Well...

So... I just watched... Um... Sally or something? Whatever I just watched the last fight.

More accurately I just watched a guy take complete control of an arena to completely butcher his opponent. I am... Honestly pretty terrified. After watching it I went to talk to Cerise and she was visibly ill. Neither of us want to fight this guy. I mean... Damn... Fighting servants is one thing. They have powers, but they can be dealt with. Fighting a guy who can just make the room you're in crush you? That's out of my league and that is me saying it. I'd say I hope someone else takes him out before I have to fight him,  but... I don't think I'd want to face anyone tough enough to take him out either.

I think... This might have stopped being fun...

I don't think I've felt this scared in a long time... Not since Nathan at least...

Oh god could you imagine if Nathan was also in this contest. Luckily he's dead and I'm pretty sure The Archangel can't enter this tournament.

Anyway... Yeah I really hope I don't have to fight this Sal guy.

At Last

I was talking to Cerise about her recent fight when the next fight was announced. It was finally time. My match was against Hella. Cerise seemed almost disappointed she wouldn't be the one to kill her, but you can't always get what you want I guess.

I mean I guess I can. Killing Hella is definitely something on my bucket list.

I headed to the arena and Hella was already there. I was psyched about the fight, but admittedly also a little nervous. Hella is still pretty scary and I definitely don't want to get touched with that heart stopping thing even if it's not the killing blow I thought it was it might definitely slow me down enough for her to get in an actual killing blow. I Momentarily found myself lamenting the fact I didn't have the birds anymore. I very quickly chased that thought away. Fuck The Convocation.

I drew out my machete and waited for the fight to start. Hella was holding a large kitchen knife. The fight started and I leapt forward with a slash. My plan was to hit and run. Just wear her down while keeping my distance. It... Didn't work.

Hella apparently really wanted me dead, far more than she wanted herself alive. Her first action was to run right into my attack trying to reach me. My machete struck her shoulder and she didn't even care as she just pressed towards me. I was immediately back pedaling and throwing strikes at her. She blocked what she could, but didn't seem to care much as long as they weren't likely to be serious injuries. Before long however she had pressed me up against the back of the arena and she managed to deflect one of my strikes and reach out and touch me.

Immediately I felt pressure in my chest and pain. I dropped to my knees and I thought... This is it. She swung with the knife and I managed to toss myself backwards, but her knife clipped my mask knocking it off.

Hella looked at my exposed face and spoke.

"Wow... I think you probably looked better without a face and that's saying a lot considering I'm racist against faceless people," she remarked and before I could really think about what she said she stabbed towards my face. The pain however was subsiding. My heart hadn't actually stopped at all. I swung my machete and knocked her knife away, in her surprise she didn't manage to keep her grip and the knife clattered away as I stood. My chest still felt tender, but I was otherwise fine and also a little bit pissed.

Her powers didn't seem to work on me. Which meant she had no threat to me and I wasn't about to let this little punk insult my face. She was surprised and confused and took a step back, but I moved quicker. I grabbed her by her face and slammed her down onto the floor hard. I heard her let out a surprised gasp as her head impacted the floor.

"You said something about wanting to die, didn't you? Well I'm a nice guy and seeing as we're such good friends. I'll make sure that you get your wish," I stated before stabbing my machete into her chest and through her heart. I wasn't done yet though. I drew out my machete again and stabbed her again and again... and again. I kept stabbing her until she was definitely dead and the cards came rushing over.

They declared her dead and myself the winner. I was breathing heavily and there were lots of thoughts running through my mind. Her face had been so cold to the touch and her blood was dark and thick... More sludge than liquid. It was like fighting a corpse...

Also that line about being racist against faceless people... Why did that seem familiar. Wait... Did I just kill my beloved Fien?!

Aww well now I'm depressed.

Well... Fuck...

So the first match happened and it was pretty cool. I vaguely remember hearing things about Malkator. He took out his opponent pretty easily. Might be a challenge... I wasn't paying that much attention.

The Game Master said that it was to the death or unconsciousness now... That's... Not good. I'm not great at knocking people out without killing them and even if I was it's almost impossible to knock someone out without at least causing brain damage. I don't want to kill or harm Cerise. I don't... I need to come up with a new plan to get her out of the fighting.

I don't want her to die. I was hoping after all this we might... Still be friends in the outside world... Me and Cerise... Working together. Fire forged friends...

I need... I need to do something. I can't let her die.

I need her.

Oh also apparently the audience is now made up of our families. That doesn't really affect me... My parents died of natural causes many years ago, I don't have any siblings and I killed my wife and children myself a little while ago. So... I don't really have any family left.

Man... You'd think that would bother me, but nope. I'm pretty sure Cerise said her family was killed by some kind of psychopath or something shortly before she became a proxy so I doubt she had any family in those stands either. I guess I'll know when she posts about it.

