Chapter 14- Welcome to the abyss!
Wilson ran and ran, closely followed by the policemen led by the swordsman. He passed through the same alleys and corners the thief that killed his uncle had passed. His body soon grew numb and he could feel the effects of sleeping for a month. He was getting tired but persevered, running around the city. Just when he thought that he could as well give up, he noticed that the swordsman was no more behind him. He quickly snuck into a pile of rubbish stacked at a corner. He dug into it and noticed a roughly made tunnel that went as far as the eyes could see. Out of curiosity and fear of his pursuers, he crawled through the tunnel.He crawled for what seemed like hours. The farther he went, the longer the tunnel seemed to stretch. Just when he saw the tunnel coming to an end, he saw that the tunnel split to his right and to his left. He stopped to think. Which one should he take? It might be a diversion. Who dug this tunnels anyway and why isWilson looked around, confused. What was the abyss? As if his question was heard, the commentator spoke again, explaining everything to be known about the abyss.“Ladies and gentlemen, as tradition requires, every year, a hundred of this city’s most notorious criminals; murderers, robbers, hard-core gamblers, rapists and the likes will battle at the execution ground. The last man standing is proclaimed the winner and gets his freedom and a chance to be hired by a noble family. The rest of the fighters are returned to prison to fight another year……….if fate permits!”“If fate permits? What does that mean?” Wilson muttered to himself.“It means, if you are lucky to survive!” An old woman who looked very energetic answered him. She had suddenly appeared behind him. When? Wilson had no idea!“I don’t understand!” Wilson said, facing the old woman. She was taken ab
Wilson’s bright smile was very obvious and the commentator did not delay before giving his cooked up meaning for the viewers to gobble up.“It seems like the young rapist has finally gotten his bearings. Just look at that happy smile! It is obvious he delights in killing other people. He might be young but he is both skilled and experienced. You can easily deduce that from how he snapped that guy’s neck with a single punch. He truly deserves to be here alongside the worst criminals in the city…….. oh look, he has just sliced that one in half……OH MY GOD! ICAN”T BELIEVE WHAT IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW!!! WILSON IS KILLING THEM OFF LIKE FLIES……AND THE DEMONIC SMILE HAS NOT LEFT HIS FACE!!!”The commentator’s voice kept increasing in pitch as he excitedly commented on the gruesome scene ensuing.***********Slash* *Slash* *Slash* *Slash* *Slash* *Slash* *Slash*Wilson slashed on and
Wilson ran towards the group of seven and noticed that the old woman stopped after taking seven steps. Then another stopped two steps in front of her, then the next, then the next until it was only a young , ugly lady that was still moving. She leaped at him raising a small dagger above her head. Wilson raised his hands in a bid to hold hers but all he got was a kick to his face. He staggered backwards and the lady rushed at him swinging the dagger at his neck. Wilson barely dodged by roling backwards. She quickly swung the dagger at his neck again as he stood up but the hand holding the dagger was held by Wilson. Before she could do anything, Wilson squeezed her hand tightly making her drop the dagger as she winced in pain. Before she could think, Wilson had hit seven times with his fist, further disfiguring her hideous face. She cried out in pain as she staggered and fell. The noise sounded so painful, the spectators winced in pity. Before she could hit the floor, her head was rem
Wilson woke up in a very dark place. Very, very dark. He could not see a thing. He couldn’t even make out his own body even though he knew he was looking at it. He tried to shout but he could not make a single sound. He tried to listen but there was simply nothing to listen to. Absolutely soundless. He could not move his limbs even though he could feel them. The only thing he appeared to be able to move was his head but it made no difference. He began to wonder where he was.‘Is this supposed to be some pathway to hell? I AM dead, right?’ He was questioning himself. He had no evidence that he was on his way to the land of condemned souls or that he was moving except that he had the feeling that he was. Just a feeling! No solid proof.“Wait a minute! Why am I being moved to hell? Don’t I at least deserve heaven? Hey…..hey……anybody? Why am I not in heaven. I haven’t done anything particularly wrong!” He shouted half expecting an answer. “Wait a minute!.....
