Day Four

[Karl Jak]

Dante’s Abyss 2015 Finale
Doomguy, Mickey Mouse, Sasuke Uchiha

A man who had no right to be living rose up out of the dust of broken concrete. Sasuke Uchiha watched with somberly as the blast of plasma tore apart the bizarre, foul-mouthed mercenary. Something wet and fetid smacked the ground near the ninja’s feet with a wet thwack. He didn’t need to look down, and part of him didn’t want to look down at the dead mercenary’s final trophy.

When the green dust settled, Sasuke came rushing out, the ultima weapon clenched in both hands. From the other direction, the little mouse came running toward the marine with the massive gun. Doomguy turned and ripped back on the trigger, his eyes lighting up as the plasma blast shot toward his opponents, scattering them into the wind like…

Like…

A plastic bag. A damn plastic bag, drifting through the wind. Fuck… you people can’t do anything without me around.

Hush.

Doomguy stepped forward, his eyes searching for his victims through the haze. He didn’t have to wait long until the mouse popped up, his hammer swinging forward and discharging a bolt of lightning that hit the marine’s chest, lifting him up off the ground and throwing him backwards onto a heap of twisted rubble.

On impact, there was the sound of metal crunching against stone, but with it, the discernable sound of armor failing and flesh being compromised. It took a single glance down to see that a piece of steel beam—three inches in diameter—had been forced up through the marine’s back, through one of his lungs, and out his chest. The marine growled as the BFG dropped to the ground. Not like this…

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Mickey Mouse knew he was so close to being free. He was so close to escape and an attempt to salvage something from this horrible ordeal. Why… why had he come here in the first place? It felt like a lifetime ago that he’d made the decision that led him to this island. This burial ground for an innocence he thought he’d never lose.

The marine slumped against where he had fallen. He was done. Mickey didn’t know much about death or dying—at least he didn’t before this island—but he didn’t expect a man to live with a spike impaled through him. Part of him, perhaps the second voice whispering in the darkest recess of his mind, wanted him to rush over and bash the man’s face with the hammer.

But the mouse would cling to what fragment of innocence remained.

He turned from the bleeding warrior and set his sights on Sasuke Uchiha, who stood grinning amidst the wreckage of the clinic. In his hands, the ninja grasped the Ultima Weapon—the Chidori Blade. The lightning sword represented a watershed event in the Abyss. It had been anointed in the blood of nearly a half dozen primes.

Mickey Mouse clutched Mjolnir—the only other weapon dropped onto the island by the good folks at Syntex.

The ultimate weapon, and opposed to it… the tool of a god.

Lightning Sword. Lightning Hammer.

If he were still alive, the mercenary would have pointed out the irony, but the pile of charred parts had no final retort.

Mickey and Sasuke charged at one another. A bolt of lightning thundered from the hammer. The ninja planted his foot and held out the Chidori Blade, and as the mouse watched, the bolt struck the sword and seemed to split apart and dissipate.

The king, the last king standing atop a mountain of forty-three corpses, dashed forward, swinging the hammer. Sasuke’s blade came to meet it, and the impact released a thunderclap and ring of lightning that momentarily blinded the two warriors. Both back away, their eyes blinking as they tried to dispel the flurry of white patches that obscured whatever vision remained.

Another thunderclap boomed, but this one came from up on high. The primes looked up and felt tiny raindrops start to spatter across their faces. It was refreshing, if even for that fleeting moment before they remembered only one of them would survive. Mickey was first to spring forward, his lithe form quicker than Sasuke as Mjolnir veered toward the man’s chest. The ninja hopped over his opponent—a luxury he couldn’t afford when fighting someone his own size. When Sasuke landed, he spun, the Chidori Blade crackling through the air.

But Mickey Mouse was already gone.

Spinning sharply, Sasuke spotted the mouse a few feet away.

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There was a flash of lightning in the sky above.

Twenty yards away, there was a flash of lightning on the ground as the two weapons collided once more. The impact and the heat instantly vaporized the falling rain, leaving the two primes briefly in a completely dry dome of air before fresh rain fell down to fill the gaps.

That second clash stirred the marine, snapping him from his unconsciousness. He experienced a quick moment of confusion before it was replaced by rage and anger as everything flooded right back to him. He looked down, his bloodshot eyes finding the jagged metal rod jutting through his insides, threatening to leave him to bleed out like a stuck pig.

To die like a lesser man… as if he were some green-faced recruit whimpering for his mama as he bled out on the battlefield.

He had stared into the legions of hell and relished every moment of it. He would not end here. Not now.

“I refuse!” The marine screamed as the skies above light up and the rain started to fall faster. He spat out the blood in his mouth as he grabbed the piece of steel jutting out through his armor. He pulled himself forward just enough that he could twist his other fist around and punch the other side of the bar, breaking it free from the concrete.

The marine slid to the wet ground and reached for his weapon. It hummed to life, and something about the warmth he felt from it numbed some of agony. He rose to his feet and turned as the would-be gods did battle.

Mickey and Sasuke broke apart from another tangle—their eyes burning holes into the other.

Neither had made a mistake yet. As both searched their minds for a plan, they had their decision made for them by a blast of plasma. Scorching through the dark, rain-filled air, the mass hit the ground near to them and erupted, throwing the two of them like children.

Mickey hit the ground hard, his shoulder snapping in its socket. He lost the grip on his hammer and rolled a few more yards before his momentum expired. Bloody and covered in mud, the mouse rose to his feet, and as he moved to step, his leg gave out underneath him. He looked back to see that he’d lost a foot a part of his shin in the explosion. The orgosynth spurned him forward, but the mouse’s body was battered and broken. He turned and watched as the plasma blast soared toward him.

In a blast of green, the mouse king was gone, his legacy a tiny crater admist the misery-filled landscape of the clinic.

Doomguy scowled as the dust settled.

No gods.

No kings.

Only men.

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#14 Mickey Mouse DEAD
Two Primes Remain

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