Kyra - Possessed by malevolent demon, Telekinesis, and blue energy orbs
Battles:
- Kyra's Entry -
-Prologue-
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“We cannot perform any tests without a control model to base your results off of. If you want us to help you find a way to control the beast-”
“Demon.” Kyra unexpectedly interjected, her feet gripping the floor which in turn stopped the duo as they pressed firmly against the white tiles.
“What?” The pawn inquired in an agitated voice. The look in his eye caused Kyra’s self-assurance in her next few words to dwindle rapidly.
“It…likes to be called a demon.” She stammered, drawing her arms close to her body as if expected to be hit. But no such penalty came. The employee only rolled his eyes and pressed on her back harder, causing her to gasp as she lurched forward the first few steps before salvaging what little she had of her poor balance.
“Can you at least tell me who I’m going to have to fight? Is the person a bad person?” Kyra innocently queried, unable to turn her head around to face the man once an answer came to his mind. “He’ll be bad for you if he sees you.”
Kyra trembled in place, a soft grunt escaping the worker’s lips as he was forced to stop with her again. “Wh-What did I do to him? D-Do I know him?” She questioned desperately, almost on the brink of tears. Although Abaddon had killed hundreds of people at this point, she still felt personally responsible for each death. The room grew pregnant with the silence until the scuffing of Kyra’s feet broke it and the employee replied. “Oh yes, you know him. You killed someone very close to him, and almost killed another. Both were like family to him. He’s quite upset at what you’ve done, and I quote, ‘You had better tell it to keep its distance, because if I find it, I won’t wait for the arena. I’ll send it home to burn forever on the spot.’.”
A small grin came over the man’s face as Kyra freed several mewling whimpers from her throat, in fright and remorse. She and Abaddon had most likely ruined this man’s life, and another thing, the man wouldn’t even address Kyra as a female. He had quoted with ‘it’, never ‘she’ or ‘her’. He only acknowledged her demon half. For all she knew, he may have only seen Abaddon. He may not even give her a chance if she tried to beg for forgiveness.
“C-Can I at least know his name?” Kyra strained through her tightening throat, a stray tear falling from her cheek. One of the many that followed after it that displayed all the shame she had for her lack of self-control, all the fear she had for the future of who she cared about, and all of the fury of her inability to live in peace. However, nothing could prepare her for the answer that followed from the man’s cruel and obviously amused voice. “They didn’t tell you?” Kyra shook her head, but starting to regret asking about it in the first place the minute the staff member pulled out a manila envelope and handed it to the one eyed fighter. She took it with a shaky hand and unfolded the top. She only had to pull it out two inches or so before time had seemingly stopped.
Kyra's heart exploded, her lungs collapsed, and the world split down its seam and spiraled into the black hole at the center of the Milky Way. Or at least that's what it felt like. There was no color in Kyra’s skin, her pupils were so small it was like there was nothing but white in her eyes. What one could have confused for sweat were just tears pouring profusely down her cheeks, collecting on the bottom of her chin before steadily dripping onto the ground.
“I-It…I-It c-can’t be him…” Kyra tried to whisper to herself between sobs. “I-I-It can’t b-be him! He w…wouldn’t d-do this!”
“Well, he did sweetheart. So I suggest you get over it and get ready to fight. We’re not helping you unless you run this control test.” The employee replied coldly, shoving Kyra forward to get her moving. However, the action only knocked her to the floor, where she continued to weep. Although she was no longer able to see her opponent’s profile anymore, she could still feel it burning in the back of her mind. Even with her eyes closed, the picture of his dark brown hair and those kindly stonewashed green eyes were still ever present in her skull, and right beside that picture, where she had seen his name. The four words that confirmed her every horror and worst possible thoughts, that brought her to her knees in devastation, four words that made up the man she would never see again if her fears became a reality.
‘John ‘Something Fierce’ Doe.’
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- wRHG Stickpage Battle #1 vs John 'Something Fierce' Doe -
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However, because Kyra refused to lay eyes on him, she couldn’t see the look of horror and shock on John’s face once he spotted his ‘sister’ standing before him. Whom he had gratefully accepted to battle and kill. He stood motionless for half a minute, making the crowd anxious as they screamed for blood, the demon’s blood. Suddenly filled with rage, he turned back to the shut gate in which he had entered. “You didn’t tell me it was her!” He roared above the chanting of the crowd.
