however, failed again as Evil brought his knife and axe to form an 'X' in front of him, deflecting the attack and only sending him back on his feet on the ground. Evil made a perfect landing, standing tall with only minimal reduction in his stamina. Despite the fast attacks, Evil was still standing strong and proud, and chuckled as the Mad Man stood dumbfounded at his foe still standing unscathed.
The Mad Man's jaw was dropped as he still hovered in the air looking at his opponent. His own creation, which was devised in his image, was match-too-match in his attacks. There was nothing he could throw at him that Evil could counter with. He was truly a monster of his caliber.
The Mad Man then looked up to see the tall tower behind Evil. Staring blankly at it for a brief moment, he realized that the Stranger was still inside the Control Room, and was now, at least his intention, searching for the file to escape. If the Stranger found the file, the Mad Man knew he was done for. He could not let the Stranger win; he was not going to let him win.
Looking back down at Evil, who stood at the ready, the Mad Man shook his head in short rapid motions. "Fuck it, I don't have time to play with the likes of you! When I take control again, you're the first person I intend to rid of… permanently!"
With that said, the Mad Man flew towards the tower behind Evil, going high up in the air to enter the giant hole made at the top of the tower. But before he flew all the way to his destination, he turned around to face Evil, still standing and watching his foe fly away from him.
The Mad Man made an evil smirk, and faced out the palm of his gauntlet towards Evil. "Here, why don't I leave you a little present as I finish the job?"
Evil stepped back as he watched a conjuration of multiple meteors emitting from the Mad Man's gauntlet, who slowly kept his aim on him while flying towards the tower. Knowing that simply dodging was not going to work, and that he still intended to kill his foe one way or another today, he made a plan that only either a complete idiot… or an insane monster would ever pull off.
Taking a few steps back, Evil ran forward and jumped high in the air, aiming his body straight towards one of the incoming meteors. Timing the moment, when Evil came in arms reach of the flaming rock, Evil swung his knife to the side in front of him.
With great skill and intense strength, Evil was able to cut the meteor in half, taking off a big chunk of the top half and leaving a flat walkable space underneath. Moving with unbelievable agility, Evil stepped on the meteor and jumped forward even higher in the air.
Aiming yet again for another meteor, Evil repeated his previous attack successfully, cutting the top half of the meteor off and leaving a flat space underneath, giving him a mid-air piece of land to step on and jump forward. He repeated this move dozens of times, never once losing his rhythm. Unknowingly to the Mad Man, Evil was right behind his tail, his intention for revenge giving him the skill needed to win.
Suddenly, the Mad Man seized the summoning of the burning rocks, and left Evil with one last one to work with. Seeing that he was just a jump away from the tower, Evil grinned as he sliced the meteor in half, stepped on the newly-made flat surface, and lunged forward high in the air at the tower with his knife and axe forward.
While not making his original target of the entrance at the top of the tower, Evil did attached himself to the metal wall of the tower with his knife and axe, driving deep into the hard surface. Dangling high in the air, Evil looked up to see he was just a mere six feet away from the entrance.
Nodding his head determinedly, Evil used his strength in his arms to make his weapons act as improved picks, pulling them out of the wall and hitting them back at the wall above him, slowly pulling him upwards as he made his ascent towards the entrance.
The cold wind was not of assistance to his risky climb, but amazingly, Evil successfully pulled himself up to the hole on the side of the tower, his axe hanging on the very edge of the room. With one deep breath and all of his strength being used, Evil hoisted himself up and placed his left arm on the floor before swinging his left foot to attach to the floor as well, getting a firm grip on edge of the room.
Finally, after a dangerous climb up the side, Evil now sat on his hands and knees on the top floor of the tower where he originally jumped out of, breathing heavily out of exhaustion. He swallowed his throat as sweat and blood dripped down his face. All he wanted to do was simply kill an old man; it was harder than anticipated.
The thought of his kill raised his awareness of the current situation, and Evil looked up to see the Mad Man standing in front of the destroyed keypad on the locked door, furiously trying to press the broken buttons in an attempt to open the double doors. Evil chuckled at the sight of his foe's pathetic struggle, and got up to his feet, making a loud whistle to grab the attention of the Mad Man.
