TBNES - Tournament

I'm runnin' that clock. It's alright though, I'ma get my whole life in order in the next six or seven hours and then I'll totally write this story. That still leaves me like 15 hours to do it, t's no problem, I'm totally in control.
 
I have been bored out of my mind, but I'm deliberately cutting it close this time. More fun that way. :D
 
I am losing most of my character development right now, and still need to study for my tests and stuff. Annoying and scares away the muses. I've reduced 12 planned and noted chapters with 2 chapters before each POV shift to 3 chapters, 1 POV each, and basically turning it from an adventure to a land, grab, flee, escape mission.
 
...except February which has 28.
 
I might be able to get it done in time. I just completely blasted forgot. :wallbash:
 
Trouble on my front as well... one thousand words after I cut and trimmed it, wasn't satisfied with it the first seven times I wrote it. Still working on it. Should be able to get it out about tomorrow or so.
 
Um, I don't have the time to do it today. If I'm going to miss the (loser bracket) deadline, I could forfeit.
 
That's fine then. I'll probably have it done in about 24 hours' time, I've just been busier than I expected today.
 
I'm seriously thinking about posting Chapter 1 Today, polish and post Chapter 2 tomorrow, because I can't really work on Chapter 3 on full until Friday.
 
I have my last final for this semester tommorow, so I'll be able to give this the attention it deserves in due time. I've been putting this off too much. :p
 
Raul vs. Lazarus Leto

Round 2


Back here again, goddamn jungles. Raul spent most of his life running away from jungles.

He can see snakes longer than buses, and spiders the size of small dogs. The jaguars are back in force and that is only the start. Dark figures flit about and evoke a terrible habit of his imagination, but don't offer any tangiable evidence of their existence.

Raul takes a deep breath, tries to remember the Area 51 bust. This can't be anything next to that.

And on the other side of this overzealously ornate arena, sits Alice, his sidekick, tutor, mentor. Alice started it all, it was her who took down the NYSE, she had saved Raul's life countless times and they had taught each more about the other's power than they would have ever have independently achieved.

They have her knocked out, Raul takes a deep breath while he stares down the jungle, if she were conscious she'd have shut the whole place down by now with electrical strikes to shame Zeus or Thor.

But it's up to Raul, he turns to Leto, "What's your plan?"

The Irishman hiccups before explaining, "Don figger I'd need to share it with you," hiccup, swig, "Rather not havva debate ya about whose cause is nobler after I carry you pass the uglies."

And Leto turns to a package that hade been sent in with him, something he had worked up in the garages, "Annnywai there ain't room for you onboard."

The machine rears up, a metallic walker, a secured suit with robotic legs, arms, and a cannon mounted on the hip. Leto hurries around the thing installing power and weapon runes safely into place before crawling up inside.

"Corrrai Lar!" he shouts, and the machine powers up standing and waving it's arm, "I'll wish ya good luck if ya please," and with that Lazarus charged forward, tearing down trees and leaving a wide wake of stampeded brush.

Raul wonders, staring after the path of destruction, who they've taken from him, because Leto clearly wasn't taking it well.

But that doesn't mean Raul is willing to let Alice die.

Cock the shotgun, Solid shot. Raul starts after Leto. No matter how big the suit, there's sure to be something here tough enough to slow him down and when that happens Raul will make it past him.

Jaguars and bears begin flooding into the new clearing, Raul curses as he fires off solid shots into the animals, one Jaguar, an Anaconda, two bears, another shot into a Panther.

Reload, but that means pulling everything into the trenchcoat and turning it to diamond. There are animals everywhere, solid shot isn't doing it, buck would still probably not do the job, even diamond buck.

Incendiary has worked poorly here before, Raul remembers the heat and other problems it caused him last time. It had been a total failure against the Doctor, but it had cleared out the animals. Might as well give it another go.

Cock the Shotgun, Incendiary Rounds, arms back through the sleeves, One shot, two, three shots, flaming bears and jaguars are running in a panic and spreading the fire. A steel toed sneaker smashes down on the nose of one of the bears and it whimpers, a diamond glove smashes a massive spider back from a leap.

Sleeve to diamond, backhand a jaguar midleap. Pants to diamond before jaws crunch against them. Diamond glove for another punch forward. More and more of his body is becoming immobile. Raul swings what he can at the creatures around him,

The jungle is starting to catch on to the fire idea, trees and brush start to join in with the burning animals. Four shots, five, and the spread is complete. All of the animals are panicking, even the dark and shadowy figures that had only been haunting the outskirts begin to flee from the flames further into the jungle.

Raul presses on down the cleared path, a swarm of frenzied animals stampedes in front of him.

None of them are paying attention to him. Reload.

Fire one, two more shots, Incendiary round into the brush just for good measure.

Diamond buck, fire three more shots into the back of the stampede, keep them going.

Reload.

And he follows the stampede until he sees it, a huge, dark pile of sludge, reaching up to swallow the animals, shadows and darkness sliding out of the muck. Leto's machine swings its arms against the thing. The jungle casts wild shadows of its own as the fire grows and grows.

The path to the temple is clear. The animals are mostly gone, swallowed into the huge monster that now fights Leto, Raul looks back and forth between the temple where the loved ones are secured and Leto. He takes a deep breath and remembers the things that make him human.

He reaches his mind into the muck, particles in disorder, Raul focuses. One proton at a time.

The muck reaches out to pick up Leto, preparing to crush him.

One proton at a time, all of the sudden the muck turns to lead. Raul runs up the smoldering metal, securing his shoes against the buttery ore, to pop open Lazarus from the machine, pulling him out.

The drunk coughs while Raul lays him on the ground, "are you ok?" Raul asks.

More coughs.

Raul slaps the man on the back, wonders if he has made it to needing CPR.

And Leto's eyes open, he tries to pull himself together and to his feet, "Yer mistake, helpin' me out, I wudnah done the same for yew," and he begins to stumble to his feet, prepared to rush towards the temple, pulling out his Mageloq pistol and firing at animals as they rush at him as he pushes towards the temple.

Raul hurries after him, trying to disable the pistol, but his transmutations do nothing to the runes on Leto's weapon. The fire is catching up to them, diamond fists swing back and forth against the creatures of the jungle.

Suddenly the blackness is all around them, in the last moment before it takes him Raul notices Lazarus staring, hopeless, into the abyss.

Cities left to ruin, police round up the survivors, special people, like Raul. He sees it clearly in his mind. He sees the blackness and the terror, a thousand murders. Alice dead on the stage.

But the protons, electrons, all of the matter… its all wrong.

This isn't real, Raul tells himself, fighting his way forward, one foot at a time. He grits his teeth, the visions come in triple strength, Raul stumbles forwards.

And the spell is broken. Raul pulls himself up, runs up the stairs. He begins to activate the machine, sets it on Alice.

Stumbling out of the blackness Leto screams "Nooooo!!"

