I should probably raise the rating now to M for Mature.

But you know what? You see worse gore in movies like 300 and Gladiator

And you hear worse language in high school hallways…

I think were all mature enough for this.

Just know this, you've been warned.

X

Kursed was running, running as fast as she could away straight into the heard of darkness. It was dark all around her, she didn't have the slightest clue where she was but all she knew was to keep running…It was dark all around her, she couldn't see a foot in front of her in any direction. The scared vixen turned her head backwards for a slight moment, her pursuer right on her tail with her flashing red eyes staring straight at her as they came closer and closer…

Once more I'll say goodbye to you…

Things happen, but we don't really know why…

Kursed heard the words around her, but no one around to say them; they sounded loud enough like someone was saying them right in her ears, but they sounded soft, smooth and gentle…She looked back to the darkness again as a flash of lighting came across lighting the area for a brief second. In that moment's enlightenment did she see her pursuer; a grey furred vixen with black hair with white and red bangs, wearing an evil smile as she came closer and closer to the fleeing vixen…

If it's supposed to be like this

Why do most of us ignore the chance to miss…?

Oh yeah…

Kursed tried to run faster and faster, but her pursuer could easily catch up with her. She had no clue where she was running or even where she was headed, but anywhere was better then here; anything to get away from that hateful glare…

Torn apart by at the seams and my dreams turn to tears

I'm not feeling this situation…

Run away try to find that safe place you can hide

The best place to be when you're feeling like…

Me! (Me)

Yeah! (Yeah)

All these things I hate revolve around

Me (Me)

Yeah! (Yeah)

Just back off before I snap…

The words instantly got loud and rough like yelling, a flash of thunder came just as they had gotten harsh, and Kursed found herself stopping right in her tracks at the top of a huge cliff that fell all the way into the blackness below. She stopped right in time to avoid falling off, but was loosing her balance…

Kursed turned around as another flash of lighting passed, her pursuer was getting closer. The thunder flashed more often and each and every time the grey vixen descended upon her farther and farther, getting ever so close. Kursed looked to her right to see Fox giving her an emotionless stare. Then heard those same soft words again in her ears as she began to tear up…

Once more you tell those lies to me…

Why can't you just be straight up with honesty?

When you say those things in my ear

Why do you always tell me what you wanna hear?

Oh yeah (yeah!)

Kursed looked back towards the vixen coming closer, to find her being no more then a mere foot away. The blue vixen stepped back a bit but lost her balance due to nearly going over the edge. She tried to regain her balance, beginning to panic…

Wear your heart on your sleeve, make things hard to believe

I'm not feeling this situation…

Run away try to find that safe place you can hide

The best place to be when you're feeling like…

Me! (Me)

Yeah! (Yeah)

All these things I hate revolve around

Me (Me)

Yeah! (Yeah)

The words got rough and loud yet again, startling Kursed and throwing her off balance. The blue vixen fell over the ledge beginning to descend downwards into the dark, but grabbed onto the ledge just at the last second. She tried to pull herself up but couldn't, it felt like her strength was leaving her while she was loosing her grip…

She looked up and met gaze with the grey furred vixen as she stared downwards at Kursed over the edge of the cliff. The mysterious vixen wore a strange look on her face, she held hatred for Kursed, but couldn't help to show a bit of sadness and guilt…

Just back off before I snap and you'll

See! (Me!)

Me! (Me!)

All these things I hate revolve around

Me! (Me!)

Yeah! (Yeah!)

Just back off before I snap…

The words kept echoing through Kursed skull, was it this vixen who was saying them in her head? Just what did this message mean?

Kursed looked over to Fox who wore that same stare that the grey vixen wore as he stood right behind her, staring deep into Kursed's eyes…

"Fox please! Help me!" Kursed begged as her grip slid some more. But the vulpine just kept his stance; he didn't even budge towards helping Kursed up. She was shocked; Fox wasn't making the slightest move to save her from certain death…

With no words spoken Fox began to walk away from Kursed, never once looking back at her…

Torn apart by at the seams and my dreams turn to tears

I'm not feeling this situation…

Run away try to find that safe place you can hide

The best place to be when you're feeling like me

"Fox no please! Don't leave me!"

