Flashy looked in Pablo’s eyes and for the first in his life he saw fire in someone’s eyes.
Pablo’s words were powerful. They were meant to give courage to Flashy. But instead, those words gave Flashy something else.
Devotion.
"Number 98! Hurry up!" Diablo shouted.
"Boss," Flashy said. "I will go. Thank you."
"Good. Give him hell."
Pablo let go of Flashy’s shoulders and Flashy finally stood up.
"Oh. So 98 is you. No wonder you weren’t getting up to fight." Diablo said and everyone laughed.
Flashy clenched his fists and walked towards the stage anyway.
"Coward!"
"Wimp!"
"His father threw him out of the house!"
’These must be his siblings.’ Pablo looked at the guests and some of them were throwing insults at Flashy.
It was two girls and two men.
’One brother is not here. He must be the eldest one.’ Pablo saw their faces and he would remember them for the future.
Flashy tried his best to just focus on the circle and he kept remembering Pablo’s words.
’I am a Monster too.’
’I am a Monster too.’
’I am a Monster too.’
Like that, he finally reached the circle and stood inside it.
Number 47 stood in front of him and Flashy gritted his teeths and looked him in the eye.
His fear was slowly washing away.
"Dear Guests, vote for your favorites. Number 47 and Number 98." Diablo said and everyone pushed buttons on their devices.
After five seconds, everyone looked at the screen and the result was :
Number 47 - 2000 Million
Number 98 - 0
Silence ensued on the ground and after a second…
"Pfft."
"Hahahahahaha!!"
"As expected!"
"I hope you die!"
"The symbiote will be wasted on him!"
Every single person laughed as no one out of two thousand people placed their money on Flashy.
’Even she didn’t bet on him.’
Pablo’s eyes were on Sera and Sera felt his gaze.
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She looked at him and just shrugged.
’Yeah. Can’t blame her. It’s all on Flashy.’
"Anyway. Now that the betting is over. Would you all like to see the fight?"
"Yeah!"
"Kill him!"
"Kill!"
Everyone was eager and Flashy’s siblings wanted him dead.
"Haha. Alright. Alright. Candidates, are you ready?" Diablo asked.
"Yeah. Too easy." Number 47 said.
Flashy just nodded.
"Well then. You shall fight in…" Diablo began the countdown and every one did it with him.
"Three!"
"Two!"
"Oneeee!!"
Flashy bent his knees and jumped.
’I didn’t tell him how to win. How will he pull this off?’ Pablo was somewhat worried.
Nevertheless, he just watched it.
"He ran away!"
"Hahahaha. Coward!"
Everyone laughed as Flashy was high in the air.
Number 47 was inside the circle and he decided to show some style.
He put his hands behind his head and smiled at Sera.
’If I defeat this guy then she will start liking me instead. What a good day it is.’
47 did his best to show his non-existing muscles. For him, he was already the winner of the fight.
"This is boring."
"Disqualify him!"
"He ran away!"
"Coward!"
’All of them are idiots.’
"Huh? How so?" Cupid asked. She was worried about Flashy.
’They don’t know the simple rule of gravity.’
"What rule?"
Pablo smiled. ’Whatever goes up…"
BOOMMM!!
’Comes crashing right back down.’
A huge impact happened inside the circle and all the mockery and laughter stopped.
Dust arose from the impact and no one uttered a single word.
The impact was loud and everyone wanted to see what it was.
And when the dust finally settled down, everyone saw what actually happened.
Flashy stood inside the circle and as their eyes went down, they all saw what was beneath his feet.
It was number 47.
"He is here! Everyone! 98 has returned!" Diablo announced with all the enthusiasm he could manage.
All the guests were hyped up as well. They couldn’t believe their eyes.
Number 47 was beneath Flashy’s feet with his face covered with blood.
"Ugh." 47 coughed blood and that told everyone he was still alive.
"He is still alive, everyone!" Diablo shared.
"Not for long." Flashy spoke his first words and this was the first time when everyone heard Flashy saying something seriously.
He picked 47 up by his neck and put him back down on the ground again.
But this time, Flashy put 47 on the ground in such a way that his siblings were in front of him.
Flashy gave them a glare and his siblings jolted back.
He kept his eyes on them and…
BAM!
Punched 47 in the face.
"I am a Monster too."
BAM!
"I am a Monster too."
BAM!
"I am a fucking Monster tooo!!"
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
"I."
Flashy stopped punching.
"Am."
He brought back his head.
"A."
He clenched his teeths.
"Monster."
He held the collar of 47.
"Toooo!!"
BAMM!
Flashy landed a devastating head butt at the face of 47 and that was enough to splatter the blood.
THUD!
Flashy let go of 47 and stood up.
"He is dead." He said, spitting blood.
Silence.
Utter silence.
All the guests, candidates were silent.
Some had their mouths wide open and some were rubbing their eyes to see if what they saw was real or not.
But there was one man who welcomed this change with open arms.
CLAP!
CLAP!
CLAP!
A single person stood up from among the candidates and clapped for the coward.
And after that, everyone’s hands moved on their own and soon, Flashy received not just claps, but applause.
"Number 98 won this fight! What a great turn of events. It is the birth of someone new. This is what the military does to you. This boy, no. This Man’s name is…"
Diablo shouted the loudest this time and in front of everyone he revealed the name :
"Flashy Raillll!!"
The whole ground was full of claps now.
"That was so cool, man."
"You are a monster too!"
"That was awesome!"
They all cheered and Flashy kept his eyes on his siblings.
His face was all bloodied and his hatred for his siblings made his glare ten times scarier.
"I was born on 25th November but today, on 26th January, 2025 is…"
Flashy turned his head at the remaining candidates and he looked at a particular person—Pablo Castillo.
"My Real Birthday."