The crackles of electricity and life bring a small smile to the freedom fighter's face, "Alice."

And Raul reaches out into the protons and neutrons of the other body, trying to find the poison…

Leto stumbles up the stairs, "What is he doing?"

Alice, groggy, looks around and surmises "Trying to save them."

"Why?"

Alice tilts her head to the side. Confused, she repeats, "Why?"

The sweat rolls and pools down his face as he makes the effort. Turning poison to antidote, trying to turn death into life, it is too much to ask but he can't resist the fight.

Alice explains, "He's a superhero."
 
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OOC: It's probably too much. I'll proofread it when I wake up, but since I'm such a stickler for deadlines I figured it was only fair to finish this before sleeping. Hopefully it makes sense.


Round 2 (Loser's Bracket) - Keder vs Leo

Haystacks & Revelations


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Leo could not breathe for fear that they would hear him. From the crunch of their footsteps he could tell that they were no more than two yards away from the enormous haystack where he lay hidden. He had run out of time and he knew it. He swore in his mind, something only Jeeves could hear, and grit his teeth.

This pair of monstrous lions had been chasing him since he had appeared in the steel-walled farm. Their heightened senses and speed had almost been too much for him. They had cornered him in the cornfield maze, and he was certain that without the speed boost from Jeeves he would have been dead hours ago.

A feline head popped around the corner. Leo snapped a kick to her face as her companion turned the bend. The lion leapt at him, claws bared, going for his neck. Leo dropped to the ground and rolled with the beast, thrusting Jeeves – now a dagger – into her side as he catapulted her over his head. She roared in pain as blood filled her lung. He rocked forward just in time to connect his fist with the first lion’s snout once again, driving it into the ground. With an elbow he broke her neck and she flopped silently on her side.

He scrambled to his feet and spun, anticipating an attack by the second lion. To his surprise, it was nowhere in sight. He turned to look at the black dagger in his hand as if in disbelief. “Wow…did I really…?”

Oh don’t give yourself so much credit, boy, she simply landed in the spike pit behind that other haystack Jeeves replied.

Leo shook his head slowly. “Twenty-foot-high cornstalk mazes, rabid super-powered lions, and hidden spike pits? What kind of sick place is this anyways?”

I don’t know, but I like it. Jeeves returned to his original form as he spoke. Leo rotated him in his hands and frowned. This had not been the sort of situation he was expecting. He hadn’t even so much as seen his opponent yet. He had seen the glowing ball he was supposed to catch at one point, but he had been running for his life and it was floating above a monster-piranha-infested irrigation ditch at the time. The judges had informed him that the only objective was to catch the ball as it glowed red, and to make sure that his opponent didn’t catch it while it was glowing green.

“What is this, a cheap Hunger Games ripoff?” he had said at the time. Leo laughed bitterly at the thought as he brushed himself off. He now turned to get his bearings and decide what to do. He hadn’t exactly had much time to plan up until this point. He could see the tall steel walls that enclosed them on all sides, though the far furthest from him easily could have been ten miles away. By the sun’s position he guessed he was close to the northeast corner of this massive property. The ball could be anywhere.

“Do you think there are traps all over the farm?” he asked.

Most certainly

Leo frowned again. To the west he could see the corn field, and to the south of him were a few silos. Further off he thought he could see the farmhouse and the silhouette of what he thought must be the barn. It was going to be almost impossible to talk to his opponent in this sort of place, and he feared he might lose before he even found him.

He was tired. Very tired. Jeeves had explained to him that even with his aid, the physical body had its limits. Leo wasn’t used to channeling the orb’s dark energies and thus would have a hard time maintaining them for any sustained period.

Time was short. Leo cursed under his breath and wiped the sweat from his brow as he set out towards the barn. Judge North had planned this on purpose, he was sure of it. They traveled carefully, Jeeves warning him of potential traps and helping him to find his way as the sky slowly darkened. The shadows cast by the steel walls were now long and ominous.

Leo turned up the collar on his dirtied white leather jacket to counter the frigid wind that had begun to sweep through. “I don’t see how the crops survive here. Rather unfriendly weather.”

Yes, Leo, unfriendly is exactly the word to describe this place, everything…and everyone in it.

Leo pocketed the orb as he put on his gloves. He felt a chill in his bones, and it wasn’t just the drop in temperature. “Now what’s that supposed to mean, Jeeves?”

You and I both know that your “let’s be friends” attitude is going to get you killed.

“Talking to Chaos is what kept him from killing me, or don’t you remember?” Leo stiffened.

Oh yes, I remember perfectly. You held back, and got your rear end handed to you. What saved you was luck, no less. I could easily have dispatched him if you’d let me, and you know it. What are you playing at, Leo? Leo’s jaw twitched.

You can’t keep running from your past. I know what you are, Leo. I know what you’ve done. No amount of niceness can change that. You are filthy scumbag. You’re just like me…a killer.

“I’m nothing like you.” He spat. “I’m tired of your stories of all the people you’ve killed and your sense of humor makes me sick. You are garbage, and that’s exactly where I’m leaving you when all this is though.”

Careful, boy. You don’t want to anger your only chance of survival. Without me, you’re nothing.

“I know that!” Leo was losing his patience. It had been difficult enough letting something like the orb into his possession. Thoughts of his brother and sister were the only things that kept him on track. Only for their sake was he willing to suffer. They were the flame that kept his dimly lit soul alight. Were it not for them, he would have offed himself years ago.

His thoughts trailed off as he looked up and saw a red light glowing beyond some rather gnarly apple trees. “The ball!” His eyes lit up. He felt drawn to the dancing red light. Almost…hypnotized. He pushed through his exhaustion and his gait broke into a run.

Leo-

“Shut it, Jeeves. I don’t have the patience for this right now. Lilia and James need me.” There was a newfound determination in Leo’s face as he quickened his pace.

Leo, that light isn’t-

“I said SHUT IT!” Leo refused to take his eyes off the light. He darted through the orchard, desperate to reach his destination, jumping over trap pits with abandon. It almost felt as if he was drawing closer to his siblings themselves. The light was growing stronger up ahead.

He burst into a clearing and was startled to find his opponent hanging from a branch high up in a tree, surrounded by more mutant animals. Above him floated the ball. Below him roared monstrous lions and tigers and bears.

“Oh my…” was all Leo could say.


**********​

Keder’s arms were growing tired. “How long is this fool going to take?” He asked no one in particular as he adjusted his grip. He’d been dangling from this tree for half an hour now and it had been twenty three minutes exactly since he had reached out to his opponent. He wasn’t entirely sure how he hadn’t died in the last battle, but he was resolved not to repeat the experience. At least this time his opponent wasn’t a sick pervert.

He had, of course, been aware of Leo’s location from the start. A formidable opponent face to face, Keder had been grateful that the lions had kept him occupied. That had allowed him to save his strength for his own search for the ball.