“Kill the de-mon! Kill the de-mon!” As well as dozens of other shouts from the crowd were blended into an array of harsh and cold sounds, all striking the telekinetic fighter like a shotgun to the chest.
John slammed his fists on the door and strained his vocal chords as he shouted several more threats, a few swears strung between his words as waves of applauses and catcalls washed over him, his voice lost in the chaos. Even from where she was standing, Kyra was unable to hear him over the sound of the ‘boos’ and hisses being spat towards her like venom into her blood stream. At last, everything began to settle in Kyra’s mind. The initial shock was over, and reality had set in. At last the telepath broke down into sobs, weeping to herself as she brought her hands over her face to block the food items and other pieces of trash being thrown at her. Whilst Kyra was enduring the emotional and physical oppression, John had begun to pace towards her. He held out his arms, as if open for a comforting embrace, but Kyra, who managed to bring her eyes to John’s for half a second, grabbed his bracer arm and placed his palm on her chest.
“Kyra?” The young man questioned to his younger leader, going to wipe a tear from Kyra’s face, but being stopped by her free hand. She was unable to speak for several moments, too choked up from her weeps. After a while of waiting for it to subside, Kyra gave up and spoke in broken up, blubbered sentences in hopes of being understood as the audience grew impatient and the noise level in the stadium dropped slightly.
“You don’t have to lie anymore, John. They told me everything. How you hate Abaddon and me for killing Damon. How you wanted ‘us’ to burn forever-”
“Kyra! I didn’t mean that!” John retorted frantically, feeling just as broken as Kyra when seeing her this distressed. “They didn’t tell me it was you!”
“Stop lying and say it!” Kyra screamed, finally staring John in the eyes, one glimmering line of tears going down her eye, and another that formed beneath her mask and dripped down her chin and neck. She leaned into John’s hand, pressing it harder against her right chest cavity, where her heart was.
“Just say ‘Fire’.”
She was utterly and truly devastated, and it was his fault. He shook his head and tried to fight her grip, unable to pull his arm away despite how feeble her appearance made her look. “Kyra, no! I’m not going to say it, I’m not going to hurt you!” He replied desperately, the pained look in Kyra’s eyes remaining despite his words. “You don’t have to lie anymore, I know you hate me. You know everyone is better off without me.”
“Kyra. Stop it!” Kyra flinched when hearing John’s volume rise suddenly in an attempt to regain her attention. “I’m going to get us out of here. We are NOT fighting each other.”
“We have to, John.”
Kyra’s voice became unusually calm and the sobbing subsided for the most part, she watched as John gave her a blank look in confusion. He looked from the crowd and back to her before questioning. “Why?”
“Because if you don’t kill me. It’s going to kill you.”
Although John had never personally witnessed Abaddon nor seen the damage it could cause, he knew that in the tone Kyra was talking upon mentioning the demon, this wasn’t to be taken lightly. Kyra could faintly hear the sound of John inhaling, reaching out and loosening Kyra’s grip on his arm before lowering it back to his side. Once it was time to let out his breath, he used the air to form one last sentence. “I’m not going to fight you, Kyra.”
Kyra felt a wave of pain shoot up her spine almost instantaneously, the entire stadium was at a stand-still as she twitched and had to physically take a step back in order to regain her balance from the shock. Her eyes widened as she lost control of her lips, they formed a despicable smile beneath Kyra’s horrified gaze. The deep voice sent a violent tremor down John’s spine, as the near inhuman speech escaped from Kyra’s lips.
“And so, you will die.”
The audience suddenly sprung back to life, the roar of the crowd threatened to wash over Abaddon’s own as she blinked and a wave of cyan light flew from her unmasked eye and crashed into John’s face, temporarily blinding him as the demon stole ten feet in front of John and lashed her right arm towards him. The initial shock of Kyra’s change still lingered in John’s mind, so his reaction was sluggish but frantic. He ducked underneath the arm and fell to the ground when he lost his balance, scuffing the dirt with his feet as he kicked himself a few feet back from Abaddon. The demon grinned and brought her hand from her face to the ground, removing her worn skin-colored mask before tossing it to the floor. It shattered upon impact with the ground and revealed the demon’s hideous scar. Another round of sounds from the crowd filled the stadium as John wildly clawed at the ground, feeling an invisible force tug against his leg and pulling him closer to his former friend. He tried shifting his weight around whilst being dragged as he felt several handfuls of the terrain beneath him crawl into his pant legs and under his fingernails.
