Lockeroom's Pandemonium

Chapter Twenty one: I love games, but I disobey rules

With a mutter of cuss and grunt, Silver Cassano slashed his whip towards the man who was about to attack him with the bullet of his guns—Lukas. Clone or not, the man is about to kill him.

The burning whip he was holding traveled swiftly in the air. Sooner, the whip hit the man's shoulder and crossed smoothly towards the chest, until to the opposite side of his pelvis. Lukas’ face was carved in horror as he realize that his upper body was slowly sliding, divided, meeting his unpredicted death.

“Let me just hope you are a clone,” he said.

He then jumped. Sooner, from the place where he was standing awhile, is now covered with smoke and dust from a big explosion. He then heard a screaming woman.

As he twisted his body while in the mid-air, he saw Aunt Mathilda rocketing towards her, holding a giant black fan she was about to smash towards him.

This woman! he screamed in his mind.

He immediately moved his whip, and spinned it over his head. He commanded it to circle in his body, making a spiraling motion of fire and vines for protection.

However, the Aunt Mathilda was dedicated to attack him. As soon as she reached him, she immediately smashed the giant hand fan she was holding.

“Skill: Bubonic smash!”

A black circular wind formed at the center of the thin sheet of her hand fan. She then used the wind as a smashing force to attack Silver, causing an ear shattering explosion.

Silver was lucky that the spirals of his whip had kept him safe. He then retreated from the spiraling motion he was doing. He let his whip s***h its chaos to his side, causing a wave of fire travelling in the air, down to the ground, hitting other clones of different players.

Because both Aunt Mathilda and Silver had no skill to remain in the air for longer duration, both of them landed on the ground with a loud thump.

Aunt Mathilda then wasted no time as she suddenly dashed towards him.

She was too fast, too difficult to follow the moves.

“Skill: Shadow clone.”

However, if Aunt Mathilda had a lot of alas in her arsenal, Silver had it as well.

Before the Aunt Mathilda she was fighting smash her again with the giant fan, his body bursted in smoke of shadows.

Aunt Mathilda was surprised by the sudden skill that Silver had shown.

He then took Aunt Mathilda's fluster as an opportunity to cast another skill.

“Skill: Shadow step.”

With the smoke that distracted Aunt Mathilda, Silver took few quick, unnoticed steps going to her back.

As he did, he immediately rose his whip and activated another skill. This time, it was from the skill that his gloves is possessing.

“Hammer Smash.”

He felt his gloves releasing heat, warmer than the ember of fire god who was enveloping his arm. Sudden surge of waving strength thrilled his muscles as he did the smashing of his weapon. It created a violent force, a huge exploding sound of the crumbling ground and the splattered flesh of Aunt Mathilda who unfortunately Received most of its force. Remnants of fire from his whip escaped and crawled to the ground, eating and swallowing other clones who were near as he did that dangerous attack.

He just hope he hadn't killed any of the real players. For if he do, he would be really disadvantaged.

As he landed, he stared at the body of Aunt Mathilda. It was just a clone, but it felt too real. The only remaining parts of her body was her spinal chord attached to her blood covered head with face half burnt because of the fire. It was gross. He wanted to puke.

But then three consecutive echoes of a firing gun had echoed in his ear. It was then when he realized three warm and painful something had buried in his left chest. Bullets.

Blood escaped through his mouth.

“s**t,” was what he muttered as he felt the blood flowing from his mouth, to his jaw, then to his chest and night vest. He held his painful chest, and crouched in the ground.

“You are the real Silver, eh, I bet I'm right.”

He then looked at the person who spoke. He saw a grim man, smirking at him, pointing the gun at his forehead.

“Ah, that skill was great. Fantastic,” said Lukas. “That skill can be only made by a player who knew well of his skills.”

Silver gripped the wound on his chest. It was too painful.

“That's why I know you're the real player,” continued the man of two long and powerful guns.

“If you know that I am, why are you trying to kill me?” asked Silver.

The grim man smiled. Wickedly.

“I like playing games, but I love disobeying rules.”

He heard the sound of the metal as the grim man readied pulling the trigger.

“And you see, man, I am curious too. This is a killing game but we are forbidden to kill. Such a funny rule.”

Silver's ears were filled with horrible sound of scream after scream as death continued pouring in the battle field.

“Now I wonder what would happen to me if I kill you?” he said, and pulled the trigger.