Everything had been fine until he had run into the bears.

These hideous creatures were twice as strong as a normal bear and three times as ugly. All of the animals in this joke of a farm seemed to be horribly warped and twisted. They all foamed at the mouth and their minds were dangerously unstable. Keder had tried to crush one’s mind, but the backlash had almost knocked him out. White lights had danced before his eyes and the headache still hadn’t gone away.

Unfortunately, the noise from the bears had alerted all sorts of other animals to his presence, and he’d had to run for it. Physical contests had never been one of his strong points, so he’d hoped to lure them into a trap. He had scaled the tree and was just about to call on the rocks around them when the idea had struck him.

He remembered all this as Leo burst through the treeline. He felt a flash of annoyance, but managed to keep from swearing at the man. He had to keep up appearances, after all.

“Leo, help me!”

His opponent seemed stunned. “How do you know my name?” He called out.

“Never mind that, help me out here! You do want my support, don’t you?”

“H…how do you-“

“AAH! I THINK MY HAND IS SLIPPING!!”

Leo looked exhausted, but he was certainly reacting. Keder found him an interesting character. He was living in denial of his past life and constantly put up an oh-so-righteous front. Keder imagined it would be rather annoying to spend much time with him in person. How the fool had gotten himself married was a mystery even to him.

Keder watched as Leo took his orb out of his pocket and hesitated for a moment before throwing it into the midst of the animals. Some had noticed him, and others were still intent on the tree. None were prepared for the blaze of light that hit them, nor the cleansing flame that followed. Keder grimaced and turned his head away. The entire clearing was enveloped in a blindingly white fire which somehow did not harm the tree, but turned every single one of the monsters to ash.

The mind-reader stared in disbelief as Leo retrieved the orb and approached the tree. That display of power had been impressive. Not only was this boy bonkers, but he had gotten his hands on an immense power to back him. His bid to destroy the tournament and “atone for his sins” was a serious threat, one Keder couldn’t overlook. He would have to be careful.

“For the sake of the divines, what was that?”

“His name is Jeeves.” The orb morphed into a disk and floated up to rest underneath Keder’s feet.

“It’s alright,” Leo called out, “Let go of the branch.”

Slowly, hesitantly, Keder let go with one hand and lowered himself just enough to touch the floating disk with his right toe. It was solid. He released his other hand as gently as he could and wobbled a little with the disk before it stabilized and brought him back to ground level. As he drew near Keder could see that his rescuer was indeed exhausted. He was panting heavily and had his hand on his side. He almost choked as he swallowed his spit.

“It taxes you, doesn’t it?”

“Of course…it does.” Leo replied between ragged breaths. “The energy is unlimited, but I’m still not used to it flowing through me. I think…I think it will improve with time.” He wiped the sweat from his brow with his sleeve, revealing a scar on his right palm. “Otherwise I’d be flying everywhere.” He added with a hoarse chuckle.

“I didn’t mean the energy. I’m talking about your soul, boy. What you’ve done…what you did to obtain such power…it weighs on you.” He stepped in and put a hand on Leo’s shoulder. He thought he saw a shiver run down the boy’s spine as he did.

Leo shrugged him off. “That’s none of your business. I just saved your life. The least you can do is thank me.”

“My apologies…” Keder replied, “I couldn’t help but overhear.”

“Overhear?”

“Yes. I’m afraid your mind is a rather noisy one. I know about your past. I know about your plans to destroy the tournament.” Keder stepped forward and grabbed Leo’s hair with one hand, ramming his other palm into Leo’s forehead. “I’m afraid I can’t let you go through with that. I can’t have you destroying my one way home.” Leo’s eyes rolled back and he went slack jawed. Keder released him, and he slumped to the ground.

“Thank you, by the way. I couldn’t have done this without you.”

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White hot pain seared through Leo’s mind. He tried to scream, but he knew the sound never made it past the walls of his own mind. He had spent years building them up, and now they were his prison.

“Jeeves!!” He tried to shout. “Why didn’t you warn me!?” As rage built up, the walls seemed to warp around him. Everything turned to crimson. Yet he knew it was no use. He had alienated the demon and it had kept quiet, just as he had demanded. His anger broke into sorrow, and his surroundings seemed to weep with him.

“People always get what they want.”
In front of him had appeared a woman. Her features were foggy, as was her dress, but she seemed young. Her voice was somehow soothing. She seemed familiar to him. She was holding an instrument of some kind in her hand, but he couldn’t quite make it out.

“Who…are you?”

“Does that really matter?” she replied pointedly. “Your pain has finally consumed you. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? You wanted to blot everything out. The only thing keeping you sane was hope...”

The woman’s voice trailed off and she faded into the darkness. “Wait! Don’t go! I…I-“

“You’re pathetic.” Leo recognized Jeeves’ voice and spun around. The image he met, however, was not who he had anticipated. It was his father’s loathsome image. He held a bottle in his hand and it was clear he hadn’t bathed in days. “I always knew you’d be worthless! Just like your mother!”

Behind him Leo could see his house burning, and his mother’s screams reached him from inside. The dark silhouette superimposed on his childhood home by his father’s image was fitting, in a way. A part of each of them had died when father left. Mother had not been able to cope with it. Leo hadn’t been able to cook on a gas stove since that day.

Deep down he knew he could have stopped her. He knew how unstable she was, yet he had taken up that tour offer anyways. It had seemed to easy back then. Just as it had been easy to track his father down and make him pay for what he’d done to them.

The vision swirled around him, and the screams of his mother became those of his sister. Battered and bruised, she was curled up in a corner. With bloody arms shielding her head she trembled. “NO LEO, DON’T!! IT’S ME, LILY!! IT’S MEEEE!!”

Anguish and guilt tore through Leo, and he fell to his knees. “I didn’t mean to, I really didn’t…” he sobbed with his head in his hands.

“You always were a pansy!” His father’s voice floated over to him, oozing of contempt.

The next image presented to Leo was that of his brother James, hanging from an observation tower. Leo watched him fall over and over again. He shook his head and tried to focus. He was really lying in a field somewhere, and his opponent would soon capture the ball…

“Come with me”, James had said. “We can bring her back!” But Leo hadn’t believed him. He had sent the naïve boy like a lamb to the slaughter. Leo had known there was no way James could succeed, and his odds of survival were even less. He had abandoned or destroyed everyone he had ever cared about. Now that he thought about it, he didn’t even say goodbye to his wife…

“STOP! STOP IT!! I DON’T WANT THIS!!!”

“Then what do you want?” Judge North asked coolly as he formed in front of him. The vision of James falling to his death disappeared in a haze of smoke. “To erase all of this? That’s not possible Leo.”

“Yes, I know that now, but-“

“Do you really?” His voice boomed. “Nothing can make up for what you’ve done. No amount of good deeds, no amount of service to humanity, nothing will bring them back to you. Destroying the tournament won’t bring you forgiveness, Leo. You can’t put on appearances and you can’t trick everyone into thinking you’re a good guy. You cannot live this down.”

