Lockeroom's Pandemonium

Chapter Twenty: Cloud Glaciers

Yohanna Caster—the real one—held her Aries' wand tightly while she hid herself in the corner most part of the battle stage, beside a gigantic pillar.

She can see the brutality of the game.

She knew herself that she was the real Yohanna. The real player that was accidentally included in this peculiar ‘special' game.

She doesn't even know why she was included here. All she knew is that she was just sitting beside a giant tree, waiting for Leandro to come back and get her, when a burning Harpy suddenly fell from the sky. Then she met Silver. Then she saw the clown. Then the pink dressed woman and the grim man. Then everything happened in a snap. She was now a player to a game she knew she would be very disadvantaged.

One woman came rushing towards her, screaming fear and help—it was her. A Yohanna. A clown of her.

Then, blood splattered in her face—in real Yohanna's face.

She screamed in horror. The woman who was running towards her were now headless. Her head slid out of her neck, rolling in the ground, face is in expression of disbelief and confusion.

The headless body kneeled at her front, trying to grab her hand. As if a damaged reservoir, blood fountained from her headless, horrible-looking head. It spitted from her tiny veins. It blew a massive amount of blood while hearing a hissing sound, as if a water running out from a faucet. The blood bathed Yohanna.

Yohanna wanted to scream louder, for she was now being covered with warm and sticky blood. Yet, another woman came rushing to her. This time, it wasn't a Yohanna's clone.

A big, slow-moving (yet of a bloodlust face) woman was about to attack her—Aunt Mathilda. She slashed the giant hand fan she was holding. Wave of sharp black lines emerged from its edges, rocketing towards her position. Yohanna knew that it was the same wave that severed the head of her own clone.

Yohanna immediately wielded her staff. She waved it in her front, making a sudden appearance of pink, fluffy cloud material.

The Aries' battle set had given her real a real advantage for fight and defense. She was clumsy and has no ability nor knowledge to fight in a hand to hand action. However, because of her battle set and its skills, she remained alive. At least for this attack.

Unsurprisingly, the Aunt Mathilda whom she had blocked the attack, was determined to kill her. She realized that the big woman was already above her, smiling, holding the giant black handfan weapon, ready to smash in her poor body.

Before it could land, Yohanna managed to jump and run. She escaped the earth-shattering pounding of the Aunt Mathilda's giant fan.

The wind from the pressure of Aunt Mathilda's attack had swept her, causing her clumsy self to stumble and kiss the ground for the second time this day.

With a worried look, she still took an opportunity to glance at the Aunt Mathilda who was fighting her. Her eyes bulged when she saw a cyclone of black wind rushing, coming in her direction. It was made by the giant fan of Aunt Mathilda.

Yohanna then flicked her staff. Pink cloud formation covered her body, forming an enclosed igloo. She managed to change the texture of the cloud. It hardened, concrete as stone, perfect for cover as the black wind swept and pass through her.

When she was certain that the wind had already passed, she decided to make an attack. It would be a seemingly endless battle if she would not attack; she had to, or her death would be the determining end this duel.

“Skill: Cloud Glacier,” she commanded. Her wand glowed in pink. The igloo that is covering her suddenly opened.

Then, formations of clouds started to emerge from the ground. These clouds however, were not soft nor fluffy. It was hardened—strong as hundred degreed negative ice formation. It erupted from the ground, too pink, forming huge shapes of glaciers with sharp, deadly tip.

The Aunt Mathilda she was fighting started to panic. She stepped back as the eruption of cloud glacier neared her. She was about to use her giant fan to cut the incoming glaciers, when one sharp cloud erupted exactly at where she is standing, causing her to miserably meet its sharp tip, and pierce her from her anus towards her head.

Yohanna saw how one of the formed pink glacier turned red, as the blood and meat of Aunt Mathilda grinded from its tip.

Yohanna just hoped it was just a clone of Aunt Mathilda. For if not, she would forever bring the guilt of being a killer even until her death.

She stood up.

Now what should I do? she asked herself.

She looked at the surrounding, and what she saw is pure horror. Bloodlust after bloodlust are in the battlefield. Killing after killing is what is happening.

Even seeing her clone being killed, she cannot hide the fact that she was being hurt by it—or feeling frightened. It was as if her real self is the one being killed, even not. It was as if those clones were connected with her.

And witnessing those kill after kill sonata in the iron dome, she cannot help herself but to cry.

She wanted to get out of here. Of this pandemonium.

Whoever made this game, and whoever picked her to be part of this game, she swore, she would do everything to find and ruin them, long as she can survive and continue to live. That seemed impossible for her, but she is determined.

Then a swooshing sound of a fast-moving fire had reverberated her ears.

She was alert that time, incredibly. Soon as she heard the sound of fire, she immediately casted a skill.

“Skill: cumulus body.”

She was lucky that she finished casting her skill right before a burning whip had slashed her body.

The whip passed through her, as if she was just a clump of cloud contained inside a woman's body. She felt no pain, nor the texture of the whip. It was one of her special skills. Yet, it can be used and activated only once.

Soon, Silver appeared in her front. She wasn't certain if he was the real Silver or just an impostor, yet she knew, by the look of his smirked smile and a stare that screamed intensity, this Silver intends to kill her as well.

She haven't had enough opportunity to know more of Silver: why he was here, what are his traits, or who was his partner.

But she questioned herself: is this the real Silver?

For by its look, she felt, it was totally his opposite.