Kursed could feel the swarm of tears in her eyes; she slipped down even farther being ever so close from loosing her grip completely. She looked back to see Fox's back turned towards her, then vanishing in the darkness. Kursed turned her attention towards the grey vixen who kept her stare, looking directly over the blue vixen holding on for dear life…

(It's the best place to be when you're!)

The grey vixen instantly stomped on Kursed's right paw, she letting out a loud cry of pain. After the attacker picked up her boot did Kursed retract her paw, now holding onto the ledge with just a single paw. She looked into the emotionless eyes of the grey vixen as she began to take her form over Kursed's other paw…

The blue vixen looked down to where she was going to fall in just a mere moment; but caught out the shape of something at the very bottom. It was just a blue blur, but as she looked closer and focused in…Could she tell it was a body; a body of a vixen. Her eyes bolted wide when she figured out it were Krystal's lifeless corpse at the bottom of this hell hole…

Me! (Me!)

Yeah! (Yeah!)

All these things I hate revolve around

Me! (Me!)

Yeah! (Yeah!)

Just back off before I snap

She stomped on Kursed's other paw, the blue vixen let out another shrill of pain. She kept on for as long as she could, and looked up to her assaulter one last time…

"Go where you belong and join her."

Kursed lost her grip as she began to descend into the black. Those words echoed through her head one last time before she would meet her untimely demise…And join with the early deceased vixen…

And you'll

See! (Me!)

Me! (Me!)

All these things I hate revolve around

Me! (Me!)

Yeah! (Yeah!)

Just back off before I snap…

She couldn't feel the pain from the impact of the fall; all Kursed could feel was her life dimming away into the nothing. Finally joining Krystal…

(These are the lyrics to the song All The Things I Hate – By Bullet For My Valentine. You guys should definitely listen to it! ^^)

X

Hayte opened her eyes, blinking rapidly as everything came into focus and she fit the pieces together. It was just…a dream, and a strange one at that. The grey furred vixen sat up in her bed slowly, trying to regain her thoughts as she stretched her muscles from her sleep. Hayte's had strange dreams in past lives, but this one stood out above all the rest. What did it mean exactly?

Kursed didn't exist anymore, so why would that vixen be present in her dreams? Maybe she still lived, but was only hidden; just like how Krystal was at one time…But Hayte took the dream in a different point a view; a message. It seemed like Kursed was trying to come back up to the surface, she wasn't quite dead yet…

Hayte took the dream in a different perspective, a message. It was a message to Kursed if she still existed to just back-off, and stay dead…

But Hayte couldn't care less, and soon forgot about the whole thing as she picked herself up out of the bed; she had to get ready. The grey furred vixen's first match was today, within an elimination chamber with nine other Royalists, and she still had yet to upgrade her gear from the points she had received…

The vixen walked on over towards the gear chamber in her room, she looked at her suit with a disgusted look; black with blue stripes? That needed to change…Her fingers danced over the keypad as the suit changed to many different colors, as Hayte couldn't decide on what colors to change the suit to.

She finally stopped on the primary color of the suit to a faded white color, with a hint of grey in it…Now she needed to change the stripes. She couldn't have a bright color be the counter part of the suit, she needed something to symbolize her with…Then it hit her, the suit was white; the bangs in her hair were white and red…Hayte searched through the color banks until she landed on her primary choice, a blood red just like her hair…

The grey vixen turned her attention towards her weapons, she had yet to spend her points on just what to upgrade and make her weapons stronger and deadlier…That or she could boost up the defenses in her suit, but with the hate fueling her strength and speed; was that really necessary?

