RAMPAGE

Under the ghostly luminescence of the moon, the courtyard of the Dove Corporation Headquarters stood silent, save for the chilling exchange taking place at its heart. The very ground seemed to hold its breath as Captain Barclay, the formidable force of the kingdom, faltered before Fiend Udo's malevolent presence.

Fiend Udo's derisive laughter seemed to echo, bouncing off the walls of the compound and drilling into Captain Barclay's psyche. "What's the matter?" Fiend Udo taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. "Aren't I the one you're after? Come on then! Capture me! I'm right here!"

Barclay's frame shook, not from cold, but from a fear he had never felt before. Thoughts raced through his mind, "It's him... the boy everyone is chasing, he's right here... I've just hit the jackpot... so why can't I move?" The realization was both exhilarating and terrifying.

Fiend Udo, ever the tormentor, continued his verbal assault, zeroing in on Captain Barclay's vulnerable state. "You're the kingdom's captain, are you not? Why are you just standing there? This is the state of the world. The people leading us are frail, scared... weak..." Each word was a sharp jab, attempting to pierce Captain Barclay's resolve.

Yet, amidst the verbal blows, Captain Barclay's indignation rose. "Who the fuck is he calling weak, the little piece of shit!" he thought defiantly.

Elsewhere on the compound, the strained cry of the Captain reached Stella and Calvin, giving them pause. Recognizing the urgency, they raced toward their leader's position. On arrival, the duo found themselves facing a scene they had only heard of in whispers: Captain Barclay, the kingdom's pride, face to face with Fiend Udo, the kingdom's nightmare.

Captain Barclay's voice cut through the tension, giving Stella and Calvin their instructions. The strategy was clear; while Stella would cover Captain Barclay, Calvin would deploy one of his tricks.

Calvin, with a knowing grin, summoned a mysterious bottle— "Kalo: Whispers of Illusion". As the fragrance enveloped Captain Barclay, a shimmering aura surrounded him.

Fiend Udo, watching the scene, scoffed at their efforts. "I guess the corpse does have to look presentable for his funeral," he snickered.

However, Captain Barclay, now empowered by Calvin's illusionary scent, stood tall, his stance defiant and his gaze unwavering, ready to confront the menace before him.

"Stella," Captain Barclay whispered, a quiet command carrying a weight of urgency. Stella complied, stretching out her fingers and sending forth a storm of glinting nails, their edges razor-sharp and deadly. They zipped through the night, seeking their target with lethal intent. But Fiend Udo, with his elusive agility, weaved between them, his figure blurring in fluid evasion.

But Barclay wasn't one to be outdone so easily. With stealth and swiftness, he emerged from Fiend Udo's shadow, brandishing his golden chain in a swing that promised doom. Yet Fiend Udo sneered, "Nice try." Faster than the eye could catch, he shifted, now hovering ominously behind Captain Barclay. A swift, decisive strike, and the Captain's head was severed.

"Captain!" Stella's anguished cry echoed through the courtyard, but even as horror painted her features, a puzzling spectacle unfolded before them. The lifeless body of Captain Barclay, along with the severed head, melted into nonexistence.

Yet again, another Captain Barclay, this one seemingly real and tangible, lunged at Fiend Udo with a ring-clad fist. But once again, Fiend Udo's reaction was swifter, the Captain's head flying off for the second time. And, just like the first, this apparition too disappeared.

The courtyard turned into a bedlam of clones, each doppelgänger of Captain Barclay attacking with relentless vigour. Yet Fiend Udo, perceptive and sharp, cut through them. With each strike, each clone evaporated, leaving behind no trace of their assault.

Fiend Udo murmured, clearly intrigued, "Vibration Multiplication? But it can't be used on oneself... So, the perfume's doing?" A revelation hit him as one clone's chain touched him and promptly vanished. "I see...they're just decoys," he noted with a sly grin.

Unfazed by the illusions now dissipating around him, Fiend Udo's voice rang out, dripping with mockery, "Come on, Captain! Where are you? Face me like a man! Is this how you expect to lead the kingdom? Don't make me laugh!"

The real Captain, masked amidst his replicas, saw his chance and lunged at Fiend Udo from behind, chain arcing gracefully through the night air.

"This is it!" The thought ran through Captain Barclay's mind as his chain approached its target. But Fiend Udo pivoted on the spot, fingers reaching for the Captain's throat. Their eyes met, one pair filled with triumph, the other with desperation. "Gotcha," Fiend Udo declared with a twisted smile.

Just as darkness began to cloud Captain Barclay's vision, a sudden onslaught of fingernails, glinting in the moonlight, found their mark. They embedded themselves into Fiend Udo's arm, causing it to go limp. Fiend Udo's confident gaze flicked towards the source: Stella, her fingers outstretched, face a portrait of determination. "Beautiful Effect," she declared, her voice carrying a note of triumph.