The Mad Man's ears perked up, and he looked behind him to see Evil standing upright with a cocky smirk on his face. Aggravated at the sight, the Mad Man turned his body to face Evil, placing his hands at his sides while letting out a depressing sigh.
"Dear God, you're just like that Stranger; so stubborn and yet persistent. You two really never learn to just give, do you? How dreadful; I should learn how to counter such idiotic attitudes the next time someone decides to show up in my world."
Evil spun his weapons in front of his body and clashed them together, growling in a deep and dark tone as he showed his razor-sharp teeth to the Mad Man, who only shook his head at the sight.
"I honestly don't have the patience anymore, Evil. You want to strike me down, fine; come forth…"
Nodding his head at the polite command, Evil prepared to rush forward and strike down the Mad Man. Running forward, Evil brought his axe and knife in front of him, ready to slice open the stomach of the Mad Man and throw his organs across the room.
But he came to a stop as the Mad Man pushed out his left hand, revealing his special gauntlet and the glowing pad on the palm. Before Evil could react, a giant flash of light came from the glowing pad, and he found himself now trapped with a large sphere, preventing him from moving forward or back.
His eyes jolted around in an effort to find a way to escape, and yet he could find none. Evil's body tensed up as he suddenly noticed four glowing balls of white light forming above him on the corners of the sphere. He hopped around, looking at the balls of light slowly take the form of machinegun turrets in a digital hologram look.
Evil took a quick glance at each gun pointed at him before looking at the Mad Man who stood with a sadistic smile. He looked up again as he heard the sound of the machineguns reeving up and loading the chambers with ammunition, making him pant in fear as Evil realized he was placed in a trap that will surely kill him.
He gritted his teeth and faced the Mad Man, who slowly raised his left arm high in the air while forming a tight fist. As Evil watched the Mad Man keep his arm in the air, he could hear the machineguns moving their barrels to hover over his body. There was no escape from this; it was impossible for him to dodge the bullets in such a small amount of space.
Evil closed his eyes and calmed his state of mind, readying himself to be pounded with a barrage of metal rounds. His body was relaxed and his mind empty. He breathed slowly as sound slowly became absent from his ears, and everything was silent.
The Mad Man dropped his left arm, and yelled loudly. "FIRE!"
One of the machineguns fired off a single round, travelling straight towards the soft flesh of Evil's head. The bullet was breaking through the cold air in the sphere, a slow trail being left behind as it traveled at a speed fast enough to shoot the limbs off any man.
Evil opened his eyes sharply, and, without looking, brought his knife up in front of him. With either unbelievable luck or pure skill, Evil deflected the bullet, sending it off in a different direction and rebounding off the walls of the sphere.
Another one of the machineguns fired a round, and Evil move at a speed uncatchable to the eye while successfully deflected the bullet with his axe. The two deflected rounds were now rebounding off the inner walls of the sphere, Evil leaning his body back and forth as they whisked by him.
All weapons then began to fire, all attempted to take Evil down. Evil, though, began to rush, dodge, jump, duck, and lean around the small amount of room in the sphere while spinning both his axe in knife in opposite directions. Any bullet that came almost in contact of him either missed him by a millimeter or was deflected off the metallic surface of his weapons. Each gun was firing hundreds of bullets a minute, and yet Evil was avoiding every one of them.
The Mad Man shook his head while forming tight fists in both his hands. He panted as his eyes widened while trying to observe the movements of Evil.
"No… no, no, no NOOOOOO! JUST DIE!"
Evil laughed sadistically as he constantly moved around, avoiding any bullet that ejected out of the barrels of the machineguns above him. For almost an entire minute Evil spent his god-like skill of speed and agility to dodge and deflect the incoming rounds; he was truly unstoppable.
Finally, with an uncountable amount of bullets bouncing around the area that enclosed him, Evil performed one final move. Twisting his body to the right, Evil brought both his knife and axe to stretch outwards, and carried out a 360-degree spin.