Firion did tell her that upgrading her guns probably wasn't the smartest move; as you didn't need them in the third round at all and very little as well in the final round. So it came down to melee weapons…Just what exactly? Hayte had her wolf claws, her assassin's blade, the dual black beam swords and her electro whip…That she had even yet to use…

She couldn't be weapon heavy in these fights; she had to keep her arsenal light but still destructive. Hayte decided it was probably best to upgrade the swords. She didn't know exactly how this system worked; the machine specifically told her how many points she had, and the options of the weapons she could upgrade along with the point costs.

She made both swords of equal strength increasing their destructive capabilities; now the swords required less strength to cause more damage, Hayte even added a function to the blades…They had a chance to drain her opponent when the blades came in contact with flesh, also now having the capability of joining the two blades together on the hilts. Hayte decided that the electro whip would probably come in handier then the assassin's blade or the wolf claws, besides she had even yet to use it; with a new debut, you needed new weapons… Hayte increased the length of her whip, and added the function of it clamping onto an enemy and stealing energy away to fuel her power.

With the last of her points Hayte decided it was probably best to give some type of defense boost to her suit. The suit increased many of its wearers attributes…Speed, strength, dexterity, reflexes, stamina, all kinds. With the hate fueling her strength and speed, and her weapons replenishing her stamina; Hayte decided to add the last of her points into her reflexes and dexterity. Now she would be graceful at slicing and dicing her opponents as she was at some mindless task.

With all these boosts Hayte thought she had made the right choices; she would be unstoppable. After shutting down her machine did she decide to grab a little breakfast before her match. As she headed out the door did she stop by the coffee table and pick up her prize, Tyranny's championship belt. The grey vixen threw it over her shoulder; he never came to pick it up. But with the wound she left him how could he…

She smiled evilly as she walked out the door, wondering if the champion would ever come and get it back.

X

Game Master Firion a moment of your time please. What has happened to your fighter Kursed? She's disappeared and scheduled to fight mere hours from now; aren't you worried she won't show up in time?

Firion had just been caught by the media as he surveyed the process of setting up the Elimination Chamber; out of all of the events and matches throughout the Death Tour this one was his favorite. Ten Royalists locked up in a huge cage filled with deadly traps and close quarter combatants. He was so glorified with the arena the large grey vulpine could have forgotten all about the reporters, that is if they would stop snapping pictures of him…

"Oh don't you worry about Kursed, she'll be here." Firion irritably said as he walked away from the reporters, though as a Game Master you couldn't leave the press with such an empty statement…

"Just be there, I promise you'll be highly entertained. Probably need to clothe up in some rain gear as well, that probably wouldn't be a bad idea." The large vulpine cackled as he left the Royalist Battle Chamber.

They were confused, what did he mean by that? The huge group of media followed the grey vulpine all the way out the arena doors and then some.

X

Fox tackled round after round of drinks, the migraine in his head hadn't cleared yet; in fact it felt foggier then ever. What happened to Kursed? Something must have happened between the time of his department and arrival, something he missed; how could she change so much in so little time?

The vulpine looked horrible, he smelt like hard liquor and a bit of tobacco with a hint of sadness as his eyes were a bit puffed up and bloodshot red. He held onto his current shot tightly as these thoughts relished through his head, and then downed his problems with that last swig.

Tyranny sat in the same bar a few feet away from Fox as he was wrapped up tightly across his chest. He was still dazed at what the hell happened to him, and who the hell that vixen was. He rubbed his muzzle all around as he probably had the same headache Fox had, and his chest still ached and stung badly whenever he moved frequently; he had to keep still for a while or else he would reopen the wound…

Hayte popped her neck and relieved the pressure as she walked in the same bar, eyeing the fact that Fox was sitting near the bartender. She thought how demoralized Fox could be, he sure didn't look or smell good, perhaps she could get a kick out of his hopeless state. She smiled impishly as she walked over towards the fallen vulpine, raising the belt over her shoulder in place yet again; it was much easier wearing it as an actual belt, but she got more praise and looks with it on her shoulder.

