1732 The Official Day Is Here!
"Die!!!"
A crazed expression flooded Ghost's face, waiting no time swinging his blade towards Death's neck.
Tome froze in this very second, as Ghost's thoughts grew more and more menacing the closer the blade was to reaching its aim.
'I can do it! I can do it! I'll kill the son of a b**ch before he--'
Ahhhh!!!!
Ghost screamed in horror, dropping to his knees while watching Death roll away in a knick of time before the blade descended.
What... What's happening?
Immense pain took a large portion of his brain, making it difficult for him to think.
Poufff~
Blood sprayed like a tap, causing Ghost to feel cold all over as his body descended on the snow without warning.
Never in his life had he gone through anything like this.
Where were the arrows that shot him? Can anyone explain why he received hits in his knees and palms, yet there was no arrow or hidden weapons in sight?
Sorcery?
Gahhhh!
Ghost couldn't believe he lost a finger from the invisible attack.
A heavy throbbing noise filled his ears, seeing as he didn't even hear the sounds of his men falling from the trees like flies.
Forcing himself to turn his head and face Death, Ghost only hated the organization for not being very prepared even though they bloody well cheated.
"You... what... no...How did you do it?"
Death chuckled, releasing a tired sigh as he too lay close to Ghost.
"It's not me... in fact, it's not any of my master's men. As for who did it, you'll know soon enough. Don't worry, I'll be sure to visit you when you get there."
Almost immediately, the faint sounds of strangers emerged from all corners like daisies.
"Move! Move! Move!"
"Team Wolverine to Control Tower. Left zone secured. 10 spotted fleeing Northwest. Over."
[Copy that Team Wolverine. Team Storm will be ready for them. Over.]
….
What in the-
Where did these people come from?
Ghost almost couldn't believe his hazy vision, feeling several people gathering around him, some with strange medical supplies and others body tying him up.
As for Death, he was given the friendly treatment, and allowed to wall as he pleased, though he was also supported for medical procedures.
Death chose to lay on the stretchers raising 2 fingers in deuces to Ghost.
'I bet your master and organization didn't see this coming, right?'
'...'
Ghost only felt like puking more blood unwillingly, when thinking of how close he was to finishing Death.
"Dammit! Dammit! You damn cheater! You broke the rules! This was a fight to the death! You, you--"
Puoff!
More blood flew out from the crazed Ghost's mouth.
"That's enough talking out of you. Don't interrupt me when I'm doing my treatments, or else... Heh-heh-heh!!"
The medic laughed wickedly, very angered by this idiot who kept undoing the job he did so far.
Ghost didn't know it now, but the military doctor treating him was known to many as Doctor Pain.
He was a no-bullshit doctor who didn't care about giving you the nice treatment with some lollipop at the end.
Well, it made sense since he was mostly assigned to treating criminals.
With these criminals, you had to be tough with them or else they would make them 50 times more difficult.
Don't think he started out being Doctor Pain.
.
In the past, he too was bubbly with them.
But every time he did so, they would easily break needles in their bodies, but his hands with all their might proved very tough and arrogant with him.
Understand this.
These prisoners needed a tough person to also subdue them.
In today's world, the strong are more valued and respected by the masses.
So the more quirkier and arrogant their enemy was, the more they too felt their worth in it all.
That is why, even if the military doctors were secretly kind to these people, they couldn't show it on the surface.
They must remain equally rude to not only put these prisoners in place but also give them a sense of worth too.
It was strange but it worked.
Just look at how obedient Ghost had become when Doctor Pain stared at him with menacing eyes like the devil's.
To Ghost, it was the treats that left him humbled.
"Look here. You're in my hands now. I can make your bones turn to jelly with this simple formula in my hands. Believe me, when I turn you into nothing, all your glorious martial arts will be lost forever... You will be nothing... a simple drop of water in the ocean. Even a beggar on the test will have more strength than you."
"_"
Well, Ghost felt he should be obedient to live and fight another day.
He preferred immediate death or other forms of torture he was most used to.
If the enemy wanted to pluck his eyes out or even his tongue, at least he would still have his limbs and strength and could rely on his hearing in the martial arts world.
Fine.
If they took his limbs, they wouldn't take all at once, menacing he would still have a chance of fleeing and escaping.
But what was this strange form of torture he was hearing?
If the strange potion could make his body and bones turn into jelly, scientifically, there was no way he would have the strength to flee.
It was a matter that terrified him greatly.
No way!
(!0!)
.
Ghost almost sweated buckets from the thought alone.
For a person who has practiced from the ripe age of 7 till now, crippling him in all areas was the heaviest form of punishment he could ever face.
Ghost knew that if he couldn't escape he would have to find a way to kill himself, not wanting to become a future liability to his master and the cause.
For now, despite his grumbling about the TOEP, he knew it was only a matter of time before he got rescued.
So why not try to hold on tight with a majority of his strength with him?
Seeing these people, he knew they were from Baymard.
Hell, they might not even torture him, is what he was thinking.
They might use such special potions to weaken him so much that he wouldn't have the strength to flee.
This was what Ghost feared the most right now.
So when threatened with the mysterious potion, he calmed down, while watching the doctor put the strange vial away and continued treatment.
Ghost only felt it was pitiful he was captured now as the Grand plan was still underway and needed his help to make it happen.
Remember... his master Sebastien is to become Arcadina's monarch before the deadline in summer ends.
That is the organization's plan.
He, Ghost, was to play a key role in assisting the young master.
But now that he lost, he could only pray his second and third in command beside Sebastien wouldn't disappoint him.
Ghost's eyes flashed with hate, wishing he had a way of warning them about the strange weapons Baymard had.
Yes!
It was all a lie!
They had been lied to!
.
Boom!
This realization made Ghost's face turn pale.
Baymard itself should be very strong, with a Shaman that creates mysterious attacks like the one he faced just now.
There was no way Ghost wouldn't leave it to be the work of ordinary human hands.
Don't rush to deny things so fast.
Ghost has seen a fair share of mysterious things in this world that were purely magical.
During a visit to Tenola, he once fought a witch who could control metal with her mind. She made his arrow stop mid-air and turn directions towards him.
In this world, there are those with unimaginable powers, so it wouldn't be far-fetched to say these Baymardians had a powerful Shaman who plunged their deadly attacks his way.
Yes...
This was probably the realm for his fall.
But how to tell his master and the organization?
'Escape. I must find a way to escape before reaching Baymardian prisons.'
Ghost concluded, not forgetting to give them the stink eye.
'mph! Just you all wait. Soon, I'll have my revenge. My master will come for me and so will the organization!'
[Baymardians]: (~_~)... whatever.
Eyeballs rolled when seeing his threatening gaze.
Do you think you're the first person to threaten them?
Everyone went about their jobs with no fear, while also keeping sedatives close by too.
Should Ghost try anything funny, they would put him to sleep so fast he wouldn't even know how it was done.
----
Like so, the battle between Death and Ghost was concluded.
Some people far away (Sebastian), laid back into their seats, confident the victory was theirs, while others (William), sat in his office anxiously awaiting the news from the battle site.
Was it all too late? Who won? Who died? Who survived?
All these questions could also be answered in the future.
However, a more interesting matter was taking place in Baymard!
Hahahahahaha~
Can you smell it? Can you smell the excitement in the air? Of course, you can!
After all, today was the day Cargo airplanes would officially fly!
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