The Day of the Dead Villain: The Witchdoctor

Chapter Fourteen: One Final Fight

(A/N: This is a long-ass chapter.)

        "It's the moment you've been waiting for, listeners!" Present Mic announced. "It's the finals!" The crowd cheered in excitement. "Despite the scary event from last battle, Archaelia still yearns to fight his way to first place, but will he get very far with that injury? I'm surprised he's even allowed to participate."

        I entered the arena, and the light slightly blurred my vision. Well, what I had of it, at least. Gauze wrapped around my right eye. It wasn't really for the eye itself, but for the new burn I have. That's going to be there for a while, I can tell. The crowd roared at my name, and I could do nothing but smile and wave at the crowd. Some waved back at me.

        "I'm not exactly sure where she came from, but this girl has more power than I would have thought. It's none other than surprise-in-a-box, Kitume Kaori!" The crowd went crazy for here, too. She didn't pay much attention, but kept her focus on me. Her eyes stared at me behind her purple glasses with malicious intentions. A small, sickly sweet smile decorated her lips, and it gave me chills.

        "Let the final battle begin!" declared Midnight, cracking her whip loudly. We did nothing but sit there for a while. I did not want to underestimate her; I wasn't quite sure what she was capable of. For all I know, she could actually be from Le Mort, or someone from Le Mort trained her and helped track me down.

        Kitume pulled off her glasses, wiping the lenses with the bottom of her shirt. "You know, I feel kind of bad fighting you," she said in a relaxed tone. "You are at a disadvantage with your eye missing. I'm sure it's hard to see properly out of the other one, too." She gave a twisted smirk. "But, to you, that should be no big deal. Shouldn't it, Day of the Dead Villain: the Witchdoctor?!!" She shouted the name loud for the whole arena to hear.

        Many people gasped in shock, and the normal civilians began to cower in fear while the heroes were tensing for a moment they needed to leap in. However, I paid no mind to them and only pretended like I had no clue what she was talking about. I furrow my brows to give myself a look of mild confusion.

        "I have no idea what you're talking about," I state. I turn to the crowd, looking at them with my almond-shaped eye that held a look of fear and confusion. "I have no idea what any of you are talking about! All day, it's been 'Witchdoctor, Witchdoctor'. I have no idea who this Witchdoctor person is, and I don't believe I've met anyone under that alias. I'm not them, so stop saying I am!" My eyes became pleading. It felt so real that even I believed it.

        "Don't lie to me or anyone else here!" Kitume shouted, throwing her glasses to the ground which broke the lenses. "There's no need to act anymore.... for both you and me." She smashed her foot on the already broken glasses, and her figure began to morph and change. She grew taller, her hair longer. Her features grew more rounded, and her skin grew darker. Burn scars traced parts of her arms and legs. Her clothes changed as well. Her UA outfit morphed into a more African tribe garb, with a grass skirt and a large wooden mask. Kitume was no longer Kitume, but a young African girl with the bitter taste for revenge.

        I acted surprised at her sudden change. "Who - Who are you?" I asked shakily. She pulled a sword out of a sheath that was by her side, her eyebrows furrowing even further into a look of pure hatred.

        "My name is Kali, and I am here to kill you for murdering and burning down my village!!" she stated. Kali launched herself at me, swinging her sword. I managed to duck underneath the blade and slip underneath her. I did a slow run to an exit, figuring she was about as fast as any other human, but damn was I wrong.

        In an instant, she was in front of me. I skid to a stop and attempted to dodge the incoming blade, but it nicked my cheek. Her attacks were far more advanced than I originally thought, making it quite difficult to keep this innocent persona. Swing after swing, I dodged her every attack. I was getting used to her patterns by now, but then she started to add her magic.