Tyranny spotted her out the moment she entered he bar, and took great interest at the fact his belt slinked over the grey vixens shoulder. It boiled his blood as he bawled up a fist with his paw, but kept silent…He couldn't take it back now; he was to heavily injured and just wanted lay low…

Fox took note to the grey vixen taking a seat next to him as she ordered what seemed like some type of breakfast and some liquor to go with it; but kept to himself. No one bothered to comfort or even be around the vulpine in his short time of misery as she tried to suck up and take grip on reality of what's happened to Kursed.

"McCloud, why so down?" He heard the voice of what he thought was the vixen sitting next to him, as she ate her breakfast without a care in the world. He looked over towards her taking a drink from her beverage; Hayte looked in the diminished gleam in his eyes, oh how the mighty have fallen…

"W-Who are you?" The confused vulpine asked, she could tell that the hard liquor had gotten to him over time, and was still a bit disoriented from all the drinks. Hayte found it a bit amusing and let out a small cackle through the chewing of her food.

"Who I am isn't important, you'll find out soon enough. What happened to you?" Hayte replied through half a mouth full of food; Fox still found it strange to why this vixen was asking him questions all of a sudden.

"Just some, crazy shit that took me by surprise."

"Oh really? To bad, maybe you should nap it out." Hayte crudely replied to the orange vulpine. She was a bit disappointed, Fox used to be so good at spotting people out for who they were; but maybe all these years and recent events destroyed that part of his brain. If he couldn't even figure out Kursed, she figured Hayte would be even harder…

Hayte was up and done in just a few minutes, wanting to get the hell away from Fox as he wreaked of cigarettes and beer. As she was about to depart did Hayte noticed Tyranny sitting near the back of the bar; and found it highly amusing as it looked like he was taking note of her the entire time she's been in here. When she turned directly at him did he wipe that smug look off his muzzle.

"Shit." The lupine whispered to himself as Hayte was walking towards him, wearing her still annoying ass smile. She parked herself right in front of his table, putting her paws on her hips as she smiled down evilly to the sitting lupine champion, taking great interest in his wounds…

"What the hell do you want?" He crudely asked as he picked up his glass to take a swig; Hayte quickly snatched it out of his grip and tossed it over her shoulder, she wasn't amused. Her look changed to an intensified glare of hate as she took the belt off over her shoulder and dropped it onto the table.

"Want this back?"

"Fuck off." Was his only reply and called the waiter for another round. Hayte just picked up the belt and held onto the binding strap with a single paw, this time she would put it around her small waist.

"Fine then, it suites me better anyway." She crudely said as Hayte was about to turn around and depart. Tyranny may have been injured, but wasn't about to be messed around with his pride. He got up to grab her wrist and turn her around to face him, though he didn't get that far with his plan.

Hayte immediately spun around, smacking the lupine straight across the muzzle with his belt falling him to the ground roughly. She finished like some graceful princess then walked back and hovered over the fallen champion, now even more injured then he was before. He really should let go of this pride of his…

Tyranny just laid there arms and legs fully extended on all sides, looking straight up at the ceiling with blood dripping out of his jaw. Hayte just gave him a hateful stare with her flared eyes; he was still confused on what just hit him.

"Don't touch me you shit talker. You couldn't take your belt back anyway. Like I said, it suites me better." Hayte made those words echo through the lupines skull as he closed his eyes when she hovered right over his face. Hayte had the attention from everyone in the bar, including Fox; but didn't care. Haters like Tyranny had to be put in their place…

Hayte made it clear to everyone that if you messed with her there would be a price to pay. She latched the belt onto her small waist in comparison and walked out of the bar; needing to prepare her statement to the entire Death Tour. She didn't give a shit anymore about anything, what people thought of her, what people would say behind her back, nothing at all. Hayte needed to prove a point to everyone in the Death Tour, the contestants, reporters, fans and the people on the side.

The message will be clear, Hayte is ready for a brawl, and only one thing was on her mind now…

"Fuck them all."

X

Welcome back to the Royal Death Tour and welcome us to our next upcoming event: Elimination Chamber! At my side this battle is my trusty co-anchor Gen.