For the next few weeks, Wilson stayed in his room recuperating and getting back in shape. The beauty that was terrified of him provided him his meals and watched over him while the oldies in the other room observed him quietly.After weeks of watching from afar, they all decided to send the youngest of them to visit Wilson and convince him to join in their battle against the despicable nobles.Wilson was having his nap when the old man walked in. He looked at the young girl sitting at the farthest corner of the room. She was still terrified of Wilson and dared not leave without his permission. She looked up at the visitor when he entered and was delighted when he signalled for her to leave. Immediately, she dashed out of the room.Wilson was annoyed when he was rudely awakened. Which imbecile dared to wake him up from his nap and so rudely? Was it that girl? Doesn't she learn her lessons? The old man kicked his bed roughly. Asking for a beating, uh? The
Wilson ran directly into the forest. He ran non-stop for about half an hour. But Wilson could feel something was wrong. He just couldn't put his finger on it. What was it that kept eating at him? He could not tell. He slid to a stop and tried to figure it out. He couldn't, so he continued running trying to reach the end of the forest and return to the wooden house before dusk. He didn't like obeying the old man but was afraid of what he might do to him if he dared to disobey. Old and bent men like him were usually sick in the head. They could attack for the most petty reasons.Soon enough, he stopped. There didn't seem to be a river in sight. He realized that he did not know the forest. He barely left the cabin anyway. He might very well have gone the wrong way. He looked back and tried to remember where he passed but that was a futile endeavour. He was not paying attention and could not remember his way back. He was hopelessly lost in the woods.*************In the
Wilson shouted at the horned-monkeys for the umpteenth time. He was furious and the monkeys seemed not to care, but continued to bounce on the tree branches and chattered noisily, obviously mocking him. His instincts were trying to tell him something but he was to upset to think clearly.As he prepared to try his luck again, a loud voice stopped him."You must be like the stupidest person on Earth! Do you think you can outsmart one of the smartest beast species to ever exist by letting your anger cloud your sense of judgement?"Wilson looked at the owner of the voice but said nothing and looked back at the horned-monkeys again. He watched their movements for a while before he turned back to respond to the young lady. She was already gone.'How did I not hear her leave?' He thought to himself.'Perhaps I am truly letting my anger cloud my senses.'He took in a deep breath and looked back at the monkeys and observed how the branches place them in ways tha
Two weeks after the monkey incident, Wilson was in a haggard carriage pulled by a horse and camel hybrid. A combination of fast and weather-enduring. He sat in the carriage looking out through the see-through curtain at the snow-filled plains. He sighed deeply, lost in thought. He reminisced on what had happened the past week after he had meticulously escaped from the clutches of death at the hands of those cunning, super strong, multicolored, horned monkeys.After running for hours, he stumbled on a thick bunch of interlocked vines that were seemingly warning him not to take a step further. Of course, he did not listen. He ran on, past the Vines and some thick evergreen trees until he got to a clearing that looked both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time."Where have I seen this before?" He asked himself aloud."I don't know, do you?" A voice suddenly said behind him, startling him. He turned around at an inhumane speed and shouted at the voice owner."Why
Colt woke up and sat up."What.... I'm awake, ain't I?" He asked himself. He was sure he was awake. Were his eyes still closed? Or why was everywhere still black? He tried to open his eyes for several minutes. "My eyes!" He jumped to his feet. Or at least tried. As soon as he moved , he hit his head hard against something. He raised his hand to touch. It felt like concrete."Div? Platoon! China? Hey! What the f*ck are you trying to pull?" He yelled. His voice echoed back to him. He touched his eyes. They were open. Why was everywhere still dark?He panicked."Hello! Anyone? Where am I? Dad? China, I bet that is you. Come on, we can talk about this. The bomb thing was just a joke. I wouldn't actually try to blow up my friend." He tried to persuade. He crawled forward as he spoke."Chan!" He changed tactics and yelled. "I'm talking to you. Answer me. Chan! Chan!"**************Wilson woke up, feeling groggy. Like most other times, it took him some ti
Wilson weaved through the thin blades of ice, like a veteran surfer through the water waves. He stretched his hand like before to grab the furious twin by the head just like he did with his brother. He had developed a liking for grabbing his opponents by the face. His fingers were only centimeters away from securing a firm grip when suddenly he felt a change in the air pressure, or was it temperature, behind him. It was hard to explain if he tried. All he knew was someone was now there. He abruptly pulled his hand back, ducked his head and awkwardly rolled to the side as quickly as he could, barely escaping a fatal knife stab to his jugular."Tsk!" It was Colt who clicked his tongue and retreated. He left Wilson and went straight for Fawn who was by now, utterly exhausted from fighting two people at once. She was bleeding from her arms and thighs and various other cuts to her torso. Her clothes were in tatters. Wilson glanced at Dash and was surprised to see him holding out bett
"Sh*t! Zek is dead!" A voice spoke from within the smoke. It sounded muffled as if something was blocking the free passage of sound."F*ck! They discovered us. Rush in and kill them. The girl is mine." A female voice ordered from within the smoke. The third sentence made Fawn chuckle. That was Diva alright.Few seconds later, the swirling smoke of poison rippled."F*ck! Wind dude already joined them.""Just jump through, you idiot." The lady ordered again.Wilson did not wait for them to approach though. The team was still outnumbered, so in a bid to try and even the playing field before it could devolve into total chaos, he stepped forward and grabbed an idiot and forcefully pulled him in before the victim could react. Jim instantly three wind blades at him while Dash dashed towards him and stabbed him as quickly and in as many vital points as possible. The victim was dead before he could even make an impact."Minus two!" Wilson called out."Remainder se