Seizing the moment, Captain Barclay, fueled by adrenaline, lashed out with his chain, its links colliding with Fiend Udo's face. What followed was a whirlwind of blows, chains connecting with flesh, each strike a testament to Captain Barclay's skill and fury.

The chain snaked around Fiend Udo, binding him, as Barclay employed his strength to lift and crash him down in a brutal dance of dominance. Momentum on his side, Captain Barclay didn't let up. Using his environment to his advantage, he sent Fiend Udo crashing through a nearby building's wall, the force propelling him to its third floor.

Without missing a beat, Barclay harnessed his surroundings. His chain wrapped around a pole, and he vaulted up, following his prey into the bowels of the building.

Inside, amid the settling dust and debris, Fiend Udo tried to regain his footing. Before he could fully recover, Captain Barclay was upon him again, one chain finding its way around Fiend Udo's vulnerable neck. With a sudden and powerful motion, Captain Barclay and Fiend Udo crashed out of the building, returning to the moonlit courtyard.

Captain Barclay's chain wrapped around a sturdy light pole, providing him the necessary leverage to launch himself and Fiend Udo into the air. With every ounce of strength he possessed, Captain Barclay sent Fiend Udo crashing down to earth, the impact echoing throughout the desolate headquarters of Dove Corporation.

Captain Barclay, adrenaline coursing through his veins, was like an avenging angel plummeting from the heavens. His fist, glinting with the power of the rings he wore, was a comet trailing fury. When it collided with Fiend Udo, the very earth seemed to quake from the sheer might of the clash, sending billows of dust upwards.

From a distance, Stella squinted, trying to discern the outcome amidst the dust and haze. She whispered to herself, her voice a mix of hope and trepidation, "Did he get him?" But as the dust began to clear, her heart sank.

Fiend Udo, standing tall amidst the chaos, had Captain Barclay's mighty blow arrested merely millimetres from his face. The sheer impossibility of it was terrifying.

Fiend Udo's voice, dripping with malevolence, cut through the stifling tension. "I didn't know you had that in you, Captain Barclay." With that, he closed his hand around the Captain's, and with a violent twist, dismembered it, sending rivulets of blood splattering the ground. Captain Barclay's scream was guttural, a primal sound of pain and loss.

Stella's horror was palpable, but so was her rage. She lunged at Fiend Udo with a battle cry that echoed around the compound.

But before Stella could comprehend, Fiend Udo moved with serpent-like agility, sidestepping her lunge and delivering a fatal blow. The world seemed to move in slow motion as Stella's head was cleanly separated from her shoulders. Her body crumpled, lifeless, but her eyes held the agony of betrayal and disbelief.

"W-what? What happened?" The sheer surrealism of the moment seemed to unhinge her from the known realms of consciousness. The weight of the reality slowly bore down on her. "Is that me? Am I... dead?"

Meanwhile, Calvin's eyes darted across the desolation, witnessing the chilling brutality unfurling before him. The muffled sounds of battle and distant screams seemed to blend into an eerie symphony of dread. Each heartbeat pulsated with an ever-increasing crescendo of panic. "What the fuck...? I need to get the fuck outta here..." he whispered, the weight of survival pressing on his every thought.

Yet, fate had other designs for him. As he retreated, the heel of his boot met an unexpected obstacle: a cold, immovable figure standing firm. A shiver ran down Calvin's spine, every muscle in his body tensing instinctively.

"Where do you think you're going? Are they not your teammates? Why are you backing away?" The voice was cruel and dripping with malevolence, echoing the very darkness surrounding them.

Swallowing his dread, Calvin turned. Fiend Udo's face was illuminated by the dim light, his eyes cold and emotionless. They held the stories of countless victims and countless cruelties. "You Dove hosts are all the same. Deep down, you're all pitiful." With those words, a swift, almost blurred movement, and Calvin felt an icy sting at his throat. Warmth spurted out, painting the ground beneath him in crimson. Falling to his knees, his vision blurred, and his world began to fade.

Nearby, Captain Barclay was a tragic figure, crumpled and defeated, blood and tears mingling freely as he clutched the stump of his arm. The air around him seemed charged with the weight of his despair and anguish.

Fiend Udo, revelling in the devastation he'd wreaked, advanced with predatory grace. Each step a testament to his sheer dominance over the fallen Captain. Drawing close, he lowered himself so their eyes locked in a final, chilling confrontation. "This isn't your fault," Fiend Udo whispered, almost tenderly, the words dripping with venom. "You were lied to from the day you were born. You were told Dovanity was the key to your freedom. It was all a lie. A lie that is still running through the world to this day. It's okay, though. Soon I will relieve the world from this lie. I am the cure. I am the Fiend."

With that chilling proclamation, Fiend Udo's hand, swift and relentless, pierced Captain Barclay's chest. The world seemed to hold its breath. Then, in an act of unspeakable brutality, he extracted the Captain's heart, holding it aloft like a macabre trophy. The eerie silence that followed was punctuated only by the muted cries of a world in anguish.