Thanks Harvey, the last Royalists have been introduced; only Kursed remains. Though it's said she's disappeared, but Firion isn't worried at all. What trick could be hiding underneath his sleeve?

Well were about to find out!

The Elimination Chamber match was about to begin, the rules were simple: A free-for-all battle in the large fenced cage filled with traps and deadly twists for these fighters. Kursed was the last one left needed to enter the battle arena. The ten portraits were plastered across the floating board, they all lit up one by one as the contestants were introduced; but still one screen remained dark…

Many screaming fans cheered throughout the Royalist Battle Chamber, the last of Kursed's opponents entered the battle arena; now the same question lingered in everyone's mind…Where was she?

The group of Royalist friends gathered around the large plasma screen in one of the local bars, Kursed was the last Royalist to still enter the Elimination Chamber. They hadn't seen her at all since her's and Aeon's fight, they thought it would be very interesting.

Fox joined Nemesis and Firion in their private chambers to watch the fight, he was still a bit depressed of what Kursed had told him; but he felt obligated to watch the match. She's changed that much was obvious, now the only question was what changed her?

Suddenly all the lights within the Royalist Battle Chamber went dark, as they went out did the hearts of the other contestants speed up as they felt a bit uneasy. Only two of these ten contestants could survive throughout this match…

Everyone eyed their screens as Kursed's music began to play, it changed…To something much more hateful…

Undead! Undead!

As the words echoed throughout the arena did the lights flash on quickly, creating an ominous presence for the fighter; only the figure of her body could be seen in the flashes of light.

Undead! Undead!

Rockets were dispersed out as the song began to play, where the Royalist stood in a victory pose, the light shining down on her corrupted figure letting everyone know just who she was. Just who everyone's favorite fighter had become. Hayte began walking down the ramp slowly heading towards the Elimination Chamber with a wide maniacal grin, enjoying the theme of her new entrance. It was time to have some fun…

W-What the? What happened to Kursed!?

It seems like she's changed…

Well that's kind of obvious! I don't remember Kursed being Grey!

I kind of like it actually.

(Undead!)

You better get up out the way,

Tomorrow will rise so let's fight today.

You know I don't give a fuck what you think or say,

'Cause we gonna rock this whole place anyway.

(Undead!)

You better get up out the way,

Tomorrow will rise so let's fight today.

You know I don't give a fuck what you think or say,

'Cause we gonna rock this whole place anyway.

Everyone's eyes were wide, this wasn't Kursed; this couldn't be Kursed. This was something completely different…It was…

Introducing the last entry into this Elimination Chamber battle, no longer Kursed, only 'The Angel of Hate': Royalist – 666 Hayte!

Now I see that mother fucker writin' on the wall
When you see, J-3-T, thirty deep he's down to brawl

Fuck those haters I see, 'cause I hate that you breathe.
I see you duck, you little punk, you little fucking disease.
I got H.U. tatted on the front of my arm,
Boulevard, brass knuckles in the back of the car.

'Cause we drunk drive Cadillac's, we never go far.
But when you see us mother fuckers, better know who we are.

I got one thing to say to punk's ass who hate.
Mother fuckers don't know what, you better watch what you say.
From these industry fucks, to these faggot ass punks,
You don't know what it takes, to get this mother fucking drunk.

I'm already loud baby, It's a little too late.
Johnny's taking hands up, with all the faggots who hate.
'Cause I'm like God mother fucker and there's a price to pay,
Yeah, I'm a god mother fucker and it's judgment day!

(Lyrics to Undead – By Hollywood Undead, Yea kind of a filthy mouthed song but not bad ^^;)

The crowd screamed loudly as Hayte was introduced, Kursed had just got bigger among the fans; they could get used to that white and red battle suit. Hayte threw the champion ship belt of Tyranny's onto the ground before walking through the steel cage door of the Elimination Chamber, this battle stage was much larger then any battle arena she's been in as of yet. But she'll just have to get use to it; though sharing the chamber with nine other Royalists was going to be a problem…

Firion loved the expression on Fox's face, as he couldn't believe what's happened to Kursed, what happened so dramatically for her to turn her into this? This monster of hate and bloodlust. Keira, Mauradin and Lyrik were all surprised as hell, they couldn't believe it either. Dark wore a sly smile on his muzzle, things were about to heat up here. Aeon dropped the glass of liquor in her paws and let the glass fall all the way down to the ground, shattering into a million pieces; just like their trust and respect for Kursed…

(Undead!)