China yelled in frustration as he once again ran straight towards Jim. He had tried to send his near invisible poison towards Jim and the team over and over again but this dastardly Jim, who looked like a mock version of a businessman and never stopped talking, somehow managed to stop the spread of the poison. And what's more, he could not catch up to him either because he was way too fast for him, constantly waiting for him to close half the distance between them before boosting himself with his wind ability and running to the farthest corner again.As China neared Jim once more, Jim leaned slightly forward. His suit jacket fluttered a little. A sure sign of him harnessing his ability once again.China felt the slight sting at the back of his neck increase till his head started buzzing. A warning sign from Colt. As soon as he saw Jim blur out of sight, he immediately sprayed out his poison out of every pore of his body. A thick cloud of smoke instantly filled a meter radius
Noise abound at the Boneyard Arena in Bones Street in Tiger City, as the crowd of spectators cheered. Several teams had already duelled it out since morning and it was not only at this arena but in every other properly accounted for arena in Bones Street, Brawl Street, the seven Major Streets and even Horr's underground wrestling platforms.Never before had the officials of Tiger City paid attention to the wrestling competitions but now that they were planning to join in, they were more than willing to make their first intra city competition as memorable as possible. The competition hadn't even started properly, as that will only begin after the top 64 had been selected and broadcasted to the entire city. Even then, the preliminaries was already bumbling. Every body - individuals, gangs, organisations and even military schools - who dreamt of fame, recognition, money or just wanted to improve their skills, gathered a team of five at minimum and registered to take part in it. Qua
"Wilson! Wilson! Wilson, can you hear me?" Danny called. Wilson turned his head to look at him.Everyone thought he had a good reason for pulling attention towards him. They should have known better."You stink! Can you tone it down?"Dash and Gene Chang immediately scurried away from his side. This idiot seemed to like playing with death. It was best to stay away to avoid collateral damage. But Wilson did not attack. Instead, thin red smoke-like fumes, that Charlie, the instructor and Gene Chang had noticed emanating from him, reduced."Wilson." Charlie called. "Can you control it? You simply have to continue your thought process but slowly push it towards the direction you want it to go."Wilson nodded. For about a minute, nothing happened. Dash opened his mouth and spoke in a whisper, not wanting to break Wilson's thought process."He's taking longer than expected.""Yeah! It's not unexpected. High quality means high requirements." The instructor said.
Wilson was short of words for a long time after his mother completed the story. He quietly hugged her. Everything she had done, no matter how selfish, she had done to protect him and cure him from the curse."Thank you mom. You are the best mom I could ever ask for."Silvia smiled and sniffled. Charlie glanced at them from his lying position on the grass and sighed. They were still not done. Come on. They were only separated for about a year or so. What was there to catch up on for so long.'They are hugging again.' He grumbled under his breath. 'I should download some offline games in case of another time. Uh! I'm so bored. Finish up, man.'He dared not say it out loud though. He was not stupid. A woman who had access to spatial magi-tech and could exonerate his father's name from the long list of deceased traitors was definitely not simple. She even had connections in Tiger City itself. He wasn't stupid enough to test her patience after a long awaited reunion
Before Wolfe died, he had an illicit affair with his childhood sweetheart, Charlotte. While Wolfe was legally married and in love, it was all for the public's eyes. After all, he was a public figure and he cared a lot about how people viewed him. Maybe a little too much. If he hadn't, he probably would have married Charlotte instead.Charlotte was heavily pregnant when Wolfe jumped into the those outer worlders' ship. The knowledge made Wolfe's real wife, Monica feel betrayed. The invasion and resistance continued for a while and after some time, Monica and Charlotte met in a makeshift underground bunker while escaping for their lives. They got into a stupid fight with each other and insulted and cursed at each other. But Monica was quickly overwhelmed, she burst into tears and in a fit of rage and frustration, grabbed the bare soil beneath her and glared at Charlotte."Wolfe deceived me. He used me to boost his career. And while I suffered every night, he spent them in bed
"Some couple centuries or back, before the first invasion, your great great grandfather, I think it's two greats, was a well known modified fighter. He had the strength and grit. He was very popular for his sportsmanship and showmanship. When the aliens first struck earth, he was in the middle of the biggest fight of his career against a fellow fighter named Boxer. Boxer is the ancestor of the royal family. Grandpa Wolfe was the first person to deal a fatal blow to the alien ship. Of course, that's not what the history books say. Apparently, to further bolster their image in the eyes of the citizens of the kingdom, the historical records were altered, but the royal family and certain important families know the truth. That's why Tiger City was given its independence in the first place. As a tribute to our ancestor and to maintain a good relationship with us."Wilson blinked. He understood most of that. As usual, his observant mom noticed."We will go into details about that