The Mad Man covered his face and ducked down to the floor as the sphere he created was suddenly shattered by the hundreds of bullets, breaking into multiple pieces like shattered glass. The bullets shot out and either stopped from the lack of momentum or stuck inside the walls of the room, plastering everything with small holes.
Chattering his teeth in shock, the Mad Man looked up to see an exhausted but still strong Evil in the center of the room. He shook his head at the impossible sight of the monster surviving such an attack, and stood up shaking as Evil kept his eyes on him. The Mad Man felt defeated at the sight.
Unfortunately, victory would bestow the Mad Man, as Evil, after using every bit of strength he had in his final minutes, could no longer take it. Evil's eyes became baggy, and his arms dropped to his sides as his weapons fell to the floor, his body slowly coming with them. He collapsed face first to the white floor, landing heavily and too weak to fight anymore. Despite the strength he originally had, he just could not bear the stress he was placing on his body.
He was defeated.
The Mad Man smiled evilly, drawing out his katana as laughed sadistically. Evil could see through his heavy eyes as the Mad Man pointed the outrageously long blade at his head, seeing his reflection off the metallic surface. He breathed slowly as he only thought of the pain he would feel from being struck down by the cold steel of the Mad Man's blade.
The Mad Man then turned around swiftly and sliced at the double doors behind him, a loud slicing sound of a blade breaking the air itself in its swing. Evil could see the double doors break in half, falling off and revealing the Control Room. The Mad Man stood tall, and spoke loudly, though Evil's body was too weak to even catch the sound of his own breaths.
He closed his eyes, and spoke softly to himself.
"…Hurry…"
The Stranger was frantically scrolling down the menu on the screen of the computer, his eyes bouncing around every possible file he could see in hopes to find that one file he needed in order to win. Despite all of the time he was given to search for the file, he barely was even able to search a single percent of the possible files and lines of code, and those excluded the ones with multiple files within them.
As he kept his right hand on the mouse, he spoke at a fast and erratic pace.
"Come on, where the hell is it?! It's got to be-"
The Stranger stopped speaking as he heard a loud slashing sound from behind him. His eyes opened widely while he gasped in fear, his head shaking violently as he was too scared to even think what was behind him.
He could hear the double doors breaking apart, and falling down onto the floor with a heavy force, shaking the entire room. The Stranger gulped as sweat began flowing down his beaten face. His heart was pounding out of his chest while the oxygen in his lungs started to dry out, almost making him pass out.
The Stranger then went dead silent as he heard that sadistic voice he feared of hearing.
"TIME'S UP, STRANGER!"
Not daring to look back, the Stranger went back to searching the files on the screen of the computer, praying to God above that something good would save him from this. He couldn't lose, he just couldn't lose now. His chance of freedom was right underneath him fingertips; he couldn't just see it be taken away from him again.
The Stranger yelled in fear as he felt the back of his neck be grabbed by the strong hands of the Mad Man, being lifted high in the air and carried away from the computer.
"NO! NOOOOOOO!"
The Mad Man made his sadistic laugh as he held the Stranger by the throat with his left hand and grasped his katana in his right hand. The Stranger was bawling in tears as he looked down at the Mad Man, who gave him a smile that frightened him to the core.
The Mad Man raised his katana to have its blade rest at the soft open area of the Stranger's stomach. The Stranger held his breath in to bring his stomach away from the sharp blade, its tip already causing a cut to appear on his body.
The Stranger shook his head while he closed his eyes, and heard the Mad Man speak one last time.
"It seems you're out of cards, Stranger! Well, I still got one more for you!"
The Mad Man brought his blade back and grasped the handle tightly.
"It was fun playing with you, Stranger… and it feels so good to have won!"
The Mad Man finished his move by lunging the katana forward, its blade being inserted straight through the Stranger's abdomen and out the other side. Blood splattered everywhere as the Stranger's internal organs were pierced open, ripping in pieces as his entire body rested between the cold steel of the katana.
The Stranger choked and gagged as blood ran out of his mouth. His head slowly began to lean down while his eyes became heavy, rolling back behind his skull as his eyelids came to a close. The gagging got more and more silent as his body became cold and limp.
His body made one final twitching movement… and the Stranger was finally dead.