You better get up out the way,

Tomorrow will rise so let's fight today.

You know I don't give a fuck what you think or say,

'Cause we gonna rock this whole place anyway.

(Undead!)

You better get up out the way,

Tomorrow will rise so let's fight today.

You know I don't give a fuck what you think or say,

'Cause we gonna rock this whole place anyway.

Hayte's theme ended and the lights went up as she looked all around her; most of the Royalists were focusing their gaze on her, probably thinking she would be the main competition in this fight. But it's not going to be easy to be watching your back against nine other fighters. Some took up battle positions; other's kept their steadied gaze on one another, some on Hayte herself. But the grey vixen just stood in place and closed her eyes, intoning to the fight and the requiem for these poor Royalists.

Let the death match begin!

Hayte opened her sadistic gaze and activated her electro whip immediately latching onto the ankle of the nearest Royalist around her; a sea breeze feathered female falcon. She let out a loud shrill of pain as the clamp dug deep into her leg, draining her energy strength while at the same time being electrically tortured, the whip automatically adjusted itself to match the distance between Hayte and the falcon. The energy flowed through the weapon and up into Hayte as purple 'clumps' of energy was reinforcing the grey vixen. After the zapping of her strength the falcon became weary and already fell to one knee, there was no way to get this clamp off of her; but soon it wouldn't matter…

At first the other Royalists were merely gawking in awe at the zapped falcon, but then soon got busy fighting one another; it was no surprise that no one was coming to her aid trying to take on Hayte, but no one was supposed to be allied with one another anyway.

Hayte yanked back her electro whip, the falcon flying in the air right towards her. The grey vixen activated one of her beam swords in her left paw as she prepared for the falcons coming. In one beautiful flawless strike did Hayte drive the blade right through her stomach and pin her to the chamber floor in the blink of an eye. Blood flew up into Hayte's face and landed all around her as she kneeled over the falcon's broken body, as the impaled Royalist began to lose her grip on reality. But Hayte left her alone. Drained of strength combined with the intense bleeding and the impalement to the arena floor; she would be dead in a matter of minutes…

Though the other Royalists were fighting one another, they all switched their gazes to Hayte as she had just taken out one competitor in the blink of an eye. The blood covered vixen looked all around her; she could tell in the eyes of the Royalists they had all come to an unspoken agreement to stand against her, after she was dead would they compete against one another. They all took up arms around her and slowly started to descend against her, making sure to be careful…

Whoa look at that! It seems like the other Royalists have come to some agreement to take out Hayte first!

Well that's never happened before, this match is already getting real interesting!

Hayte activated her other beam sword and took up a fighting stance against the rest of the Royalists; showing an evil smile as she could tell some of them wanted to charge right at her…Little did they know that's exactly what she wanted.

"Come on."

A male raccoon Royalist began to charge at Hayte. As he closed in and swung his beam sword at her did Hate duck low and slide to dodge, at the same time did Hayte swing behind her with all her might across the raccoon's legs, slicing right through them in an up-swinging motion. As his body flipped up and around did Hayte drive the blade downwards through his heart ending him instantly…

The crowd cheered loudly, some hid their eyes from the gore filled scene while some fans' eyes popped due to the love of it. Blood dripped off of Hayte's frontal arms as she pulled her blade out of the now deceased raccoon and turned towards the rest of the Royalists. She let a loud cackle as she could tell most were stunned and frozen with fear. Most Royalists had their mouths opened and eyes wide, some even threw down their arms and began to back away from Hayte; those are the ones she would end first…

