Barbarian Demons Tourney (B.D.T)

Chapter 4: Kind Devil Girl

Screams, Cries, Begs, All the terrible noises that can only be described coming from hell. Riot Handler, The Newborn monster waking up with a gasp for air as he coughed heavily.

"W-What the hell.." Riot was confused, Looking at where he was. Laying on a soft bed with a blanket on him and the sunlight filling the room through the window. He looked outside the window, Seeing a whole different street with unfamiliar buildings. "Wait what? What happened last night?" Riot asked himself, Scratching the back of his head before he got up and waked over to the door.

He opened the door and walked out, Looking at both sides of the hallway before finding stairs. Riot walks down the stairs, Trying to remember what happened last night.

"You're up." The voice of a young man was heard somewhere in the living room. Riot looked towards the voice and saw Matt, The instant he saw him he remembered everything and it struck him like a lightning strike. Riot looked at his left arm and saw the watch still on his wrist, Starting to remember everything before sighing deeply.

"Is this your house?" Riot asked Matt, Since it looks a little dusty. "Doesn't seem like you stay here." Riot added, Walking over to Matt.

"Since my girlfriend left I lived somewhere else, Didn't feel well staying here." Matt said, Taking a sip of a liquid in his cup, Maybe alcohol? "You woke up rather early today." Matt said, Moving his eyebrows a little upwards in slight surprise.

"Yeah since I'm staying somewhere I don't know, Of course I'd wake up early." Riot said as he sat down on a chair infront of Matt.

"Hey Riot." Matt said, Looking at his cup for a bit then at Riot. "What do you think about this whole Barbra thing?" Matt asked him, Staring at his eyes.

Was this a test or something? Is Riot about to get qualified to some shit? Eitherways, Riot was going to answer. "Well I think it's a load of bullshit that I can't poop. It's like some type of intestinal blockage." Riot said.

Matt chuckled at his response as he drank what's left of the strange liquid that we still don't know what it is. "I find it very beautiful. Becoming powerful and... Unstoppable." Matt said staring off somewhere else as Riot looked at him with confusion.

"What's so beautiful about killing people?" Riot asked with a slight chuckle, Making fun of his response and not agreeing with it.

"When you look at their eyes the moment before they die, The way they beg for mercy through eye contact is such a freaking turn on!" Matt said with a giggle, Riot started to get more and more uncomfortable and finding Matt someone he didn't expect to be.

"So you've got a kink for murder?" Riot asked Matt with a confused look, Not ready to listen to the answer of that question.

Matt stared at Riot for a second before laughing loudly and then getting up and stretching. "I was messing with you dude, Fuck no who has a kink for murder?" Matt said in a jokingly manner. "Anyways, Get up and pack your clothes." Matt said.

"Uhm, I don't have any right now thanks to someone kidnapping me out of nowhere." Riot said, Not knowing why he should pack them anyways. "But why?" He asked.

"We're traveling abroad you silly!" Matt said as he walked over to the stairs.

"To where.." Riot asked Matt, Not knowing why they're supposed to travel but it should have a reason.

"Italy." Matt said, Looking over to Riot with a smirk. "That's where you'll finish your first round of the tournament." Matt said with a chuckle.