Monochromatic

Chapter 36

Rave

"Azoria, Rave, you both have more than decent knowledge of the common tools used in our organization; you know how they work, how to use them, and their advantages and disadvantages. That therefore gives you both an upperhand in this fight. A matter of fact, from our observations you both did so well in shielding your siblings from this information that if I supply them with tools now, they'll most likely misinterpret the use of the weapon they chose and end up ending themselves by accident. However, they both are significantly talented in hand to hand combat, compared to Rave at least, and with the business work Azoria has participated in since her and X404's last session I'm sure it wouldn't be too difficult to pin her down. After all, X404 did inform me of the reversing effects your absence has done to your skills after his unfavorable visits."

The boss slipped his hand into his back pocket pulling out a familiar small remote controller. He pressed a button and almost immediately a nurse with the side of her face bandaged came in with a tray full of weapons. At long last I was able to meet the mastermind behind the scenes, the person who made my life hell, who stole any real chance I had for a normal childhood. Only now did I finally understand what I saw, what I heard, why my mother cried so helplessly in front of that shadowed man I thought was my father. It only fueled my anger. My tool of choice was a gun, Azoria's was a staff laced with poison. Libya and Freedom were given regular knives, and the boss didn't grab a thing.

"We have all night, let's make it a good one!"

The game was nothing less than chaotic. It was disorganized, stagnant, taxing. The boss literally just stood there, only attacking when we were either standing or sitting still, or when we got too close. He would even allow us to speak if it wasn't a conversation he'd want to hear. At this rate, we'd be fighting until we all collapsed. What made it worse was that sick look he still had glued onto his face, that innocent, irritating, cyanide laced expression.

'My options are to sacrifice myself, betray another, or defeat him.'

We mine as well have forfeited. We needed time to plan out a solution, but every time we wanted to speak to each other or huddle up he'd spit out needles from his mouth until we submitted and split up again. This game was rigged, all in his favor.

        Libia collapsed from exhaustion and Freedom just paced around the boss helplessly with a plastic glare disguising his fear and frustration. Azoria could hold him off for a while with her staff, taking every needle she could without collapsing again from the pain. I couldn't help her, I ran out of bullets to shoot, which hasn't happened in a long time. I ran into a corner in the room, I no longer cared if I was shot, I'd probably end up dead anyway. I needed to think of a way out of this before we all died, preferably before he decided he was done with us.

I felt a sharp pain digging into my lower chest and spat out blood as another needle pricked my neck. I didn't notice it before, but as i felt around that area I felt something underneath my shirt. Two needles dug into the arm I used to pull out what was hidden, a bottle full of poison. A smile spread across my face.

'Bingo.'

It was a somewhat new addition to the vast types of poisons this organization had. I didn't know much about it, but if it was like many of the others, it, mixed with other compounds, would be highly reactive to water and light this entire place on fire with a poisonous gas mixing in with the smoke. If I was correct, the poison on Azoria's state would do the trick, and the three of them would have a chance to escape.

"Of course it would be risky, but if it works...I won't survive, so Libya would have to find a new home. Are you in?" I asked Azoria, who I managed to drag out of harm's way at the last minute.

"Yeah, if it means we defeat this guy, but are you sure you want to do this, Rave?"

I looked at my sister lying on the ground, struggling to get back up.

"Yes, I'm sure."

I winced as a sharp pain hit my head.

"What are you guys discussing?" The boss asked, "I want in!"

He let out a sadistic chuckle. Azoria lifted herself up and threw her staff where the poison was poured. Immediately, she grabbed both of the children and rushed out of the nearby door. Meanwhile, as the boss was distracted I tackled him down, ignoring the tired, screaming pleas from my sister, begging me to come with. The smell of smoke accompanied by a growing fire began to surround the room; the plan worked. It would only be a few more minutes until the entire building exploded and I died, bringing this lunatic down with me.

"You know, hundreds of people will die because of what you just did. The fire will spread and this entire building will explode."

"I don't care! Besides, the majority of the people here are better off dead than working for you!"

"Do you care? Even about your friends? Your sister? They might not be able to outrun it, and they'll die along with us."

"I doubt it."

"Why is that?"

"We wouldn't have made it this far if they couldn't."

He chuckled, "Fair enough, I guess."

He kicked me off of him with ease, and I slid across the room to a nearby wall.

"Since you chose sacrifice, I'll give you mercy. Should I kill you now, or let the explosion do that for us?"

The man walked slowly towards my fragile body, a lighter in his hand.

"Or shall we continue our fight?"

I finished taking out the last of the needles I could reach, trembling pathetically as I lifted myself back up. 

"A fighter, just like your parents."

He cracked the lighter open and threw it far into the other side of the room feeding the fire.

"We have 1 minute left, let's not waste it talking anymore, shall we?" another cocky chuckle flew out, "Of course." I laughed right back, breathing in the fatal fumes confidently.

We arm ourselves with needles, throwing them at each other as a last goodbye.

"Oh, and happy birthday, Rave."

BOOM!!

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'Who's Libia?'

She spoke to me, but her lips didn't move.

"She's my sister, my innocent and precious little sister."

'She's going to die'

"No, she won't. I'll never let that happen"

'She's going to know about everything, he's going to kill her, and you'll be back where you belong, unless...'

"No..."

'Discard of her yourself, or he'll do it for you...'