DemonXTwins | A HunterXHunter Story |

Chapter X 21

When I checked the total views I stopped breathing. 
Also, As a size scale... Imagine that Amana is Mike.

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3rdXP.O.V:

One by one each applicant piled out of Tick Tower. They now stood at its beige base. The wind rushing past them harshly causing their hair to flail around them. They Relished in the cool wind that blew on their skin, Soothing their injuries. Pride and ego hung in the air, They were determined to not loose and getting this far had boosted their inner egos. To Amana- The brown wolf who sat to the side- The people's egos would get in the way of the fight. They would under estimate their opponent, Or... Over estimate their own strength. Getting themselves killed. So Amana kept watchful eyes scanning the crowd. She examined peoples heart rates. Their intakes of breath and each shudder of excitement or mixed fear that made their back shiver and goosebumps rise on their skin.

You could call her many things but relaxed was not one of them. A man with a purple mohawk-Similiar to Gittarackur- With Round clear glasses taking up most of his face wearing a black jacket with a white contrasting collar and zipper stood in front of the crowd with his baggy gray pants just touching the floor, Going past his big matching shoes. "Congratulations on escaping Trick Tower everyone. All that remains now are the fourth phase and the final phase."

At the front of the crowd, Someone muttered between the male's words "Only two more" Encouraging themselves. "The fourth phase-" The strange man who had taken charge pointed a thumb over his back at a faded green landmass; You could faintly see the outline of the sand surrounding the island. "-Will take place right over there on Zevil island. Now, Let's proceed." He lifted his hand in the air snapping his fingers. 

On cue, A tall male fitted in green pushed a strange metal stand in front of the crowd. On top of the stand, There was an odd black box. The tall man pushed the steel stand beside the male with the purple mohawk and stopped, Standing beside him like a soldier; Facing the crowd with his hands tucked to his sides. "To begin with, I will need each of you to draw lots now." For an unknown reason people in the crowd took in an intake of breath, Most likely nervous for what that box will hold and how it will determine their fate. "Really?" one asked. "Draw lots for what? What will that decide?" Another questioned, Nervousness ringing in his tone.

The man who neglected to introduce himself hummed. "Who you hunt and who hunts you." A smirk stretched on his lips. "In this box is exactly 32 numbered cards Which means that one of the numbered cards will respond with your badge." He held up one finger." Now, Each of you will draw a card in the order you exited the tower. He paused motioning to the box. "Alright, Which of you was first?"

Amana'sXP.O.V:

I was sat at the back of the crowd boredly listening to him blubbering on when Tris nudged my side. I snapped out of my examination and sent her a questioning look. "Go get your card, You giant oaf." I remember something some fuzzy thing about cards. I was barely listening though but I dug deep and slowly I recalled the words he had instructed. Getting up on all fours the crowd went silent as I lumbered forward. I stood in front of the box with an annoyed look. The short male with the mohawk addressed the tall man in green. Realizing what he was meant to do the other, Taller male fumbled with the box, Slipping his large hand into it and pulling out a card. With shaky hands, He held it out to me.