277: A Matter of a Mutant
“Two-headed?” the white mask girl asked with rising excitement.
“Correct,” Felicia nodded.
“Yes!” the girl cheered and clenched her fist with excitement, confirming Felicia’s previous question. The description of the mutant was everything the girl could have hoped for and more! But her excitement died as quickly as it came to life. Because of the simple fact that the mutant was nowhere to be seen. “What happened? You have to give me all the details!”
“But the next round—”
“Can wait! If any of those useless shitters dares to complain I’ll gut them myself!”
“I see.”
“See what? Hurry up! You’re starting to remind me of a certain rodent. Why was there only one monster? Did the other idiot die before they transformed? How much did the mutant improve in strength? How did it act? Was it still human? Was it a demon? Something in between? What abilities did it have? How did it behave?”
“After quick and disgraceful losses, participants Number Twenty-five and Twenty-six unleashed a wave of dark energy and combined inside it into a single creature with two heads,” Felicia reported in a near-monotone voice. “The creature far exceeded any combat capabilities the participants had displayed before. Though the creature appeared sentient, to the point of talking with itself, it was more demon than human. Immense physical strength, durability, and speed, as well as morphing capabilities. Easily agitated, hard to put down.”
“But it was put down,” the white mask girl sighed. “How? Why? Was-was it simply too powerful? The black masks had to put it down?”
“No, we did no such thing,” Felicia shook her head. “Your experiment was put down in combat by another participant.”
“Seriously!? One of these shitters!?” the girl was shocked as she grabbed the railing and leaned over it, looking at the sixteen participants that were gathered below. “Which one?”
“A little cockroach,” Felicia said dismissively. “Participant Number Sixty-nine. The one with giant tits and a skirt shorter than your temper.”
“Cute,” the girl said and studied the monster-killer. “… Do you have any idea who she is?”
“No.”
“Neither do I. Strange, isn’t it?”
“You hardly ever leave the palace.”
“And you hardly ever leave the streets. So how could neither of us have ever met that big-breasted bimbo?”
“The population of this city is still respectable. And we do still have fresh, legal meat appear in this city from time to time as they grow up.”
“Or sneak in…”
“Either way she is a dead girl walking, with plenty of time to study her in detail,” Felicia dismissed the importance of participant Number Sixty-Nine. “However, a demonic mutant suddenly appearing out of thin air in my arena—”
“’Your’ arena?”
Felicia’s eye twitched visibly, through the holes in her mask. “My apologies, Your Highness! I am but a humble overseer. But you must understand that this is no small matter! Even though I downplayed such a bizarre creature suddenly appearing, and even most of the citizens here are too drunk, horny, or stupid to pay any mind to it, and some to even remember—”
“Just another spectacle of the gory Forge of Champions! Nothing more.”
“I see,” wheels turned in the little hairball’s head. “A pair of strange magicians found their way into the city. Were they seeking fame and glory? A little excitement? A secure position? Their goals were unknown, but their arrogance and stupidity proved to be their downfall in the very first round of the brutal death games. A few rumors of powerful magicians could appear, or perhaps aberrant spawn of the Demon Horde? Something to talk about…”
“Exactly! Yet one of the reasons you’re so favored!” the white mask girl laughed and patted Felicia on the shoulder. “Though, without a doubt, your best qualities are your loyalty and discretion…”
The white mask girl dashed toward the other two white mask figures and gutted them like pigs with two quick, deep slashes through the robes across their bellies, and two more across their throats.
“Your High-ghalrh!
“Glhrughlf—!”
Both men that stood silently in the background like loyal guards now found themselves bleeding out, covering their assassin with a fountain of blood from their throats while warm guts spilled out of their bellies and splashed against the rocks under the rocks, oozing outward in all directions across the platform as the dead meat of two persons fell over.
“Ew!! No!” Felicia protested.
“Ah! I’m sorry,” the girl said with absolutely no remorse as she spread her arms and moaned sweetly while she let the blood pour over her body. She held a curved stainless steel dagger in her right hand, its ruby crystal coated in the blood of its victims. “I had completely forgotten that while I could trust you with a secret, I most certainly could not trust my mother’s lapdogs!”