Backstitch [HxH]

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"I'm fighting whoever's first. So who's it going to be?"

"Now what?" I only have basic combat skills and they're minimal at best. Best case we don't lose any and get three wins. That leaves us with two who of us who won't be fighting. I can only hope they don't push me out there.

"He said we can fight however we want, so I assume that means anything goes."
"We need to be careful. There's no telling what they'll try to pull."
"Without knowing what's under their sleeves. Given that I'll-" I cut kurapika off. "They never told us what the fight will be. I think It'd be best if we were to figure that out first. Who knows, it could be something you wouldn't want to do."

"What kind of fight do you want?" I ask. His face turns to a nasty grin. "My choice? A battle to the death." well shit. "Yeah I'm good," I squeak, backing up.

"I'll do it," Killua offers, stepping into the arena.

"Are you crazy, why would you do that? He said a deathmatch. Also, just look at that guy!"

"Someone will have to do it either way. I also don't have a problem with ending someone's life." He lowers his voice in the last part.

"So what do you say?"

"Let's just get this over with." Killua shrugs.

"Then let's start." The prisoner leaps in the air, heading for Killua, his arm preparing a punch. Killua dodges, causing the man to hit the ground, which leads to it cracking on impact. He stands and turns to Killua, who's on the opposite side. He's about to head over to Killua when he's stopped in his tracks. Killua appears behind him. He's holding something, but I'm not sure what. Turning around the prisoner clutches his chest.

A weak laugh escapes his mouth. "Heh. I shouldn't have-cough-underestimated you..." his voice begins to fade. "It's... cold." Those are his final words before collapsing to the ground. Killua steps towards him, placing what he was holding into the dead man's hands. A 1 appears on the counter, signifying our win. Killua returns us quietly.

"Omfg he fuckin dead." It's really not the time to joke, but I do it anyway. I guess it's a way to cope with what just happened. Although it shouldn't be a surprise. The man had asked for a deathmatch, and a deathmatch he received.

"What's up with you anyway?" Leorio's in shock, as well as kurapika. Gon's just kinda standing there.

"That's right. You guys don't know."

"Kno-know what?" Leorio stutters in response.

"Killua says he's from a family of elite assassins," I answer. I can bet Leorio's going to through fit at the fact and treat Killua different. Yep. Now he's staring at the kid. Although

"What?" Killua asks

      "N-nothing" Leorio says with a clear stutter. "Great job!" He's just making things worse for himself at this point.

      "Now it's my turn." This time it's another man who emerges.

       "I'll take the next one," kurapika volunteers. "But I was-" Gon stops himself and lets out a big sigh.

      Kurapika meets his opponent in the center. They both stand silent for a few moments before the prisoner discards his cloak, revealing some gross creature. He's buff with bright blue skin. He's got dark green hair forming a ring, with the center being bald. It looks like an egg. His face resembles that of Frankenstein's Monster.

      "You see this kid? I've killed 19 people so far. But it's such an uneven number. To tell the truth, it kinda bugs me." I see where this is going and I do not like it. "I've been looking forward to meeting #20 for a while now. Ahaha!"