Destiny Hates Me

I feel like I might have used this post name before... Regardless

Of course my next fight is against Sal. I'm going to die here... And you know what? I'm less concerned about my own death than I am that if I die here I can't do anything to potentially help Cerise. Well... I wrote this before going in. If I die Cerise promised to post it for me.

If I do die... It was... Fun talking to all of you. Mocking your pain, reveling in your misfortune, killing your girlfriends...

It was so much fun and I appreciate all of you.


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Okay so nevermind I lived. I take back everything I said before. Ignore everything before this point.

I get into the arena and there's Sal. I figured I was gonna die pretty much immediately, but... Well the fight started out pretty... Normal. Well as normal as a fight between the two of us could be in an arena where the arena is constantly moving. He didn't use any of his terrifying arena manipulating powers and just made his way towards me as I did the same. We reached each other and clashed. He was skilled. Probably one of the most skilled fighters I've fought in a long time. It's the kind of fight I haven't had in a while. The two of us trading blows, deflecting each others attacks. He had a gun, but he didn't use it at longer range seemingly knowing that trying to deal with the Children's defense mechanism at range increased the change of wasting bullets as he only started to pull out the gun once he had a better idea of where I was compared to the image of me. This also resulted in me getting in a few early hits before he figured out how to deal with me. Perhaps if I had tried capitalizing on that more I could have ended it much faster.

It didn't take him too long to adjust which is an unfortunately common trait among my opponents and then the fight was on for real. As I said the fight was pretty exciting and one of the more fair ones I've had in a time. Especially once he figured he had a good bead on where I was and started using the gun as well. Using his sword to pressure me and deflect my attacks while trying to shoot me with the gun forcing me to attack, defend against his longsword and stay on the move to keep him from getting a good shot off.

The good news is my earlier successful hits had left pretty deep cuts so while the fight was going on he was bleeding out and his actions started to slow letting me get in even more hits though he also managed to get off a shot that went through my side and stunned me long enough that he got another strike in that slit open a long gash along my shoulder down to my elbow of my right arm which is my sword arm. So... I had to use my offhand for a bit which was not helpful and the switch was difficult and involved a bit of running and dodging through the moving arena. I dropped my machete when the strike hit and dodged his next few strikes before starting to run, jumping to a lower section of arena to force him to move in order to try and shoot me and I kept moving using the arena to keep myself out of his line of sight until I could double back and grab my sword with the other hand and continue the fight. At this point both of us weren't doing to well, but luckily for me his injuries were worse.

Unfortunately at this point he also seemed to realize that he was losing despite everything and well...

I got another strike in managing to stab my machete through his gut, it was a pretty serious blow, but not quite a game ender. Unfortunately it was enough to make him stop playing and next thing I know the floor beneath me suddenly launches upwards knocking me onto my ass and then the floor starts collapsing on me. I had to dive out of the way and the terrain moved causing me to fall off the platform entirely. I managed to land on another platform only for the ground to start shifting causing me to struggle to maintain my balance. I could see him up on the platform, gripping his bleeding stab wound as he manipulated the arena.

I don't know if it was the blood loss or just that unlike the other guy I knew what to expect, but he never managed to quite pin me even as the ground riled and bucked and I was buffeted with entire sections of the arena. Eventually everything settled as I saw him collapse to his knees and I wasn't about to let him possibly get a second wind. I rushed in to end the fight once and for all as I saw his eyes close and he pitched forward to the ground. I reached him and was about to stab him through the head and claim my victory when the ground moved again. This time it opened a hole beneath me and I fell the hole closing trapping me. I thought it was a trick. That he might have been feigning his injured state and I was about to die when one of the Diamond's... Er the Ace of Diamond's actually reveals that she had been the one to do it. I was going to complain when The Game Master beat me to it. Demanding to know what she was doing. She explained that since Sal was unconscious from the blood loss the fight was already over and challenged The Game Master to deny her reasoning. I was a bit confused. I expected him to disagree or something. He seemed angry, but instead he agreed and she seemed... Strangely relieved.

I was freed and Sal disappeared. I don't know what connection The Ace of Diamonds and Sal had, but whatever it was I'm kind of glad I didn't kill him. For one thing he's kind of awesome and the world needs more awesome people and for another I'm pretty sure The Ace of Diamond's would have killed me and she's pretty scary.

Regardless I won and I'm sorry this took so long to get out, but with my own injuries especially to my dominant arm I had quite a bit of trouble typing this... I'm feeling quite a bit better now though. The Hearts are real good at medical aid... I wonder if I can get one to join The Children when I get back. Would be useful to have a skilled healer. Maybe they could even help Tiff.

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.