“Now ladies and gentlemen as a special treat, today we will have another Carnival Corpse!” cheered the announcer as if loving every word he spoke. Slowly one cage containing a young man with dirty blond hair was lowered onto the battle area floor.
“Now this young man is the whole reason why we’re all here today folks! The manipulative man that burned down and entire highschool, kids and faculty included! The one, the only, Sparrow!” several gasps were heard as the young man climbed out of his container.
“Him? He doesn’t look like much” one voice exclaimed in disbelief.
“Oh come now Dog, give the guy a chance. He had to have a good reason” explained another voice.
“Yeah he’s nuts!” chirped another voice.
“HEY!” suddenly all fell quiet as the young man with dirty blond hair spoke up. “Let’s just get this thing overwith, I don’t really enjoy fighting.”
“Don’t enjoy it?” one shocked voice gasped.
“Now I wasn’t expecting that” another voice explained.
“He’s got to be joking! How else could this ‘pacifist’ have managed to burn down an entire high school?” another voice, this one a bit of a loud mouthed one, screamed annoyed.
“Now now ladies and gentlemen, calm down. We haven’t even started yet” the announcer explained, trying to regain control of the situation.
“…” everyone quickly settled back down and the announcer continued.
“Now onto our next competitor, he’s the deadman with those savage claws, the one, the only, Falcon!” suddenly another cage, similar in appearance to the one that the young man had been in before, was quickly lowered onto the battle area floor. Inside it was that of a small child, well at first glance it looked like a small child. In actuality it was that of a small man, no taller than 3ft but clearly showed signed of aging.
“Is it time for me to fight again?” the small man asked? He had jet black hair that ran down to his shoulders. He was wearing a normal prisoner’s outfit though it seemed to be a bit big on him as the sleeves clearly were longer than his arms. The man hesitantly climbed out of his cage, only to stumble and fall on his face.
‘Poor guy’ the young man with the dirty blond hair thought as he watched the small get back up. ‘Maybe I can forfeit or something, save him-‘the young man’s thoughts were cut short as a sheering pain shot up in his shoulder. The young man quickly glanced to his left to see a large gash running the length of his entire upper arm!
“What the h-“
“Falcon Claw!” shouted the voice of the small man and out of nowhere another gash appeared on the young man’s body, this time his lower back!
“Gah!” the young man gasped in pain, gripping his chest as soon another slash and another gash appeared on the young man’s body causing him to fall to the ground in pain.
“What kind of fight is this?” one of the on lookers spat.
“Yes this does seem a bit one sided” another explained, expressing his annoyance.
“Hey Tamaki I thought you said this would be a great fight! Not some one-sided slaughter house” growled the angry voiced onlooker from before.
“Hey now I think it’s about to get. Look!” another voice replied, presumably Tamaki’s voice. It was true something was about to happen and this fight was about to be rebalanced! In fact deep inside the man his blood was beginning to boil over, sick of getting hit, sick of people laughing at him, sick of hearing those stupid on looker’s voices!
“ENOUGH!” screamed the young man. The young man got to one knee but another slash appeared on his leg, slicing up his pant leg as well as part of his lower leg. The young man continued to try and stand, even though he was losing more and more blood. Soon a small puddle of blood began to form underneath the young man, his skin grew exceptionally pale, in fact the man showed signs of almost total blood loss!
“Falcon-“
“SHUT UP!” the young man shouted, quickly whirling around and, to the surprise of everyone, grabbed the small man’s arm, stopping his onslaught dead in its tracks!
“Wha-“the small man could barely speak a word before the young man before him suddenly flashed a sadistic smile.
“Payback!” The young man exclaimed in an almost satanic tone of voice as he quickly flashed his other hand forward, grabbing the man by the neck and lifting him into the air. The young man looked at his attacker turned victim; his sleeves had become ripped and slashed up only to reveal that of the small man’s hands. His fingers were covered in blood, forming several long sickle like blades that the small man had used to create all those gashes.
“So these are the claws you used on me? Heh a nice weapon but a bit fragile, especially if I do this *snap* ” the young man quickly raised his leg and then with a mighty axe kick he snapped the small man’s arm in half, utterly crushing the man’s bone inside the arm.
“GAH!” the small man screamed in agony before the young man quickly drove the small man’s face into the ground, silencing him immediately! However this wasn’t the end as the young man did it again and again, slamming the small man’s head into the ground until it was nothing but a bloody pool on the floor.
“And that’s it. The former punching bag-“
“SHUT UP!” the young man screamed throwing the body of the small man at the loud speaker above him. The loud speaker quickly fell to the ground with a loud slam, however it still remained together, though the insides would beg to differ. The young man slowly walked forward, towards the loud speaker and placed a bent leg on the broken loud speaker.
“Now listen up you bastards! I better not see any of you sob’s in person or I’ll…” suddenly the young man passed out, leaving the audience speechless.
“Well I guess that wraps that up. Thank you all for watching. Umm…tune in next time for the next Carnival Corpse!” the announcer’s voice rang out from a second hidden speaker. Satisfied everyone quickly left and the cleanup crew entered to take care of the mess left by the battle.
…
Later in the cell of the young man, the young man had finally awoken. In fact he had just awoke in time to see the replay of the fight, however before the video broadcast was over the young man switch the television off.
“Hey why’d you do that? It was getting to the good part” an annoyed yet happy-go-lucky voice whined.
“Yeah they were about to show the part where I smash that fucker’s face into the ground” another voice, this one a wicked and sinister voice, laughed.
“Hey now, don’t patronize him. After all he’s been through a lot. Just look at all those bandages. He’s lucky just to be alive” explained a caring and loving voice.
“Yeah whatever” groaned the wicked voice before finally shutting up.
“Aw, I guess I’ll just go play with Mama then" the happy-go-lucky voice from before explained before finally fading away.
“…” the young man let out a small breath of air before the caring voice from before spoke up.
“Are you okay sweetie?” ask the caring voice from before.
“Yes I’m alright” the young man answered aloud.
“Are you sure? That was a bit of a bad fight you were in” the kind hearted voice explained, expressing her concern.
“I’ll be fine. Thanks for your concern, Mom”
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