Rage and anguish seemed to wrestle for control within him as other memories flashed through his mind. People he’d abandoned. People he’d betrayed. If he could not find a reason to hope, he would never wake up. Yet all he saw was hate and pride, and all he felt was pain and fear. The woman had said he was here because he wanted to be here. No, this was worse than death.

Leo’s voice quivered. “Is there no way out, then? Is there no reason to return to reality?” Dread spread over him as he finally began to comprehend his situation. Frantically he searched through his memories for something of value. Something worth fighting for. Something…anything…

“I’m still here, daddy!”

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The cold shocked Leo as he awoke. Even still, he continued to sweat profusely. He slowly lifted his head to take in his surroundings. He could now see his breath, as well as countless constellations he didn’t recognize overhead. Jeeves was nowhere to be seen. He tried to push himself onto his knees, but he was too weak.

He lay back down, trying to gather his energy. As he contemplated the night sky he felt strangely…happy. The guilt was still there, and Leo supposed he would have to take that up with God in the future, but he smiled all the same. He had a reason to live.

Just then, Leo saw something green to his left. He turned to see the ball, crossing the clearing seven feet off the ground. The other contestant was leaping after it and cursing. Eventually he lost his patience and raised his arm in front of him. Pieces of the surrounding debris gathered up around the ball and slowly pulled it to him. Just as he was about to touch it, however, it shifted colors to red. Leo couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Still after that thing?” The man seemed surprised to hear Leo conscious.

“How’d you get out of that trap?” the mind-reader demanded as he turned to regard him.

“I don’t know. Don’t worry about me though, I still can’t stand yet. Now tell me, why didn’t you kill me when you had the chance?”

The hooded man came closer, the red ball cased in rocks following. “I don’t need you dead. In fact, we were told not to kill each other. I can’t afford to get disqualified from this tournament. I need to get out of this world.”

“So you’re not from this world?” Leo looked up quizzically.

“No, I’m afraid not. The name is Keder, by the way. I’m a mind reader, among other things.”

“Yeah, I gathered.”

There fell an awkward silence between the two.

“You know…” Leo spoke up after a moment, “You don’t have to win in order to get home. You may not have considered it, but you could enlist the help of that engineer in recalibrating one of the machines they use for the tournament.”

Keder stroked his chin. The steam from his breath appeared as if smoke from a thinking pipe. “Hmm, perhaps that could work. Of course, we could never get away with stealing one. We’d need a distraction.”

Leo’s eyes twinkled mischievously. “Leave that to me.”

Keder nodded as if in approval. As he did the ball shifted from red to green. He drew it closer to him, and turned once more to examine Leo from head to toe. His tone was approving.

“You’ve impressed me, Leo. In spite of it all, I think you’ve got your priorities straight. You’ve earned my respect. I don’t give that out to just anyone.”

He placed his hand on the ball, and it began to grow brighter. The color shifted from green to bright white and even Leo could feel the heat that began to emanate from it. He heard a sizzling and realized that Keder’s hand was beginning to burn.

“AAARGH!!!” He cried. He attempted to shake the ball off, but to no avail. He grabbed at his burning right hand with his left, but it was pulled onto the ball as well, which subsequently began to rise in the air. Soon, Keder was floating a foot off the ground.

You should have killed him while you had the chance!

The look on Keder’s face was one of betrayal as he burst into flame. Pieces of burning cloth fell to the ground beside Leo as his cries reached the stars above. The stench was sickening. Leo tried to move, but could only look on helplessly as his new friend was immolated before his eyes.

When Jeeves dropped him to the ground, Keder was nothing but charred bones. Leo was quite literally paralyzed by fear as the glowing orb neared his face. He thought he felt something lift him into the air, but did not react. His shocked gaze was still fixed on the smoking remains beside him.

Come, master. We have a ball to catch!

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Chaos the Laughter and Kill Girl Miyabi vs. The World and the Hunt for the Black Suitcase

The wreckage flamed and a cloud of greasy black smoke swept off at a rakish angle skywards. Chaos pulled itself from the twisted metal and debris, taking a moment to turn around and pull out a battered black briefcase. Patting out the flames still raging on his left arm Chaos approached the Judges North and Alenia. North had blandly sour expression plastered across his face, while Alenia maintained an air of pleasant bemusement, her clipboard in one hand and a fountain pen in the other.

“And with a time of...” Judge North squinted down at an aged metal pocketwatch, “9 days, 3 hours 46 minutes and 35 seconds, Chaos the Laughter is the first to return with the briefcase.”

“Congratulations on the completion of the second round of the Tournament of Souls!” Alenia’s voice echoed rather oddly over the last three words, but Chaos paid that no heed. “I have to say, that was a rather... unexpected turn things took down there at our Antarctic Installation. Now, for the sake of our confused audience, would you mind telling us just a little bit about what was going on down there?”

“Well...” Chaos began.

The lights within the main tent at Carnivale were dulled once again, a single spotlight focused on Kill Girl Miyabi. Her patched white coat bore a strange logo on its back, with a katakana subscript. The long coat swung back and forth as she bounced from one heel to the other, her face a portrait of pent-up energy. A skull mask was flipped up over her forehead, her tongue ran back and forth over her lips in nervous anticipation.

A second spotlight appeared, its light trailing lazily across the floor. A glance upwards would reveal it to be a hole in the top of the tent, the shredded material flapping gently in the breeze. A figure sank down from the tear, its smooth oval face backlit by a twisting halo of light, writhing as if it were a beast constrained.

A toetip touched ground, shortly followed by the rest of Chaos, save for one grossly distended arm, the hand of which was still attached to the roof above.

“Rappelling is fun.”

The crowd laughed. Chaos noted that this tended to be a common reaction to his actions, which was confusing. Why did humans have that same response to so many different stimuli? Chaos then proceeded to snicker lightly, then break into a giggling fit of her own.

The judges were speaking, but their voices were directed at the crowd in the tent. Chaos pulled its telescoped arm, which fell limply to the ground like a loose rope. With a light shrug, the arm dissolved into smoke, before spinning ribbons of black and white instantly materialized out of the miasma. In a flurry, they spun around the absent arm, restoring it to its original state. Chaos flexed the fingers experimentally, smiling and looking over at his competitor. Kill Girl Miyabi. A strange look was on her face, one that Chaos, even with his nascent social awareness, could not place. Chaos’ attention thus drifted across her body, settling on her hands. Her fingers were toying with a pair of metal gauntlets, sparks of electricity arcing back and forth between them.

“That pretty cool. Oool. Loolooloo.” Chaos rolled the ell around on an immaterial tongue.

“Listen. Boy-Girl-Princess thing. We are straight on this one thing.”

“Ooloo- oh, hm?”