Endgame.

One minute you're watching your new friend resting and the next minute you're both teleported to the finals. I was wrong. There are seemingly quite a few more than my original estimate still alive. Also I'm pretty sure one of them is an actual Fear... That seems unfair. Also Hella's here. Hi Hella. Looking forward to killing you. I waved. Cerise elbowed me in the ribs. Cerise might be enjoying killing now, but she doesn't seem to have quite grasped the joy of friendship.

Looking around the room... I'm thinking I've got a pretty good shot of winning this. I mean the fear guy isn't completely unkillable, just difficult. I'm sure I can figure something out. As for the rest. They look tough, but not tougher than anything I've killed before.

Honestly Cerise could probably even take some of them and of course I already have a plan for her.

Yeah I think this is gonna go great. We were ushered towards our rooms. I tried to get as close to Hella as I could during the movement... You know just to tease her. I bet she enjoyed that.

We still exist.

There can't be many more people alive unless it's literally just us, Hella and I guess the guy with the Scythe... What was his name? Justin? I think it's Justin. I think... I honestly can't even remember whether he's in the tournament or those friends of his... So much going on with him and I do not care enough to keep track.

Anyway whoever's left, we have to be nearing some kind of end point soon right?

I mean I've seen maybe one person since Cerise fried that coward. I've mostly just been hanging with Cerise and talking about what we'll do when this is over. I invited her to become a member of The Children, but she declined. I'd like to continue working with her afterwards though.

I was only partially kidding about falling in love earlier. She really is growing on me. I've already decided when it comes down to it... I'm not going to kill her. I know exactly what I'm going to do.

Oh and she told me her real name. I'm not gonna share it though. Not unless she wants me too.

We got her a new device so she'll be making her own post soon. Maybe she'll tell you what she told me, maybe she won't.

I really hope we both survive to the end.

Cerise is awake and the killings have begun again.

So, I spent some time recovering from the fight with Frederick. Brought Cerise and I back to the hospital and got us nice and healed up. Cerise was fine except she needed rest and I mostly just needed some bandages. All in all we got out of the fight with very few injuries really. It seemed a lot worse than it was even if death had been a completely possible outcome of the fight.

Once we were both recovered we headed back out and it seems Cerise now really wants Hella dead. Apparently we're now going looking for her. Not that we've been able to find her. We did find someone else though. There was some guy. I have no idea how he managed to survive this long. He was just hiding and we stumbled upon us. He begged us not to kill him. He'd been hiding from everyone. He wanted to surrender, but was scared the other contestants would prefer to kill him then let him surrender. I never wanted to kill someone as much as when I saw this sniveling coward.

Apparently Cerise agreed. I feel like I've been a good influence on her. She walked up to him smiling and I thought she was going to let him go, then she brought her flamethrower up pointed directly at his face and let forth a jet of flame and didn't release the trigger until he was just a charred corpse on the ground.

I think I might be falling in love.

Oh also Cerise has stated that she'll get back to posting on her own site as soon as she manages to get her hands on a new device since her old one got broken. Shouldn't be long with the points we're racking up.

Now Freddy is Deady and Hella is still Scary.

So, it came at last. It was less fun than I expected it to be.

Freddy and his girlfriend showed up at last for our big confrontation and almost immediately Cerise went down. See they got up close before we managed to properly notice them and before the fight had even properly started Hella just reached out and placed her hand on Cerise and Cerise dropped to her knees clutching at her chest before pitching forward facedown. I was shocked and honestly Freddy looked pretty shocked too, but when I went for Hella Freddy recovered. He attacked and I was forced back and when I tried to counterattack Hella was there reaching for me and I definitely didn't want the same thing so I was forced back again.

The Children's Defense Mechanism wasn't much help here. Freddy obviously was told about it and Hella seemingly knew about it or maybe I was just getting panicky. I mean I didn't really give her much chance to reach out so she could have been going for the fake, who knows I wasn't about to risk it. When someone can just reach out and stop your heart you generally try not to get too close.

I managed to get a few good hits on Freddy, but that just made things worse really. Frederick is a nest and so every successful hit I got off slowed him down maybe a bit, but just let out birds I'd then have to contend with. Honestly if it wasn't for one thing I think I was probably going to die there.

That one thing was Cerise wasn't dead. I saw it out of the corner of my eye as she slowly got back up, she was breathing heavily and holding her chest still, but she seemed more surprised than pained. I started to simply keep my distance as I watched her grab her flamethrower as she got up to her feet and then she ran over and fired out a jet of flame towards Hella.