The Mad Man, seeing the Stranger lie dead on his blade, used his left hand to pull the dead body of the Stranger and drop it onto the floor, his organs falling and splattering across the floor. As the cold body of the Stranger laid against the metal floor, the Mad Man chuckled softly as he gave the dead body a soft kick, making sure his death was certain.
The Mad Man nodded his head, and took one deep breath as he dusted off the dry blood from his shoulder.
"Well… so that's what I'm going to look like when I'm dead."
The Mad Man's eyes opened widely and gasped at the sound of the voice. His body trembled and his eyes jolted around as his mind tried to register the sound his ears had just picked up. It was shaking him to his very core.
"No… impossible…"
The Mad Man swiftly turned around and looked at the ground.
There, right in front of him, was a pair of feet…
Human feet.
His eyes followed upwards of the white body, and when he look straight forward, standing there, eye to eye to him, was another man. The man before him had medium-length grey hair, just above his eyebrows and the back of his neck. His brown eyes reflected the look of the Mad Man that stood before him, and his smile scared the Mad Man to death.
There was no doubt in the Mad Man's eyes. No matter how impossible the sight was, there was only once answer.
This was the Stranger.
"Hey there, you little shit."
Not even taking a second to think, the Mad Man attempted a downward swing with his katana, only to miss the Stranger and have his arm be grasped tightly and have its bones snapped in half as the Stranger forcefully brought his fist down, making the Mad Man screech in pain and drop his weapon.
Before he could react, the Mad Man found himself placed in a choke hold, completely enclosed in the hands of the Stranger and unable to move on his own. With the Stranger's right arm choking his neck, the Mad Man tried to speak while trying to grasp for air.
"This is impossible! You can't be alive! I killed you right in front of me! The only way you could have survive is if you were a… were a…"
To help answer the Mad Man, the Stranger brought him to the computer screen which had a big box detailing multiple pieces of information of the current Administrator of the server, including name, basic health details, authorized commands, and many other minor details describing the god-like Host. Nothing was out of place in the eyes of the Mad Man.
Except for one very important detail that made him shake in horror. Under the box labeled 'Name,' there was one detail missing.
It was the Stranger's name, not his.
His god-like powers were no longer his… but now the Stranger's.
"No… NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
The Stranger, smiling at the Mad Man's realization of his defeat, threw the Mad Man's body onto the floor far from his position, making him hit the metal surface face first as he screamed in utter defeat. As he watched his foe cry in failure, the Stranger looked down to see the sharp blood-stained katana, and instantly went for the handle, gripping it in his right hand.
The Mad Man banged his hands against the metal floor, yelling furiously in the room. "THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE! I'm the god of this world, I AM! I should be the victor! This was MY GAME, MY WORLD! How can I be beaten by some pathetic stranger, HOW?!"
The Mad Man stopped speaking as he looked over to see the Stranger, now in his human form, standing tall above him. Before he could get up and run away, the Stranger grabbed a thick piece of his cloak around his neck, and lifted him up to face him.
The Stranger's face lacked any expression as he held the blade of the katana against the Mad Man's abdomen. He never once blinked, nor bat an eye away from the Mad Man. The Mad Man did everything he could do to break free, but the Stranger's young and strong body, as well as obtaining the powers of the Administrator, were overcoming his feeble body. The only thing he could do was look back at the Stranger, who slowly began to drive the blade at his stomach.
As he felt the sharp tip of the katana pierce the outer folds of his stomach, the Mad Man spoke angrily while his head shook violently. "STRANGER! Before you end my reign and kill me, let me give you one last warning…"
The Stranger chuckled as he shook his head before shrugging his shoulders. "Go ahead, speak; it won't change a thing."
The Mad Man stood silent briefly, before speaking calmly with a sadistic smile. "Stranger… this battle now may have turned into your favor, you may have one this battle today, but know this, Stranger: even with my death, I still have one last card to play, and I can assure you, it will make me the victor in the end."
The Stranger laughed quietly as he held the Mad Man tightly. "Oh really? And what is this card of yours?"
"When the time comes, Stranger, you'll know… I just hope that you're prepared for it when that day comes."