“You squirm like a helpless blind worm, it’s quite amusing.” Abaddon cooed, abruptly balling her hand up into a fist as something in John’s ankle was warped in a very violent way. “Go ahead and scream. It’s not like you’ll look any more stupid given who you decided to battle today.”
Abaddon could almost hear the sound of John grinding his teeth as the slightly dull, but powerful pain throbbed in his right ankle, pulsing throughout his entire foot at the pace of his heartbeat. He could feel a pressure against his neck, slowly pushing him off the ground and straightening his back until he was standing up straight and dangling about two inches in the air. He kicked his legs in a desperate attempt to get down, and his plea was answered. His feet came in contact with the floor once again, causing him to stumble forward to regain his balance from the surprise.
“Hit me.”
John didn’t want to talk to this spawn inside of Kyra, he merely gave it a confused look. For such a boastful and powerful demon, that seemed very unlike her. Before he was given a chance to think over it, he felt a fist slam into his gut, knocking him back a foot. He used his back leg to catch himself only a few degrees from falling over onto his back. He straightened himself to see Abaddon’s arm extended out where he was once standing, a wicked grin stretched across her face.
“Go on…hit me.”
John immediately saw where this was going, and swore to himself. He’d never forgive himself if he had to hurt Kyra, but at the same time, she’d never forgive herself if she ever hurt him. Either way, someone was going to have to fight to get out of this. It was either going to be him, or her.
What do I do?
“Kuhf-” John felt another invisible blow strike his lower abdomen, he dug his feet into the dirt to hold his ground, but upon impact, the strike skidded his entire body about two feet back before he fell to a knee to try and catch his breath. He coughed twice, allowing his lungs to realign themselves back with the rhythm of his diaphragm, oxygen returned to him once more.
“You take too long.” Abaddon replied in an almost modulated fashion, but in a very expressible and bored manner. However, life and lust sprung back into the demon’s voice after she spoke again. “So I’ll go first.”
John could feel the immediate sensation of a harsh warmth nearing his body. A cold hand gripped the collar of his shirt and yanked him forward, disorienting the braced fighter as his head whipped back before flying forward again. He shivered at the sound of Abaddon’s heavy breathing, he could feel the warmth growing more persistent when Abaddon’s right hand drew closer as a crackling sound burst through the air and rattled in John’s ears. Immediately knowing what was to come in a few seconds, John threw his left leg out towards Abaddon’s body, slamming the tip of his shoe against the demon’s stomach. The shock of the blow caused the energy ball floating in the demon’s hand to dissipate almost instantly.
“Kah!” Abaddon released her grip on the human as she pulled her hands towards her gut, gasping for air and letting out a hate filled snarl once regaining her breath.
“Come on, Kyra. You can fight it!” The demon heard John shouting as he jumped to the right to avoid Abaddon charging towards him. He caved into Abaddon’s wishes at last, activating his bracer and watching the extravagant designs carved around the weapon glow a faded white, indicating it was ready to use.
“Smoke!”
A vehement ‘Schhhh!’ sound could be heard as a small gray ball flew from John’s bracer and exploded into a massive cloud of smoke the second it hit the floor, mild toxins filling the lungs of both fighters. Through Abaddon’s muffled hacks, John, being more used to the smolder, continued to speak. “You can fight it, Kyra. You’re one of the strongest people I know!” She could see John whirl around at the sound of her snarl covered up by violent coughs. But given the demon’s bright blue eyes were throwing light though the fog, she couldn’t have given him a better target to aim for. As John began closing in on the demon however, Abaddon spotted his silhouette through the thick fumes. The demonic woman lunged at John, catching him off guard once he was pinned to the ground by two pale hands. Added weight was pressed onto his wrists by a telekinetic force.
“She’s only strong because of ME!” The demon bellowed, scowling with her sharp white teeth. With one of her arms, she moved it off of John’s wrist, transitioning the hand up his