[WARNING!: This chapter will include strong language and violence that may not be suitable for some readers. Viewer discretion is advised.]
"I'll beat that fucker."
A individual walks up a fleet of stairs. The atmosphere was dark and tense while this person continued up the stairs.
"I'll show you who is boss."
Eventually the dark scenery was invaded by dull fragments of light. Gradually, the stairs were overshadowed by light.
"I am the boss!" Ken exclaimed as he immerged from the staircase.
He exit the stair way, leading him to the bottom floor.
"Huh?" Ken inquired. "Did I even say anything?"
Chatter filled the aura, engulfing his ears with random topics that were incomprehensible.
"Ugh," scoffed Ken. "So damn noisy!"
He couldn't even hear himself as he spoke. He could only fill the vibration in his throat.
He let out a sigh of irritation and continued his journey. "*Sigh*"
All the people were seated, so there wasn't any crowd. The only people who were standing were four individuals on a stage infront of him.
"So these are the weebs I'm fighting?" Ken inquired to himself while speaking out loud. He scanned all their faces as he spoke.
Ezil suddenly materialized on the left side of Ken. "Mind you words, Ken," said Ezil with dull expression.
"Why? No one can even hear me. If I farted no one would even know," said Ken while walking towards the stage. "I can't even hear my damn self. It's so irritating!"
"And I don't like that you started to appear more frequently after I got my ass whooped by Ren," said Ken i a calm but irritated tone, while side-eyeing Ezil. "Are you disrespecting me, cause that is a bit disrespectful!!"
"Stop shouting dumbass. I didn't start to physically appearing to you because you lost a single fight. You've lost many fights in your short lifetime, and I wish it to be shorter," said Ezil mockingly.
"Shut up, pedophile," said Ken in irritated voice.
"Pedophile?" Ezil inquired. "It because I have told you a few secrets, that's why I am keeping a eye on you, physically."
"Physically?" Ken inquired. "First of all, why can I hear your voice clearly? And secondly, why do you need to supervise me physically, dumbass?"
"Think about it, Ken. Think about it, dumbass," said Ezil." I'm technically apart of you. Even though you can't hear yourself physically, you can hear yourself mentally. That's the same thing I am doing. No one else can hear me, except you, and other passerby Spectors and Vessels."
And lastly, most of the time you act as if I don't exist when I'm in your point of view," said Ezil.
"Hmmm?" Ken thought while finally taking the stairs up to the stage. "That does make sense. You make fair points!!!"
"Ugh," scoffed Ezil in annoyance.
Ken was now on stage, facing the sea of audience. With emotionless eyes he stared at every single person individually.
Their were five people on stage. The three were the competitors, one was the announcer, who was Peter, and lastly was Ken.
In total, their were five people on stage.
The announcer, Peter - A.K.A (Also Known As) Aba - stared soullessly at Ken, who was on stage. A creepy smile was then formed on his face.
"(What's that zesty freak doing here?)" Ken inquired in his head. "(I hate this creep!)"
"Alright! Let's begin the second phase of the tournament~!" Peter announced in the microphone he was holding. "But I need to make an announcement first so please quiet down~!"
All the seated audience suddenly went silent at his command.
"His cute," said someone who was seated.
"Thank you~. Now shush!" Peter said in the microphone.
Peter then begin his announcement. " All these fine fellas are up here for one reason and one reason only. It's because their worthless.."
The four challengers were then dumbfounded and taken aback by Peters words.
"Ehh?"
"What?!"
"Woah!?"
"Huh...?" Ken inquired in confusion. "(What is this bastard blabbering about!?)"
"To be more specific, their worthless to you, in your guys dictionary," said Peter to the audience. "Since the first phase we've gave you the chance to vote on other challengers and get a prize if that challenger wins and yours loses. Of course you couldn't of voted for own."
"We were originally going to pick four challengers with the most votes... and kill off the rest," said Peter coldly with a grin at the audience. "But we were hit with a predicament. Only seven survived the first phase. Three has outstanding votes and we believe we would have to pick the one with the most votes out of the four."
"We thought a challenger would at least have one other supporter... But we were wrong," said Peter. He raised his index to the sky and let it fall down aiming at the competitors. With a straight hand pointing at the four challengers, he said, "But these bastards had zero!! Hahahaha!!"
"They had none! In other words worthless! Hehe!" Peter exclaimed.
The crowd followed after Peter and laughed at the challengers faces with warm tears in their eyes.
"Hahaha!"
"Hahaha!"
"Haha!!"
It was overwhelming for them; the challengers. But it was mostly overwhelming for Ken.
Ken didn't felt like he was going to cry like the others, who he thought as wimps. He felt like he was going to die. He felt as if he was going to kill himself. No. He felt as if he was going to kill everyone including himself.
Peter - who was laughing his eyes out - started to walk around with the mic, point at the competitors faces and asking, "Do you have anything to say for your worthless selfs? Pfft!"
Whenever he went to one of the competitors, only thing that was broadcasted to the audience was tears of embarrassment and shame.
"Haha! Do you hear this loser crying?!" Peter said while pointing his finger at the first challenger.
Eventually he reached Ken.
Ken was gritting his teeth and clenching his arm as hard as he could. His whole being was stiff to the bone.
"Do you have anything-?" Peter was then cut off by Ken.
Ken was looking Peter straight in his eye, which were glowing red. A dangerous aura surrounded him as he said, "Take that shit out of my face, pussy."
"Ummm..?" Peter stuttered, finding it hard to get the words out of his mouth with his whole body covered in fear.
"Matter of fact, give me that fuckin mic. Imma give this assholes a piece of mind!" Ken grabbed the microphone from out of Peters hands and walked to the edge of the stage.
He lifted the microphone to his lips as while as his finger.
He showed the crowd a middle finger as he said, "Fuck you all!"
The crowd was astonished by Ken's fearless and boldness.
"What did he say?" Sean inquired while being seated.
"I knew he was a badass," said Maki.
"Do you think I give a fuck about you guys?!" Ken inquired while screaming in the microphone. "You know what?"
"When I'm done with this stupid tournament, I promise you all. I'll kill every fucker that sat here today.." said Ken menacingly. "I don't care if it takes me a year, every here is dead meat!"
"Is that a threat?!" One of the audience asked.
Ken clenched his hand tightly at the persons inquiry.
He shouted, "It.. fuckin.. IS!!" Ken tossed the microphone in his hands at the person that inquired.
It hit the lady on her forehead and she started to cry out in pain. "Ahh!"
"Did he just hit a lady?" A person asked.
"Yes I did, assholes!" Ken said in a enraged voice.
"I'll remember this, you bastard!!" The lady yelled.
"And I'll remember you too.. pussy," said Ken as he turned his back to the audience.
"My mic~..." whimpered Peter.
Ken walked to a door that was at the back of the stage.
"Fuck this," said Ken as he repeated pressed a blue button on the side of the door.
The door immediately opened and Ken entered.
"What's up with that guy?" One of the challengers inquired.
One of the challengers answered by saying, with tears in his eyes, "*Sniff* I don't know."
Every word that Ken had uttered out of his mouth, he meant it at the bottom of his heart. He had indeed planned to kill every Gem and person that came here and laughed in his face.
It was his arc of revenge.
That is how much his pride meant to him.
And the first person that he planned to kill was obvious... Ren.
But he had to kill three others before he could kill Ren or maybe four. He did meant it when he said he was going to 'kill everyone that sat here today.' And that threat wasn't pointed only at the people that sat, he also meant stand.
Everyone was going to die.
"(Ren!!!)" Ken shouted in his mind. "(I'm going to kill you!!!!)"