The two stared silently at each other, their eyes looking deeply into each other blankly. The Stranger then jerked the body of the Mad Man forward, holding him tightly as he leaned his face in.
"It was nice playing with you, you bloody son of a bitch."
The Mad Man shook his head and chuckled softly. "Same."
With their final words said, the Stranger jammed the blade of the katana straight into the stomach of the Mad Man, puncturing through his intestines and other vital organs. When the katana finally got stuck and could not be pushed any further, the Stranger let go of his grip on both the handle and the Mad Man, pushing them away from him.
The Mad Man wobbled back a few steps, blood dripping from his mouth and pouring out of his stomach. He tried to speak, but his mouth was drowning in his own crimson blood. As his body trembled and became weak, the last thing the Mad Man could do was shake his head and make one last chuckle, closing his eyes as he collapsed onto his knees before falling on his right side.
And, with one last exhale from his mouth, it was over.
A god was killed… and a new one had risen.
The battle was over, truly over… and the victory was in the Stranger's favor.
The Stranger stood silently over the dead body, the cold air in the room making his hair flow with the breeze. His body was stained with the gushes of blood that squirted out of the Mad Man's stomach, but it did not faze him. He only stood tall with a blank stare at the man that forcefully trapped him in the world. His mind was empty, and had no idea what to do next.
He snapped back into reality as heard tiny footsteps enter the room. The Stranger looked up and made a small grin as he noticed Flippy enter the room. His emerald eyes were now back into their dark-green state, and, despite his majorly damaged body, Flippy look as alive as ever, with a victorious smile on his face while walking towards the Stranger.
Holding his left side with his right arm, Flippy limped forward a few steps while looking up at the Stranger, who returned with a friendly smile of his own. Flippy then stopped as he now stood over the dead body of the Mad Man, his feet now standing in a pool of blood that flushed out of the open wounds of the Mad Man.
Flippy nodded his head slowly. "So… the bastard is finally dead now, huh?"
Flippy's face showed confusion, and he tilted his head as he looked across his body, patting across himself in a curious manner. He then looked up at the Stranger, who was smiling and making a silent laugh.
Flippy's eyes widen as he smiled. "Did… am I… speaking clearly now?!"
The Stranger nodded his head. "I made a few changes while I was at the computer. What do you think?"
Flippy brought his left hand to his chin, and rubbed it slowly. "Well… honestly… I thought it sound a little deeper than this."
The two laughed at the comment, enjoying the victorious moment together. Flippy then stopped as he looked at the Stranger before facing away with his eyes close. The Stranger seized his laughter as he looked at Flippy, who was doing his best to look away.
"Flippy, what's wrong? This is what I look like."
"I know that; it's just…"
The Stranger was confused at Flippy's slow response, and wrapped his arms in front of him. "Come on man, speak up."
Flippy attempted to answer by pointing at him, hoping to answer the Stranger without saying a word. It did not work.
"Flippy, come on man, I gave you a voice so I could hear you now. So just tell me what's bothering you."
"You're dick is hanging out, man."
The Stranger's face instantly turned red as he looked down to notice his body was completely naked, his genitals clearly visible. Completely feeling embarrassed, the Stranger covered his private areas with his hands and looked around the room sharply for anything he could wear to cover it up. Despite the search, the only thing the Stranger could fine in the lines of clothing was the dirty cloak of the Mad Man that laid dead before him.
Feeling disgusted by it, the Stranger bent down and ripped a chunk of the cloak off the Mad Man's body, and wrapped it around his lower waist to, at best, cover his frontal area completely. Making a tight knot behind him, he patted it down to make sure his genitals were no longer visible, and placed his hands at his side.
"All right, you can look now."
Flippy turned around and faced the Stranger. Confusing to the Stranger, Flippy was giggling to himself as he shook his head. "What's so funny?"
Flippy wrapped his arms and spoke clearly. "Cold in here?"
"Fuck off, man!"
Flippy laughed loudly as the Stranger rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. Shaking his head, the Stranger walked forward while beckoning Flippy. "Come on, let's take a good view of the scenery."
"Right behind you."
The two walked out of the Control Room together, leaving the body of an evil god behind, and to face a fresh new world.
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