Assault Game!

A Cadaver and Alexia's Turn

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The man couldn't be more dead. Only the whites of his eyes could be seen— spoking a daring glare. His body had turned cold already, this was to be expected, as more or less 3 liters of blood had sprayed out of his neck.

Kiragi knelt beside the man. A sensation of trepidation washed over him. He would've died any second there...

“Honestly. This isn't a VR game. there are just real killers on the run.”

The man would've been matched with his dad in terms of looks— but that was just the bits of memories he had of his lean dad.

‘T-there was a time he donned huge sweatshirts on a cold winter evening. His voice... was glossy in Kiragi's memories now, but he could never forget the smile his Father always wore.

‘Maybe I'll talk to him when I make it back. Mommy too’

The man's corpse wasn't stiff yet, he did die recently. However, Kiragi picked up something from the body. A feeling he got, as if his task wasn't done.

That he was forgetting the most important part.

*WOOLF*

Thick shades from the trees and sounds of creeping insects accompanied Kiragi. Tis night.

Just as the wolf howls, men shall prey.

Innocent people were going to die this night. Guilty people would commence m******e. And he had to hurry because there won't be enough prey to go round.

He wore his mask.

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——— ALEXIA POV ———

*WHOOOLLF!!*

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A shiver passes softly down my spine. It was dark, but because of the gleaming moon— no, there are three moons here— the windering trees and bushes could be seen.

But the cold light of the moons would only increase the eerieness of the night.

“Paddle, Paddle, Paddle my own canoe...

I have no body to comfort my tears, so I'll paddle my own canoe.”

I wrap myself inside the mini tent I bought from whatever it was called. Although it wasn't comfortable, it sure as hell was the only other perfect choice.

I had it prepared next to nowhere so I can confess that there are no hiding spots or camouflage to it. Just a small black tent in the middle of nowhere.

“According to psychological facts, the mind is always kept half-awake whenever one sleeps in an unfamiliar environment. I pray this should help out.

I'll be fine. I'll be fine”

But I can't sleep, even after an hour and minutes. My eyes are glossy, but the violent beats of my heart were loud enough to jerk me awake.

“Momma, do forgive me. The gods, please forgive me.”

If there's a heaven out there. At least I want to be clean [if] when I go there.

“I-I know I've sinned. Am sorry fo-for every wrong I've done to you, and everyone else? And I beg for forgiveness.”

I honestly knelt to pray. Tears and snorts fall freely.

But only my heart knew what it told me, ‘So you pray now? When everything looks red to try to be holy? You can't be saved. You'll die!’

“Please take me away from here. Let me not be killed! free me, free me!! KIA!!”

A sudden rush of adrenaline jerks me awake. I heard shuffling right outside my tent. Am sure of it.

With that, I didn't think it would be wise to remain huddled in my tent. It was auspicious enough, there was no need of thinking that it'll be hidden.

At the last minute, I grab the knife Dorian gave us, just for assurance.

“Who's there!!”

The next instant I blame myself for that slip-off. It looks in every way like those classy horror movies.

‘I am scared okay?’

“Hehe. Nearly four hours passed from the start of my tag and tail, to now.

And calculating the distance covered with my gadget, 90 miles...

The velocity of a normal walking adult is 4 miles per hour, 2.5mph for ladies then. Given your sprint, I'll say you encompassed 4 miles per hour, so your velocity in these last fours hours, neglecting rest and when you went to potty 50 miles.

After 4×60×60 seconds of following your trail, I've finally had my reward.”

Instinctively, I asked, “You want to kill me?”

“No! I was wanting to experiment with some Newtonian physics with you”

‘Really!?’

“Of course, I want to kill you. Isn't that a given?”

“Why!?”

The man did not answer. He rather crunched low before sprinting to me, with that, he covered the short distance between the both of us.

“HELP! HELP ME!! ANYONE—”

No one answered back. The man was deadly fast on his feet. I just had the time to set my eyes around the mild darkness before he reached feet or two away from me.