"Don't run!" Hayte screamed out as she latched the hilt of her beam sword to the end of her electro whip turning it into some type of deadly tipped whip, and struck out against a pacifist Royalist, the blade drove the poor coyote's stomach impaling her all the way through. But Hayte didn't stop there; the blue horrified male rabbit standing next to the impaled coyote was petrified in place with fear, a life costing mistake…

Hayte swung and yanked the whip outwards towards the right, the blade cutting right through the internal organs of the coyote and dispersing out from her left side right above her hip. The gore thriving vixen continued yanking her bladed electro whip right through the rabbit Royalist. Blood was thrown everywhere around him, covering a few of the Royalists standing nearby…

Her blade cleared through him in a mere moment, his fearful gaze now completely blank of all emotion and life, blood started to flow heavily out through his opened jaw. As he fell back dead was it clearly visible Hayte had cut completely through the Royalist as his upper body was severed from his lower body. A huge sickening thick puddle of blood formed around the two halves from the now lifeless rabbit…

Oh my god that's sick!

Ugh…Don't look.

Lyrik gagged violently to the crazy, bloody scene. Keira and Mauradin looked away from the sickening scene; they didn't need to see things like that. Small tears began to form in Fox's eyes, how could Kursed be driven to carry out horrible acts like this?

The last remaining Royalists had their eyes as wide as they could possibly be; no one has ever seen something as gory and bloody as this before. The fans definitely got their monies worth for this match. Hayte yanked back her electro whip, taking the blood dripping blade out from its clamp and taking it back into her left paw. Hayte closed her eyes and held the hilt of the blade up above her head, blood dripping down and landing on the top of her head, dripping down all around her face and neck like thick sweat…

She opened her sadistic eyes towards the five remaining Royalists, some more fearful then others; she found it amusing as one Royalist still held a blade against her, though the vulpine's arm was shaking violently as he held fearful eyes underneath his brave expression. Hayte decided to give him some type of fighting chance, the vixen deactivated her beam sword and tucked the hilt away and called back her electro whip, giving the vulpine a taunting gesture.

He figured it was now or never, and better to strike now when she's unarmed. The brave vulpine began to charge quickly at Hayte, as he neared her did he strike horizontally; though Hayte easily ducked under and struck from below. The empowered vixen drove her fist straight through his neck and drived all the way through the other end of his throat…

Hayte's right fist was completely bloody red, lots of the barely alive vulpine running down her arm and dripping off her fist, blood splattered all around in a small wave landing mainly on Hayte's chest and face. He dropped the blade and gave up on life, now resting on the impaled fist through his throat. Hayte had to kick the body off to get the deceased Royalist off of her arm…

D-Did she just drive her fist through his throat?

It…Seems so…

How is anyone that strong!? To punch through the tissue and bone!?

Although Hayte relished the carnage she was creating all for herself, she was getting a bit bored of how the rest of the Royalists were terrified to death; one of the vixen's even fell to her knee's and broke into a full blown cry…Pathetic…

Four Royalists remained alive. Hayte figured she would the vixen cry it out before she was put to rest, she still had other toys to play with. Though they all tried to stay as far back away from the grey vixen as possible, but backing off wouldn't save them. Hayte walked on over to the now dead falcon and yanked out her other beam sword and withdrew the blade back. She then reactivated her electro whip and positioned herself carefully…

In the blink of an eye did she throw and latch the needle like grasp of her whip onto the ankle of a white furred lupine. He tried to squirm and break free from his grasp, though Hayte didn't give him a chance. Almost immediately after the attachment had been made did she yank him forward, the lupine flying quickly right for Hayte, though instead of being killed by her did she have another amusing death in mind for the Royalist…

Right as they were about to meet did Hayte move out of the way, and the lupine flew right towards one of the large spikes hanged up across the caged battle ground. The lupine slammed fast and hard against the caged wall, the spike easily being driven through his mouth to the back of his head due to the velocity. Small clumps of tissue hanged near the pointed end of the spike, now completely covered in blood, dripping at a steady pace. The lupines lifeless body hanged a foot in the air from the spike on the caged wall.

