Lockeroom's Pandemonium

Chapter twenty nine: Withering is not a weakness

It has been with uncountable times already how the scene of Silver Cassano slowly rising from the pity of defeat has been seen.

Yet, it kept on coming to him. He kept kissing the ground, grasping his seemingly escaping breath, and slowly outwitting the rigors of death.

With his blurry vision, he saw three people standing in his front—plus a Gorgon. His breath was frantic, deep, for it has been a minute before his lungs could accept oxygen again.

It was a pitiful situation for him. Yohanna had helped her to regain his chance of living, while the others just had their time of their life killing and running the ruination with the whole game. It was as if the game was an opportunity or a platform of brutality—which is likely true.

The three player had started moving: they fought the Gorgon.

He, however, was a figure of a weak man, trying to fight for his own escaping life.

‘This is really pitiful,’ he thought.

A big explosion happened right at his front. He covered his hand at his face to protect it from debris of dusts and rocks that was swirling along with the explosion. His feet was too numb to move. His whole body still shock.

Then, he realized that in his front, was now a sea of lava. Red liquid-like rocks started to clash—as if a sea wave—near his feet. A drop of it was tasted by his shoes. It went down to his own flesh, causing her a sizzle of pain.

“A pester on the ground, eh?”

From above, he saw Lukas. His insulting grin was plastered on his face as one of his guns were releasing smoke from its nozzle.

“Silver! Are you alright?” asked Yohanna from above. He then nodded to assure her that he is fine.

“So now I’m the one you are copying, snake-headed, eh?”

Another Lukas was on the ground, holding two large guns similar with the one being held by the Gorgon Lukas floating in the sky.

Aunt Mathilda then, suddenly appeared from behind the Gorgon’s back. Holding her giant fan, she swung its edge, trying to target his neck.

But the Gorgon Lukas was also fast. As the edge of Aunt Mathilda's fan was about to touch his neck, he suddenly disappeared.

He then popped at Aunt Mathilda's back, ready to pull the trigger of his gun.

Yet, the real Lukas had made its own move as well.

“Skill: Laser B,” he casted.

White dusts had glittered in the sky, forming a tubular shape, creating direction from Lukas' gun, upwards, until where the Gorgon Lukas can be found.

Then it formed a beam of light, hoping to hit the Gorgon. It made loud and serious waves of howling sound, too heavy to take by the naked ears.

Silver had covered his ears because the sound was disturbing. It would be, if ever Lukas managed to do it right, an enough force to kill the Gorgon.

But he failed.

“What are you doing now, then, Lukas?”

As the Laser B skill had ceased, there stood a cold-looking woman only at single centimeters away of the path that the skill had taken. She was wearing again a sheep-like battle cloth as two orbs was floating in her palm.

A mimic of Yohanna.

Another Yohanna appeared at her back, clasping her hand, and forming a cloud of lightning and thunder from above.

As the lightning was about to strike, the Gorgon suddenly raised her hand. The falling thunder skill attack suddenly stopped mid-air, until it dissipated into nothingness.

“Uh-uh,” said the Gorgon Yohanna.

“The rule, remember? Do not kill your own self. Never kill a Yohanna if you are a Yohanna.”

Then the Gorgon Yohanna suddenly twisted her body, and made a loud-impacting kick.

“But I can attack and kill you, airheads!”

The sound of the Gorgon's kick to Yohanna was heard by Silver even if he’s a bit far from her. The kick had made her plunge to the ground, with a loud sound of impact along the chaotic rocks and boulders; with dusts and smoke circling along from the impact.

“Yohanna!” Silver’s fear surged his body. He was afraid on what would happen to Yohanna.

He started to move his body, walked, hurried, panicked, even if his muscles were still weak and numb.

Yet, for another second, his body turned frozen. He felt a cold thing touching his skin, at the back of his neck—a cold, dangerous metal that if by a single pulling off of the trigger, surely, he would immediately meet death.

“Where do you think you're going, poor man, eh?”

It was Lukas. But he knew he was the Gorgon.

‘Damn, this Gorgon was insanely powerful,’ he thought.

“You should not run, if I were you. You're still weak from the previous fight, eh, right?”

“What are you going to do with me, then?” he asked, trying to provoke the Gorgon.

The Gorgon Lukas' face suddenly changed.

“Oh well, I'll be taking you as my hostage,” answered the Gorgon with the use of his own voice—of Silver's voice. His face was similar of him as well.

Aunt Mathilda then attacked the Gorgon from Silver's front. She threw a black whirlwind, surging towards them.

‘s**t! Is she planning to kill me as well?’ he thought.

Before the whirl of wind could hit them, it suddenly disappeared.

“Ohhh, I don't think that attack would definitely kill me, Mrs. Pink Fat.”

Lukas then tried shooting hundreds of bullets towards them. But it all went out of force when the Gorgon at his back told, “Skill: Force Rejection,” with the use of Lukas' voice.

The boulders and rocks where Yohanna was forced to slump, suddenly bursted from a great force. The hiss of thunder started to sizzle in the air, as Yohanna revealed herself. Her eyes were beaming in bluish white light as her hand were widely opened, where two blue orbs are circling near her chest. A skill—she was preparing for a skill.

But when she looked at Silver and the Gorgon's direction, the light on her eyes immediately flashed dim. It was then when it started to be filled with fear and concern.

Then a lightning attacked her. She screamed, pain was obvious along with her voice.

“NO!” screamed Silver.

Yohanna was being burnt by the same kind of thunder she was wielding. Until she was unconscious. It was then, when she fell again from the sky, weak, eyes are heavily closed, down towards the ground where cluster of rocks was a mountain pile.

“I wouldn't take that girl as a model. Caring with other's wellness is a weakness, if only she knew,” she said with the use of Yohanna's voice.

Yet, Silver hadn't heard anything.

His face were blank, dark, plain and unexplained.

His mind was filled with one single group of thoughts.

‘Kill, revenge, escape, death.’

But how would he do it? His body was unable to move. He was being held hostage. He was too weak and powerless.

‘Kill, revenge, escape, death.’

The Gorgon was laughing with the use of Aunt Mathilda's voice. It was more irritating now that her voice was nearer at his ears.

‘Kill, revenge, escape, death.’

But this time, instead of an irritated face, Silver showed a smile. It was, however, not an ordinary one. Aunt Mathilda and Lukas saw how his smile turned demonic—as if his mind were filled nothing but of brutality and bloodshed. His bulging blank eyes gave creep toward the players who had the chance to look at it.

‘KILL, REVENGE, ESCAPE, DEATH!’

When Silver's body started to burst with fire, the Gorgon stopped her irritating laugh. Her face looked with confusion as her own self was being swallowed with fire.

Silver knew that the Gorgon tried to switch her features.

But for some reasons, he can't.

“Skill: Replay of the fire God's wither.”

From laugh, the Gorgon started to scream in pain and fear.

For she knew, she would die.

Or is she?