The firm face of Miyabi broke into a smile, almost predatory in its mirth.

“I’m not happy for work with you. But we are cooperate until we have briefcase, okay?”

“Riiiight...” Chaos began slowly, “And then... Ooh! Then we fight for that one way back!”

“Smart little dansei fujin.” Miyabi’s grin grew to shark-like proportions, and her left hand slid the skull mask over her face, obscuring all but her mouth.

“Did you enjoy your breakfast today?”

The grin turn into a brief expression of confusion, before a blinding white flash erased everything from vision.


“Sounds like you’d both been setting up that little scuffle you had later on from the start then.” Judge North noted with a raised eyebrow.

“Ah, well, no, the thing that happened after we arrived was a bit more of a spur-of-the-moment thing. So, do you want this or not?”

Chaos held out the black briefcase. Scuffs defaced most of its surface, fire damage scarred the rest. The latch seemed to be bent permanently shut, while one of the ends was crumpled and cracked into a permanently open configuration. The whole thing smelled distinctly of sea-salt.

“Ah... that can wait. Please, continue your story.”

The light cleared and Chaos was immediately met with a radically new and alien sensation.

“Wow! What is this? It’s everywhere!”

“What is it?!” Miyabi pulled her white jacket more tightly around her body and released a cloud of steam with her breath, “It’s colder than Wakkanai in the winter! Idiot.”

Chaos took a few steps forward, looking around. The pair had appeared in a dead-end hallway. The walls were metal, but frozen over. Frost had spread out from the corners of the floor, leaving only a thin path through the center of the hall free from treacherous ice. Chaos stepped on it experimentally, before slipping and smashing head-first into the ground. The monochromatic figure burst out into laughter as Miyabi rolled her eyes and stepped over her prone partner, making her way to the end of the hall. She flipped up her mask and squinted at the frost-obscured map posted before her, rubbing her sleeve against it to clear away the thickest patches of icy crystals. She shivered- the cold was bitter. Cute thought it was, zettai ryouiki was clearly not a sensible fashion decision to make before a trip to Antarctica. Sliding the mask back over her face, she interfaced with several of the capsules. With a pleasant rushing sensation, the cold disappeared. Miyabi frowned despite the relief- she’d have to hurry- her fingers were liable to freeze off even if she was temporarily unable to feel the cold.

“Hey Chaos! Map up here. Stop wasting time!”

The masked figure made its way along the hallway through a rapid-fire series of pratfalls to arrive behind Miyabi’s right shoulder.

“Hmm. That’s way more complex than any sort of climatological research station has any right to be. Since when do these stations have that many test chambers? And clearly-marked defence mechanisms?”

“I think that’s a bottomless pit.” Noted Miyabi, pointing to a large black circle near the center of the facility. “Seems stupid to keep something like that here.”

“And there’s the escape pod! Easy! It’s right on our way!”

“On our way? What are you saying, silly mask-face, the briefcase goal is not on the map.”

“RACE YOU!” Chaos started off at a heavy spring down the hallway, arms flailing for balance as he barely managed to keep vertical sliding down the treacherous hallway. A few seconds later, Chaos’ voice could be heard around the next corner.

“Wouldn’t it be just awfully annoying if the briefcase was right at the escape pod?”

Kill Girl Miyabi hesitated for an instant, then set off in a split second in pursuit of Chaos. In only a few seconds she crashed into her partner, who was standing still, with a hand on her chin and an investigative expression on her face.

“Augh! Baka ne!”

“You’ve got to teach me that language some time. You know, isn’t it weird that I found this magical mask that lets me have a body and a voice and stuff like that, but it only comes with understanding of one language?”

Miyabi picked herself off of the frigid floor, shaking her head and giving Chaos a look of incredulity.

“Not... what? Later!”

“Oh, this is the escape pod by the way.” Chaos gestured to a delicate-looking apparatus, “It seems to be just another teleporter. And if the Judges were honest, it’s a one-shot.” Chaos reached towards it, before being grabbed by Miyabi and pulled away.

“Well don’t use it now! God! Idiot!”

Miyabi gave Chaos a rough tug away from the teleporter and set off down the hallway. Chaos turned back, a blank face slowly curling into a maniacal smile. With a purposeful motion, Chaos reached into the teleporter. Two hands closed around delicate styli around the periphery of the device, and wrenched them away. They snapped off and the machine shuddered. Feeling adventurous, Chaos reached in deeper, into a tangled mess of wires, and ripped them out. A strong electrical current shocked him for an instant, but that passed quickly. A dull glow about the machine that had previously gone unnoticed faded, and a collection of colourful, magnetically-suspended metal pieces fell down with a clatter. Miyabi, now at the end of the hallway, turned about, her eyes widening as she saw what was happening. With a final movement, Chaos grabbed one of the two large arcs of metal that formed the outline of the teleporter, and bent it out towards herself. A ferocious kick to the side of the head sent Chaos clattering down the hallway before it could take a moment to admire its handiwork.

“You! Argh! Only! Way! Out!”

Chaos pulled himself off the floor, brushing off the frost crystals and ventured a casual smirk.

“Now we can cooperate without having to fight over who gets the teleport-”

“No! Now we freeze to death because you are insane and we are trapped!”

“Nah, there’s probably another way out. We’ll find it afterwards.”

“No...” said Miyabi, face downturned and clutching her fists. With a sudden jolt, her eyes moved up to meet Chaos’ gaze. “We won’t.”

With a smooth motion, the girl pulled a long staff off of her back, holding it before herself in an aggressive stance. Now clutched firmly in her grip, the end began to glow and crackle brightly.

“I’ll kill you now, so I don’t have to worry about your stupid- stupid! Argh! Your death won’t make this any harder for me!”

“I’m pretty sure that the machines her need two operat-” Chaos looked down to see the plasma lance impaling his chest. The fabric around the puncture point smoked and curled.

“I’ll manage.” Miyabi’s face was a firm grimace of combat. With a deft movement she stabbed in deeper and twisted Chaos sideways into one of the walls. With a shrug, Chaos retaliated by grabbing the lance in front of him and pulling it to the side. Miyabi, outmuscled by her erstwhile ally, crashed into the opposite wall.

“Yoink!” Chaos pulled on the Lance, and it slid out of Miyabi’s hands, passing completely through Chaos’ body. Grabbing the weapon, he turned it against its former bearer. With a sad noise, the glowing tip flickered out, leaving nothing but a blunt-tipped metal rod.

“It’s powered by my bioelectric- aww, do you not have any of that?” With a giggle, Miyabi pulled out a katana, its’ blade already arcing with electricity. She advanced with a series of swings, which met with clanging counters from the staff.

“INTRUSION.” A computerized voice echoed down the hall.

Both combatants froze for an instant.

Down the length of the hall, a small shower of dislodged ice crystals fell down, and panels on the roof began to open up.