*CRANNN!*

That was me putting my all with a sneak attack. Unfortunately, he seemed to have expected I would use my knife to thwart him off. The military knife was plunged way off, I wouldn't be able to reach it, thanks to his fast reflexes. He kneeled me as if passing his legs through my abdomen. The pain and nausea rocking my stomach made me tear up. But the man did not stop, he hit me again, and again and even came for me as I slid pitifully to the ground. Somehow the soil had become muddy. Whether it was wetted because of my tears, blood, sweat... Or saliva and urine I let out during this short moment. It was my body fluid though, and I was surprised I could still feel ashamed regardless of the precarious situation I was in.

The man swiftly walked forward, then stopped abruptly. He stared at me as if he expected something. Or rather, like us he followed a script where something was supposed to happen now.

“Amazing, it's a marvel why your body can still hold on till now. Could it be that I didn't do enough work? Might be true, since ‘Work’ is force × distance, and you've only moved a few feet off. This is stressful. But I can swear I put a lot of effort though.”

I decided to stay silent as he bemoaned his life, I creep slowly to the place I believed my knife fell. It was dark, but if I was close to it, I might still see a gleam.

“Alright, where did you think you're going!?” The man dragged me back with my legs.

“Why are you doing this? Why must you kill!?”

Contrary to my expectations, he shook his head. “You should understand that killing pushes you a rank higher in whatever novel game they want us to play. And at the same time making us more powerful and giving us the freedom and authority we desire.

But that's not what I followed you for, you see...”

“I don't have anything.!” I shout on impulse.

“Brilliant reaction. Ample white skin, ahh! Those beads of sweat trickling down your chest, downward motion, following the force of gravity, downward... How could I not want ”

I see his eyes stare at me, but he was in a daze. That look was of someone who had delved deep into his fantasies.

“I awaken my ability at the early start of the second competition and do you know how I felt? How do I still feel? It's l-like the world has opened a new door to me... Things tha-t I read, could become reality!!”

“I down know physics!” I wasn't laughing when I said that.

“Ahh! If you want to live, you have only one choice. Become my hare— slave. Don't worry, I'll treat you well. I don't plan on killing anyone, as long as they are women...”

So he's just a horny shut-in finally holding on to a hypnosis toy. He could kill me easily if he wanted now, but it seems he had only thought of surrounding himself with women. That might be an idle way to live. Since there were no rules or laws here to find us. Anyone with power can do anything.

It wasn't bad to bend the knee. He's strong and would grow much stronger. I should just give myself to him, let him use my body as he pleases. Then grant me safety.

“YOU WISH!!”

‘I hate your type of people. Greed and lust in their eyes. In the end, you'll turn into the monsters in your head.

“What did you say!?” The 30— something-year-old man look incensed.

“I feel revulsion your kind. You have powers, so what? Am not a saint, neither am I talking about flaunting your abilities without care for the masses.

I hate, I hate how your eyes look at me. Am I a slut? Can you afford a piece of me!” I was angry.

He was angered!

“f**k you! Slut! Cheap slut!” He lost it and shouted at the top of his lungs. He then furiously kicked me with enough force to jerk me more than 5 feet away.

“I—I’ll show you what r-real strength is?” He clasped his hands firmly together, before unleashing his ability!!

And his ability was, really a spectacle. Wings grew on both his left and right sides. Four pairs of wings, two on both sides.

The lower ones were smaller but were blood red. While the upper ones were pure white. Giving him the look of an angle-demon mix.

“Speed unparallel on the earth. Over the skies, there's no like me.”

/Unchained Humilis Angel/

What happened was problematic to describe. Needless to say, I was crushed, both my shirt and body were littered with gaping holes. His skill didn't only let him fly but also granted him speed and the terrifying ability to shoot out feathers from his wings.

Feathers that were sharper than blades.

Worse... They were of different kinds, sharp, light, ones shaped like arrows, daggers and, shurikens.