Frederick stopped and moved back from the flames like any proper nest would and Hella got... well arguably lucky. She must have heard a sound or something, but she just managed to get out of the way of the jet. Not far enough out of the way though. The heat of the flames scorched the side of her face as it roared past and ignited her hoody. She tore it off in a hoody and she seemed panicked. I don't know if it was just how close she came to being charbroiled or surprise at seeing Cerise still alive, but whatever it was she shot a hateful glare at me and then fled. Cerise tried to give chase, but then collapsed breathing heavily again. I was smiling, even with Cerise seemingly back out of commission I felt like I had won.

I was wrong of course. Frederick wasn't beaten so easily and he attacked again while I was soaking my presumptuous belief of victory and he scored a hit. I stumbled back and slashed out at him again scoring a hit, but just causing more birds to come flying at me. I dealt with them, but even without Hella I realized I was at a disadvantage.

I'd stocked up on incendiary weapons just for dealing with this event, but Cerise had all of them and she was back lying face down on the ground, possibly dead for real this time. With just my machete I had no chance of beating Frederick.

I took a chance and tried to dive past him. As I did he reached out and I saw a small cut on his hand that he pressed to my shoulder as I passed and a burst of electricity shot into me and launched me. I felt my body twitching and everything hurt, luckily for me Frederick seemed a little stunned as well and I forced myself to crawl over to Cerise. Frederick had recovered and was coming for me so I didn't have time to think. I grabbed Cerise's bag, stuck my hand in and took out the first object I touched. It was a grenade of some kind. I pulled the pin and threw it as hard as I could at Frederick.

I saw his eyes widen and I knew that it was all down to luck now. If the grenade didn't kill him I was probably dead. Luckily for me I had chosen well. The grenade hit and sent out a burst of flames in all directions. I saw Frederick for a moment covered in flames, standing perfectly still and then he began to panic as he burned. I lay my head on the ground and just watched him burn.

You did well Frederick. You did well, but not well enough.

P.S. Oh yeah Cerise is still alive. Apparently her heart is doing fine too. Not entirely sure why she's okay, but she's okay.

Freddy isn't Deady.

So... Yeah seems the dead nest who showed up was some guy named Glenn. Apparently a friend of Freddy's. Although seeing his response I'm guessing they were friends in the same way Oliver and I were friends. Which means that Freddy is still alive.

Also apparently he doesn't like being called Freddy and so I'm going to call him that exclusively from now on. I'm a people pleaser.

Also Cerise won't be typing for the next day or so. Her hands are damaged so I'll be talking for her. She can still use her fingers which means she's still useful, but she injured her hands and so she can't move them very dexterously without pain and so typing is currently beyond her. It's a fairly minor bit of damage and should be fine within a day or two.

I suppose since she can't tell you what happened I should.

She was buying more fuel for her flamethrower. She got jumped by some guy. I wasn't there at the time so couldn't help out. She managed to fight him off, but he was too close for her to use the flamethrower so she used her knife instead. She claims she cut him up real good, but he wasn't going down so she started to focus instead on getting distance. The man was fast, faster than her and so this proved difficult. If he had a weapon she would probably have died, but luckily the guy seemed content to try to kill her with his bare hands. Eventually she became desperate and ended up using the flamethrower despite his close proximity, she managed to set him aflame, but he continued to attack her as he burned and she held him off using the thrower part of her flamethrower which was quite hot after it's use and holding it to hold him off burned her hands quite a bit. Luckily he didn't last much longer and succumbed finally collapsing dead after a few minutes of being ignited. When she got back to me, her hands were red, severely burned, skin peeling and she was crying.

I honestly felt kind of bad for her. Helped tend to and bandage her hands and agreed to post for her for the next little bit though I refused to post on her blog so it will be inactive until she's ready to post for herself again.

Good as new.

So, I'm out of the... hospital? and feeling ready to kill some people again. Also seems like Frederick wasn't kidding about finding me yesterday. Unfortunately I was still stuck in bed, so didn't get the chance to kill him myself. Seems like Cerise did a good enough job on her own. Still a shame, also no sign of Hella so I still have that to worry about. Maybe I'll be lucky and she'll turn out to be the same amount of build up to anti-climax ratio as Frederick turned out to be.

As for what actually happened... I'm sure Cerise will talk about it. She'll undoubtedly want to gloat about it to you guys. She already spent a while gloating about it to me.

Feels like forever since I last posted.

So... Cerise isn't happy with my plan. Which obviously, but she raised some pretty good points about why it might not be the best plan. I mean yeah I don't really need her to be in great fighting shape. Again I don't really rely on her for combat, but... Admittedly it would be useful to keep her at a helpful level of combat ability at least until Frederick and Hella are taken care of.

So... Congratulations Cerise. Your reasonable arguments have swayed me. It totally has nothing to do with anything else that may have happened that if you put on your blog I swear to god I will skin you alive.