With a single acrobatic movement, Miyabi swung her blade during the moment of distraction. Contact was made, and she withdrew, backflipping gratuitously down the hallway as turrets began to descend from the roof. Chaos stood still on the spot, her right arm flopping around on the floor.

“TARGET. ACQUIRED.”

With what amounted to a low-pitched buzz, the turrets spat an inordinate number of bullets at their target. Miyabi, crouched around the corner, crouched down, ready to pounce. After a few brief seconds, the firing noise stopped. Her body trembled with anticipation. Her heart practically beat its’ way out of her chest when the bullets started up again, only to finish again after another brief interval. As the deafening echoes faded out, a voice could be heard from the previous corridor.

“Oww...”

Damnable thing- how many bullets would it take to kill you? She considered what she had seen of Chaos’ previous fight with Leo Cazals- the man had pulled its mask off, which had been enough to banish it for a time. Perhaps if the mask was destroyed it could permanently banish Chaos? Even as she pondered this, Kill Girl Miyabi remained tensed for the leap.

More holes than fabric, Chaos dragged itself slowly out of the hall. Wisps of blackish ectoplasm flickered out of the holes, dissipating into the air. Just get around this one corner, and there would be shelter.

Chaos got around the corner. Kill Girl Miyabi leapt, lifting the crawling figure off the ground and smashing it into the far wall. With a smooth slice, her katana disconnected Chaos’ head.

“Oh no you don’t!” Chaos’ leg lifted up and delivered a rough kick to the back of Miyabi’s head, as his left arm swung up to knock his head out of the girl’s grasp. As Miyabi, stunned, started to scramble for the airborne head, Chaos’ bullet-riddled torso slid out from underneath her grip, grabbed the head, and started to sprint away.

“Nope! You’re not taking my head this time!” Chaos disappeared down the hall, his decapitated head laughing maniacally, clutched firmly in the grip of his remaining left arm.

“TARGET. ACQUIRED.”

Miyabi, still dizzy from the blow to the back of her head, instinctively flung herself back out of the hallway, mere instants before the bullets hit the wall behind her. Her tongue tapped the interface on her gel-mask, and several capsules were released simultaneously. Her dizzied head cleared, and adrenaline surged through her body. Picking up her lance, she set off in hot pursuit of her foe.

The pursuit led Miyabi down another two hallways, and through a large, gaping door. A gust of wind hit her face as Miyabi’s eyes adjusted to the new, brighter room. It was a hangar of some sort, and she was on a catwalk stretching above it. She looked around more. A series of machines in various states of disassembly were spread in an orderly manner on a series of belts stretching across the room. In a moment of realization, she suddenly understood the purpose of the room- a production line. Thoughts of how ridiculous it was to manufacture what appeared to be combat walkers in an Antarctic base were brushed aside as Miyabi followed the footprints of Chaos, to find her quarry’s hiding place. The trail led her buy an unlit red bult, right above a large button. The girl did a double take, looking at the yellow and black warning tape around the button and back to the conveyor belts. With a grin, she punched the button.

A deep bass groan shook the facility. The sound of tinkling ice cascading downwards echoed throughout the room, and the assembly line began to activate. A confused shout immediately gave away Chaos’ location.

“Aha! Come out and fight!”

“Do you mind?” Chaos’ head emerged from the cockpit of a partially-assembled walker on the far side of the room, “I’m trying to pull myself together here.”

The horrible power of the pun nearly sent Miyabi reeling, but she maintained her composure.

“You didn’t happen to bring my other arm with you, did you?”

With a jolt, Chaos’ conveyor belt started moving, carrying the wounded competitor off towards safety.

“Oh well, I can fix it myself.” The stub of Chaos’ arm sublimated into a cloud, and once more the ethereal ribbons rippled out of nowhere, folding themselves over the reconstituted limb.

Growling, Miyabi ran along the catwalk and leapt down onto the belt. Dodging the slowly-reactivating robotic assembly arms, she charged her way down the line. Chaos had already disembarked from its mech, and was running ahead towards a light in the distance. Miyabi gritted her teeth and forced her legs to run faster.

The light came closer and closer, and Miyabi burst into another huge room. A dim blue light seemed to permeate the frozen room. Rows and rows of tables covered with all sorts of thickly-frosted lab equipment.

In the distance, as calm as if she had not been pursued at all, stood Chaos, a frozen body held in her hands. It was a woman, with black hair and closed eyes. Her body was posed in a huddled sitting position, as if she had been lifted directly off the chair upon which she had died.

“They said there’d be test subjects.” Chaos looked down with mild disappointment. “But our test subjects are all broken. Now they can’t present their briefcase to us.”

Miyabi paused, her furious desire to kill Chaos overcome once again by her bewilderment at her foe’s actions.

“Yeah. They’re dead. Just like us when we’re trapped down in this frozen wasteland!”

“Wait. So they’re dead... so they don’t feel pain if I were to do stuff to them?”

Miyabi’s look of bewilderment grew somehow even more incredulous. She had no response. Forcing her eyes shut, she shook her head and shouted at Chaos.

“Forget it, I’m killing you now!”

“But we could do the presentation now! I just found-”

With a leap, Kill Girl Miyabi flew at Chaos, her katana crackling. Her advance was halted quite suddenly by impact with a large frozen body, which sent her crashing sideways into a table. Wrestling the frozen cadaver off of herself, Miyabi rose again, and raced down a gap between the desks after Chaos. Her quarry had already disappeared around a corner into another section of the room, which seemed to be arranged like a large square-edged ‘C’ around the assembly room.

“Peekaboo!”

Miyabi stared across the room. Chaos waved from the cockpit of one of several combat walkers lined up against the wall. Anticipating incoming fire, she dodged and took cover. Silence followed, and several seconds later a cautious peek showed Chaos struggling with the controls.

“Hey... Kill Girl? This thing says it needs a co-pilot to operate.”

Miyabi grinned. She had the time she needed. Leaping out from behind her cover, she ran gracefully across the room, coat billowing behind her. With the efficiency and grace of a gymnast, she climbed her way into an unoccupied walker. She’s seen machines like this in her manga before... hopefully the controls would not be too different.

Chaos had never seen anything remotely like the machine it was in before. Two sets of controls existed, some distance apart. Experimental button pressing, it determined, was the optimal course to follow.


“Ah, and this was where things started getting interesting. The crowd quite liked this bit.”

“Did they? Huh, it was just two people blundering around with experimental superweapons in a room filled with delicate lab equipment and a bottomless pit. I would have thought people would have preferred the bit with the stolen airplane. I haven’t told you about that bit yet.”

“Ahem. Yes, that bit. Points for style kid, but our lawyers hadn’t planned for us to be dealing with claims of off-site destruction.”

“It’s still all right here. Behind me. On fire. And in a slightly different configuration.”

“Mmm hmm. Now, the fight.”

“Right!”