The fans were truly thrilled in this match, it was amazing just how much gore they could contain in their stomachs. Most of them at least. Hayte loved this battle, she felt so invincible, so alive; as the torturous deaths she was giving to her 'opponents' required tremendous strength and energy to fulfill, yet she was hardly winded from the mass killing spree.

Three Royalists remained; the crying vixen remained in the center of the last Two Royalists. Then it struck Hayte, two Royalists had to live in every battle, she couldn't kill them all…She figured since the vixen completely offered her life to her and begged to be spared, her wish should be fulfilled. The blood covered vixen attached the two hilts of her beam swords to one another, creating a bloody double bladed sword.

"Think fast!" Hayte roared out as she threw her double bladed sword like a boomerang straight towards the Royalist on the vixen's right, the blade drove straight through him, severing his core just like she did to the halved rabbit. Hayte threw out her electro whip and latched onto the center hilt of the double bladed sword, yanking it back but making sure the Royalist on the vixens left would be caught in the line of return. The spinning blade sliced right through the stunned blue female avian, decapitating her in an instant as her head flung off but her headless body still stood for a moment. Hayte caught the fast spinning blade with ease in her left paw, and lifted the blade above her head, relishing in her blood bath of the massacred bodies all around her.

The head of the avian Royalists finally landed, rolling right in front of the crying vixen; as she saw it did she yell out in immense fear and fell over, nearly having a heart attack in the process. It was completely silent all throughout the battle arena, except for the shrilling cries of the sanity broken vixen lying in the fettle position in the center of the arena floor.

Hayte looked all around her with an evil smile, as she couldn't have loved it all. She loved the sound of the blood dripping, the thickness of the pools of blood everywhere, the sight of the severed corpses all around her; as she knew she had caused this all. The Royalists were her's to claim and toy with.

Lambs to the slaughter.

A slaughter to the innocence.

They never had a chance…

It was dead silent within the battle arena. Hayte let herself out as the cage door swung open and she was able to depart, the match officially over. She was covered from head-to-toe in blood, her weapons dripped steadily as small dots of blood followed her bloody foot prints. She reeked from the smell of freshly cut blood, and she loved every aspect of it.

The sight…

The smell…

The thickness…

The taste…

Even Firion and Nemesis were surely surprised at what Hayte had done, she had slaughtered all eight competitors with little to no effort and alone as they fell prey to her one by one. Firion let out troubled breathes as he regained his composure from the sight of slaughtered corpses in the blood red arena. The vixen still cried violently as she stared at nothing, though the eyes of the decapitated avian stared back into her's…

Only when Hayte exited did the crowd let out thunderous roar of amusement and pleasure. Probably the loudest they've ever been.

Author's Notes

Been a while guys! ^^ Lol sorry I've been busy with some projects, and it's final here so stories have been on a huge halt; I think this will be the only chapter out until the weekend or so =/ Sorry about that.

I've gotten a lot of questions, and I thank you guys for your curiosity and support! So now let me answer them:

No guys Star Fox High School Days isn't discontinued, I'm not really 'stuck' though I haven't thought out a whole chapter yet either; I just want to get a damn story done so I'm not continuously switching back and fourth you know? =/

I appreciate all themes suggested for Hayte! They were all awesome! :D Though I like this one because it points out now that Hayte doesn't give a shit about what other people think about her now :P

I'd like to dedicate this chapter to Michcat! As she gave me great advice and details for the chapter! And for the 'dream' song! Thanks so much Michcat! ^^ You made this chapter that much greater! 3

Damn this story took a dark turn didn't it? Damn! =O

Eh I don't really like this chapter so much though, heh I guess it's up to you guys to point it out to me and tell me what you think ^^

Hope to get back into writing again real soon! And I mean like popping out a chapter a day type of getting back into xD

Take it easy!

Josh, Zythxx, Azianpersuazian, lawl XD Lol no don't call me Lawl .