[WARNING!: This chapter will include strong language and violence that may not be suitable for some readers. Viewer discretion is advised.]
Ken and the three other challengers were seen inside a large cube structure. There were multiple cameras stationed around the place.
"Huh?" One of the challengers inquired. He had brown long hair and a band aid on his forehead. "Is that a katana?!"
"What?" The other challenger inquired. This one had dyed white hair with a fade that showed his natural black hair underneath.
There were three weapons shattered around the building. A bat, katana and finally a knife.
Before the challengers could rush and get their hands on it an announcement was made.
"Hold up!" The voice of Peter said. "Before you guys go putting your nasty hands on those weapons, I'll give you a brief of the rules."
"Well, okay then," said other challenger. He had thick glasses with nasty jet-black hair.
Peter then began to brief them of the rules. "There are three weapons placed around the room. The bat is the weakest and the katana is the strongest."
"Also, inorder to exit this room, you must become the winner," said Peter. "Inorder to become the winner, you must either knock everyone here unconscious or kill everything. The choice is up to the unforeseen winner."
"That is all the rules that are set for you to follow, if you can even call them rules. They're more as tips," said Peter mockingly unseen speaker. "Now, go had and brutalize the losers!"
Hearing this, the challengers went into a frenzy. The one with the jet-black hair ran after the katana, while the one with the dyed white hair with for the weapon closest to him; the knife.
The guy with the glasses got his hands on the katana and the white haired man got his hands on the knife.
Left without a weapon, the one with long brown hair with for the bat; the weakest weapon.
But there was only three weapons and four. Their were a total of four people in the room and their are three weapons. That means one would have to go without a weapon. That person was Ken.
The guy with the bat looked over Ken, who was right at his left. Ken was seated on the floor with his eyes close. Was he unconscious or sleeping?
Taking advantage of this, the guy with the bat walked slowly towards Ken with the bat over his head.
"Wasn't this guy that was talking big?" The brown haired man asked. "That's ironic. He's the one that dies first!"
The man swinged the bat down at Ken with all his might.
At the moment the bat was going to land on Ken's head, he opened his eyes with a calm.
Before the bat could touch Ken's head, it was stopped. By what?
"What did..?" The long haired man asked. "How can you move that fast!?"
Ken was holding the bat in his right hand. He stared in the man's eyes and said, "Try that again and I'll make sure to make you suffer."
Ken clenched his hand, making veins pop out. Suddenly, cracks started to form into the bat and the top half broke off.
"Huh?" The man inquired to himself and the logic of the world.
Ken snatched the broken piece from the man and said, "Now piss off."
With that, he went back to his slumber. Or so that it was believed to be.
The brown haired man inquired to himself, "Who.. who is this guy?"
On the other side of the room, the black haired boy and white haired youth were in battle. If it could be called that.
The boy with the katana was waving the sword without a clear direction, while the one with knife was just pointing his weapon at the air infront of the kid.
"Dude, do you even know how to use a katana?" The white haired youth asked. "You look a fucking amateur!"
"What? Do you?" The black haired youth asked with tears following out of his eyes. "If you could use a katana, you could easily handle a knife. But you aren't doing anything with it, asshole!!"
"S-Shut u-up, you bastard!" The white haired youth stuttered. "You think you're better than me with that baby face and those tears in your eyes."
The guy with the katana then went to wipe the tears from his eyes. Seeing this, the guy with the knife smirked as he had saw a risky window to attack the kid.
"Go to hell, bastard!!!!!!!!" The guy shouted as he charged at the kid with his knife pointed towards him.
The kid eyes widen in far as the guy with knife charged at him. Suddenly, his eyes went up in his head.
"Oi," said a familiar voice. "I said I was going to kill everyone here, not you!"
It was Ken.
"Huh?" The guy with the knife asked.
Ken took the broken bat from his side and jabbed it emotionless upwards at the guys chin. The crack fragments pierced through the guys skin and blood began to run down the object.
"*Cough!*" The sliver haired guy stared to cough up blood. Hjs eyes turned bloodshot as he stared at the emotionless face of Ken.
The guy shook his head from side to side in denial and fear of his defeat and death.
Tears of blood began to exited his eyes as he said in a muffled and weak voice, "P-P-Please, d-don't ki-"
"Shut up, your breathe stinks," said Ken as he thrust the bat forward into the man's skull.
The man then stop moving entirely. He was die.
This was the first human Ken had kill. And how did he feel?
Did he felt sorry, anger, powerful? No. He felt nothing.
To him, it was like stepping on a ant accidently.
Ken took the object from out of the man's skull and let the man fall. The body hit the floor and began to bleed continuously.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" Seeing the dead body, the black haired kid with the katana had a metal break down.
These were the questions that ran through his mind as he screamed: "(Is he dead? Did that guy kill him? Am I in danger? Am I going die?)" Those were the questions that flooded his fragile mind.
Then he began to puke up all the remain substance in his gut.
A dark, dangerous and gloomy aura loomed over Ken's entire body.
"Hey kid, hand over that sword and I'll promise you.. I'll kill you whenever you want."
"Woah?" The kid inquired. He clutched the katana tightly in his hands as he said, "N-No!"
"Oh.." said Ken. He approached the kid with a menacing aura and said, "So you want to die first, right?"
"Huh?" The kid inquired.
"Well, fuck you. I'm killing you last," said Ken as he snatched the weapon away from the kid. "Thanks for the sword, loser."
The kid felt hopeless in the face of danger. He felt the presence of death infront of him. But he didn't want to die, yet it felt inevitable to him.
The only thing he could do was wait for his time to pass.
Ken walked away from the kid with the katana in hand. His next target was the long haired guy.
"Oh, here he comes," said Ken with an emotionless tone.
"You little shit!!" The brown haired guy shouted. He had found confidence after watching the white haired guy die and the black haired kid get threatened. It made him push forward.
"Hey..." Ken called. "Where do you think you're going?"
A red slash was then formed on the man's face.
"You made it look as if you were going to protect this kid, but after you killed me you would have to kill the kid, fucker," said Ken mercilessly. "So just log off in hell, loser."
The top of the man's head then fell off of his body. Blood started to gust out of the veins in his head as the body fell to the ground.
The kid watched as the man fell with lifeless eyes, Ken watched too but not with a face sorrow but nothing.
"Alright, kid," said Ken as he turned around. "I did promise that I'll kill you last, didn't I?"
Ken thrust the katana up the kids head and through his skull. Ken pulled upwards and ripped of the entire head off the kids body.
"This is my prize," said Ken emotionless, but then a smile came on his face as he laughed, "Muahahahaha!! Hahahahaaaa!"
With the face of a psycho, he said, "Let's get out of here and show them the true monster, kid."
The exit out of the room opened allowing him to leave.
When he exited, he tossed the head towards the crowd of seated audience, and said, "Does this satisfy your appetite, fuckers?"
Ken walked away and went to his dorm as a murderer.