“CRF-1-21 BIPEDAL WEAPONS PLATFORM ONLINE.”

Chaos’ walker blundered around like a hemiplegic gorilla, knocking over tables and various pieces of glassware as it did. It could attain a semblance of normality if he ran from side to side manipulating each set of controls in succession, but the workaround seemed to be rather inefficient.

“This is pretty fun!”

“Indeed. Now take this!”

Chaos was nearly catapulted out of the cockpit as an explosion knocked the walker across the room. With a mechanical limp, Chaos the Laughter turned his machine around to face Kill Girl Miyabi. Her left hand was gripping one joystick, while a long chain was held like reigns in her right, giving her a semblance of control over all of her machine.

“It’s even better when you find out where the weapons are. Like this one!”

Miyabi dramatically pressed a button, and a set of jetpacks ignited, sending her mech crashing into the roof. The machine scraped along the metal roof with a shower of sparks, passing overtop of Chaos and crashing down into the tables. The jetpacks still ignited, Miyabi’s machine ploughed its way through table after table, traveling down and back an entire arm of the room as Chaos watched with fascinated amusement. Miyabi made a second pass and crashed through a wall. A gust of wind met Chaos’ face, and without a care in the world he pursued his opponent through the walker-shaped hole in the wall.

“Ah, so here’s the bottomless pit room.” Chaos looked around. The chamber had a large borehole cutting through its centre, stretching upwards to the surface and downwards into oblivion. The only horizontal surface in the entire room was a narrow rim around the precipice, upon which Chaos stood. Miyabi seemed to have regained control of her machine, as her jetpacks turned off, depositing her on the far side of the room.

“What button did you press to do that?”

“Like...” Miyabi was breathing heavily. “I’d tell you.”

“Fine! Blue it is!”

A bright laser beam blasted out of the right weapon pod of Chaos’ mech, scoring a line along the opposite end of the room.

“Or maybe orange.”

A flamethrower blasted out. Steam and melted water cascaded down from the vaporized ice where the flame hit.

“Ooh.”

Miyabi cut short Chaos’ further experimentation, as a shell blasted into the chassis of Chaos’ walker. The machine reeled, crashing into the back wall, triggering another miniature avalanche of dislodged ice to rain down into Chaos’ cockpit. Chaos momentarily considered using the flamethrower to clear off the ice, but thought better of it.

“You know,” Chaos began, “Maybe these weapons are a bad idea.”

“Why don’t you get out of it then?”

A reasonable refute. But Chaos took a third option. Stretching his arm out to the second set of controls, Chaos directed his machine into a loping charge around the hole, closing in on his enemy. Miyabi opened fire, sending a wave of further high explosive shells careening into the icy walls. Chaos came closer and closer, and as he approached point blank range the machine’s weapon arms lunged forwards. Miyabi’s met the assault, and the two warriors wrestled through their mechanical proxies. Servos squealed at the strain, and the sound of twisting metal echoed throughout the chamber.

“So, tell me.” Chaos began once again, “Which button did you press to turn on those rockets?”

“Why do you even care?!” Miyabi shouted back over the roaring machinery.

“Well, if you don’t tell me, then I will just have to press...” Chaos flipped up a panel on his console, revealing a new row of controls, “THE BLACK BUTTON!”

Chaos raised her right hand high above her head, then slowly began to bring it down, a sickeningly large grin stretched across her mask. Scrambling, Miyabi flipped up the same panel, and jammed down on the button first.

“CRF-1-22 BIPEDAL WEAPONS PLATFORM OFFLINE.”

Kill Girl Miyabi’s eyes widened in shock.

“You tricked me! You’re too stupid to trick me!”

Chaos shrugged and put forward pressure on its left joystick, shoving the deactivated walker. The machine offered no further resistance and tumbled over sideways, plummeting into the abyss. Completing the motion started several seconds earlier, Chaos’ finger pressed the black button.

“CRF-1-21 BIPEDAL WEAPONS PLATFORM OFFLINE.”

Chaos hopped off the war machine, and set back into the largely-destroyed main lab. A small side room’s door lay open, with the word ‘Staff’ written on the side. Chaos peeked in, and then picked around the wreckage of the room. Finding his target, he lifted the frozen body of the black-haired woman and carried it back into the room, placing it down on an empty chair. A collection of frozen bodies were present, huddled together around what looked like the long-extinguished remains of a small fire. Chaos walked past them, grabbing hold of the handle of a black briefcase on their desk. It took a bit of pulling to detach it, but it released easily enough.

Chaos put it down on the lap of the sitting woman, then hunched down behind her and imitated a voice.

“Congratulations on winning the competition! Take the briefcase back to the teleporter, and you can go back to Carnivale!”

Chaos switched positions and moved to a man huddling down on the floor.

“But don’t be silly, you destroyed the teleporter and can’t go back.”

“Don’t worry, it’s not that far. You’re on the Antarctic Peninsula, it’s only 800 kilometres from the northern tip to Tierra del Fuego.

“You’ll never make it and you’ll get frozen to death like me.”

“You always bring that up! I think this one will get away just fine.”

Chaos got up from behind the solidified corpses and walked back outside, swinging the briefcase and humming cheerily. Kicking its feet into the ice, Chaos slowly hoisted itself upwards towards the large opening. The briefcase made it up and over first, and the rest of Chaos’ body was hoisted up onto the surface shortly thereafter. The sun rested low on the horizon, and vast mountains of ice and rock stretched off into the distance. On the horizon was the reflective sparkle of oceanic water, glowing pink in the Antarctic dawn. After a brief pause, Chaos started walking.


“Yup, that’s most of it. The rest was just walking, swimming, more walking, taking some aircraft and then making it back to Carnivale.”

“That sounds like quite the story in of itself.”

“Meeeeehhhh. It was fun enough I guess. Now, when do we get started on the next round?”
 
4300 words even.

Meanwhile, in Antarctica

Kill Girl Miyabi huddled in the cockpit of her walker. The top of the pit was, she estimated, 20 meters above her. The walker had been anchored into place by the well-timed throw of one of her glue bombs, but she dared not try to reactivate it, or even climb out. Cracks had been forming in the epoxy, and any movement might send her hurtling down to the unknown depths of the pit. Even if she could climb out, what could she do? She was in a dead base in the most hostile continent on Earth, with a broken teleporter.

She would not break down. If this was the place she was going to die, she would meet death with dignity. But her hope was not yet lost- while the intended return route had been sabotaged by that idiot Chaos, she was priveleged enough to have access to... an alternative means of teleportation.

With a faint crackling noise and the smell of cinnamon, a portal opened up in the air before here.

"Yankee Suns to Miyabi, Yankee Suns to Kill Girl Miyabi, are you there?"

"Jet? You there? I'm here! I'm here!"

"Glad to hear it- sorry it took us so long to get a lock on you. Let's get you out of there."

Miyabi's lip trembled as she began to cautiously crawl her way into the portal.

