"What's wrong? Why did you stop Romen?" asked James with a worried look.
Unfortunately, to his surprise, Romen was already out for the count, being defeated without a single scratch inflicted.
"He's dead. He wilingly wanted to kill me without hesitation, so I killed him, but what about you? Do you also want to kill me?" asked the boy, tilting his head with a clueless look.
"You son of a b*tch! I didn't want to use this weapon, but it appears I'll have to freaking kill you with it right now without further ado because you've already proven yourself to be quite a menace," replied James as he took the deal's weapon in his hand, which resembled a flame thrower.
The blue flames coming out of the weapon were as if water were being let loose from a dam, which quickly spread like wildfire.
With a satisfied grin, James began to laugh aloud, but as the smoke produced by the blue flames slowly dissipated, the boy was unimaginably still standing, with no evidence of ash or sparks all over his clothes.
It was as though an invincible shield shielded him from the blue flames. In a nutshell, he was fully unscathed, which was unsurprisingly not a favourable condition for James.
"Holy f*ck! What the hell are you? Are you not human?" shouted James in incredulity.
"I am human. Maybe!" replied the boy, looking lost.
"Human? My a*s! This is not a weapon for showcasing. The name of this weapon is Plancker, and it's capable of producing hot blue flames at a temperature of more than 10,000° F. So, you're indeed not human," said James with frustration as the tables turned against him.
"I see, I am not human then. Thanks for telling me, but it's time for you to die!" replied the boy grimly.
"Stay where you are. I'm warning you: don't come near me, or else I'll dismantle you after killing you to feed my hounds," said James threateningly.
"Great! I also love pet hounds. They must be ravenous. Can you please die so that I can feed and pat them?" asked the boy politely.
As the boy was talking, he was ignorant and didn't notice the dead body of Romen get behind him. Romen's dead body unexpectedly clasped the boy in his embrace, which made the boy look back with surprise.
"Take that, you maniac!" shrieked James with a triumphed look.
"Run away, James. I'll hold him back; this lad is nuts," said Argon as he came back to his senses.
"Thanks for the suggestion, but this b*tchy boy ain't planning on letting me off the hook that easily. If you want to survive, you should act like you're dead," replied James with an unsure look.
Thud!
James body flumped on the floor in a jiffy.
Not knowing what's going on, Argon was at sixes and sevens.
Despite the audible sounds of bones cracking, Argon stood up, casting aside his dubity while giving an intense look of denial, as he was not planning to lose to such a whimsy boy.
"Do you also wish to die?" asked the boy with a quelling look.
"No, I'll be taking you six feet under!" outcried Argon.
"Master Argon, don't!" shouted Larry in a shaky voice.
"You're still alive after taking that hulking blow. Did the circumstances elicit your true strength or something?" asked Argon in response to Larry.
"Well, I can't have too many 'bits' of emotional baggage from fear. Talk about a real 'byte' in the Larry-cy feelings department," replied Larry with a wink on his face.
"No comments," said Argon with a hopeless sigh.
"Who am I? Do you know my identity?" asked the boy, tilting his head in question at Argon.
"How the hell will I know you dumbass m*therfucker?" replied Argon, glancing sideways.
"Then what about you, Curry?" asked the boy, squizzing in Larry's direction.
"My name is not Curry. It's Larry!" replied Larry with annoyance.
"Now that's a better joke than yours!" said Argon, cackling heartily while adjusting his nearly broken hinged shoulder.
Eventually, Argon's laugh petered out, and there was an intense, suspenseful air hanging thick between them.
The three of them exchanged wary looks and waited observantly with bated breath due to the deciding factor of swiftness in who would strike fast and land a weighty blow to take the reins of victory.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Out of nowhere, three magical bullets were fired simultaneously at the boy's back that pierced through his chest and passed to his front, breaking the state of quietude with astonishment.
The boy at once fell to his knees, but there was no blood coming out. Though he felt immense pain spreading throughout his whole body, something within him numbed his perception of pain.
"Boss!"
"I assigned you to such an important mission, and yet you got your ass kicked by this nigga! When did you get so weak?" asked a black-skinned middle-aged man with an eye-catching height and a girthy build of muscles who could easily rip a hole in a mountain with his bare fist.
"Boss!? So this man is the legendary magic user Joker, who's the real mastermind behind Team Rocket's leader. He looks so cool!" thought Larry with an admiring face after taking a deep gulp of relief.
"It's not like that, boss Doug. I was about to smash his skull in, like cracking fireworks," said Argon without breaking eye contact.
"Bullshit! This nigga ain't dead even after taking three magical bullets of hydraulic pressure as if it's nothing, yet you're talking about smashing his f*king head in. I'd be damned nigga!" replied Doug with a confident smirk.
"Ah! You are that guy's dog, whom I killed a while ago. You're quite big, but not actually fluffy. Moreover, you still demand so much food despite not being cute either. I now understand the unfairness of the world," said the boy in a drab tone.
"I acknowledge that I am indeed very demanding, and for understanding that, I would love it if you would work for me from now on," replied Doug reservedly, extending out his right hand in the boy's direction for acceptance.
The boy scrambled to his feet, and with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulder, he turned around on the opposite side of Doug, completely ignoring him, and proceeded towards Argon.
"You bloody, insolent pig! You are in front of the great master, Doug, one of the best dark arts magus in the world. I'll end your life for disrespecting him, you filth," yelled Argon as he rushed towards the boy and grabbed hold of his kimono's eri steadfastly.
"Let go of him," Doug commanded Argon.
"But master, he has dared to disrespect you, and as a disciple of yours, I can't overlook such an insolence attitude shown towards you," replied Argon, clucking his tongue.
"Let's not rush things, Argon. In such situations, patience is the key, so listen to me and let go of the young man," advised Doug.
"As you wish," said Argon, releasing his unrelenting grip.
"That's more like it!" replied Doug, clapping his hands slowly.
"Now chop chop! What is it that you desire, kiddo?" asked Doug in a friendly way.
"Do you know who I am and what my name is?" replied the boy with an expectant look.
"Rounds of plaudits for you boy. Unfortunately, I'm not in the mood to joke with you. Do hurry up with your claim and leave like a good little boy," replied Doug in a solemn tone.
"You also don't know me. Maybe those girls were right after all—that I'll never be popular," said the boy with a gloomy look.
"Listen to me, boy, you really have to sort out your priorities, as I ain't tripping when I say girls always need something a little bigger and harder," replied Doug, making an unbelievable face.
"Is your one big and hard, then?" asked the boy, raising an inquisitive eyebrow.
"It's great that we are on the same page, but is it really?" asked Larry aloud, joining in curiously.
"Of course, my mind is certainly spacious and strong on a high emotional level," replied Doug, which made Larry's face go pale as he misunderstood the question.
Argon was snapping his fingers and was waiting for the signal to engage if the boy was not going to negotiate.
"What would you have asked for if you had been given a similar chance?" asked the boy blankly.
"You ain't me, nigga. Anyway, if I had a chance like this, I'd definitely wish for people to kill like popping balloons on a fair," replied Doug with a devilishly nasty smile.
"Then die!" said the boy, and with an unsurprising thud, Doug slumped on the ground like an empty ragdoll detached from its strings.
Witnessing Doug collapse on the ground, Argon rushed to his side to check his breathing while holding him in his arms like a sleeping baby, and upon confirming Doug's death, Argon began to mourn for the loss right away.
Larry was too stunned to react since the top G of their organization was killed like a mosquito in a snap, and the worst part is they don't have a clue as to how Doug died in the first place.