"I lost Jet, I lost it! I lost at Carnivale." The girl's face was flushed, froma mixture of the cold and the embarassment.

"Easy now Miyabi. Remember. No shame in defeat so long as the spirit is unconquered. Now are you still unconquered?"

Miyabi sniffled slightly, and nodded.

"Then you're not out of it yet. Come with me, and we'll get you back to Carnivale for the third round."
 
OOC: I thought really hard about the ending to this one. I had two stories in mind as a response to SKILORD's, but I decided on this one because I thought "eh, what the hell." Enjoy!

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Raul vs. Leto
Round 2 - Part 2

"He's a hwhat?"

"Superhero. You know-“

“N’actually, ‘fraid I don’t, lass,” Leto cuts her off, looks around in an attempt to earn his bearings. The flames were coming to surround the temple, as Leto felt the very moisture exit the air.

Ahead, the machine was whirring tirelessly to eradicate the poison in Alice’s body. Tiny gizmos whirred and flickered, shutters opened and closed, pistons pressed against each other as the Byronian monstrosity shuddered tremulously. Opposite the machine lay Jordyn, ebony skin lent warmth by the rising flames.

Leto stumbled up the steps after Raul, raising his pistol and aiming it at Raul. Since the last trial, Leto hadn’t much time to replicate his original design with as much sophistication, but what he had would suffice for your token murder.

“Back away from the machine, Raul, I won’t be lettin’ them take Jordyn from me.”

Raul’s head turned slightly, and he made eye-contact with Leto. Slowly, his gaze flitted down to the pistol that Leto now held aloft. Two small runes were etched on the barrel. They resisted the touch of his mind as he once again reached out to alter their construction.

“I said, get back!” Leto shouted.

“Don’t do that, you’ll distract me,” Raul was straining to speak. He once again focused on the pistol, trying this time to alter everything but the runes. The iron in the barrel, the wood in the stock – both were malleable, flowing parts of the universe, inexorably relativistic. There was none of the inky blackness he felt when touching the runes. With a sigh of relief, he decided to simply cut one of the runes off; a small piece of iron shot away from the pistol, carrying a rune with it.

“What the-?” Leto pulled the trigger, felt the magical energy surging from him into the firing rune. With no release, the pistol then crumbled into dust. Leto’s countenance fell.

Raul went back to manipulating the poison out of Jordyn’s body, cleaving molecules in twain piece by piece as he did. The enormity of the task seemed to multiply for every poison molecule obliterated this way, as more and more clouded his vision, taunting him with their number.

Leto looked at Raul, then the machine, then Jordyn. He ran to the machine, desperate to try to save Jordyn.

Raul took notice of this and, cursing the man, aimed his shotgun at Leto. Diamond slugs sat threateningly at the back of the barrel. Leto put up his hands slowly as he backed away from the machine, the tip of the barrel tracing Leto’s movements in Raul’s eyes.

Panting, frustrated, Leto began to speak. “What’s wrong? Don’t trust in your powers to save yer friend there? ‘Ave to rely on the machine to do it?”

Raul shook his head. “I know my limits. I’m not God.”

Leto smirked. The heat from the blaze was now causing him to sweat, and he was beginning to feel a little delirious. “Listen, mate, friend,” his voice was dripping with sarcasm, “Machines are my specialty, hocus pocus is yours. Why don’t you stick to what you know and I’ll stick to what I know?”

Raul raised an eyebrow, and decided it wasn’t worth it to debate the issue with Leto. He couldn’t afford to be distracted, not like this. Leto saw Raul’s gaze move away, and once again made for the machine. The report of the shotgun was deafeningly loud – the slug grazed his torso.

“I won’t miss next time,” said Raul calmly.

Leto fell to the ground, just a yard and a half away from the machine. He was starting to bleed a little from his wound. He looked for Jordyn and began to pull himself to her.

“Hey,” he said, “’Ey, ‘Din.”

“I can’t believe you’re still calling me that,” said Jordyn.

Leto smiled in spite of himself. “It’s good to hear yer voice again, ‘Din.” He began crawling over to her.

“Where are we?” she said with a very mortal weariness.

“Dinnae ken as I can tell you ‘where’ in specific terms as such,” said Leto, grinning foolishly from ear to ear. Jordyn’s heavy sigh was audible.

“It’s good to hear you can still qualify your statements with novels even on death’s doorstep, Lazarus,” she said exasperatedly.

Leto clutched at the air around Jordyn’s outstretched hand, eventually grabbing it and grasping it firmly. His eyes widened: her hand was as cold as sin. Of course. Leto closed his eyes and swallowed hard. He tried to force back the tears.

He let go almost immediately. “What’s wrong?” she asked. Leto stood up slowly.

Raul was still concentrating heavily, his face was damp with perspiration. Leto's eyes opened, and he looked at Raul and the machine, observing the ardor of the latter and the determination of the former.

“Of cou’se,” breathed Leto. He closed his eyes again tightly, and reopened them. “You’re dead, Jordyn.”

“What?” said Jordyn sharply. She was not amused.

Leto was chuckling at the disingenuousness of it all. “Oh, those poor sods. Can’t tell a whiskey-sodden mem’ry from the real deal. Or maybe they can. Maybe it’s I who can’t.”

Raul was now staring at Leto, trying to comprehend what he was saying. Leto walked up to the machine, and Raul raised the shotgun, again. Leto didn’t touch the machine, but continued to stare at it, attempting to divine its purpose.

“Raul,” said Leto in a cold and calculated tone, “Lad. Tell me what ye can abo’t the level of poison in yer friend’s blood.”

Raul warily shifted his focus from Jordyn to Alice, scanning her being for the unwanted particles in her blood. A horrible sense of confusion overcame him. “It’s the same as your friend’s,” he breathed after a short pause.

“That’s what I thought,” Leto said with a hateful smirk, before looking to behold Raul in full, “What in the ‘ell are you, anyway?”

The black abyss began to surround the both of them, and the machine, which continued churning. Raul and Leto both looked at the machine.

“What is it doing, then?” said Raul, ignoring Leto’s question.

The coldness of the abyss clawed at Leto from all sides. He took a deep breath before he answered: “Manufacturin’ the illusion. Shoot it – right there.” Leto pointed at a stationary valve on the top and center of the machine.

Raul’s eyes narrowed as he glared at Leto. “How do I know this isn’t a trick?”

Leto shrugged. “Yer the super’ero.”

Raul touched the poison in Alice’s body, again. It continued to flow, ever unabated. He closed his eyes, pushed the perception out of his head. There was only the reality, that’s it. The poison level in her blood was as much a constant as those runes. Those inalterable runes.

Raul took a deep breath and shot the valve. It popped, steam gushing out of the machine, and the entire contraption began shaking violently. With a final wheeze, it ground to a halt, and Jordyn and Alice were both gone.
 
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