Chapter 37: Last Game Day

Kalika's Leg got sliced off! She fell hard on the ground, triggering a trap that killed her instantly. Kalika revived to find that she was now being dragged by the arm by the demon Valam.

"Tch! At least it isn't the gray haired bitch. I hate it when she is the one on patrol, always dragging me by the hair."

Kalika attempted to get to and walk alongside Valam only to find a disgusted glare from her. She quickly laid herself back on the ground to be dragged. "Right, I almost forgot. She prefers dragging me like gray hair…"

Kalika watches as one of the prisoners run off somewhere. "Like always, the snitch runs to get the gorilla…" Kalika is thrown into the Arena. "They throw me into the Arena."

Kalika takes a quick look around. "Still no Tilus…"

Valam Leaves Kalika to the Prisoners and they all attempt to surround and to kill Kalika. "Like I haven't seen this before." As she laid on the ground, Kalika avoided the first strike aimed for her head.. She quickly used this opportunity to grab and bite the man's hand.

"YOOOWWWW!!!!"

 She bit a chunk of it out his hand, spitting it into another's face. This brutal display shocked the first wave of inmates. Using this opportunity, she quickly got up, grabbed another inmate using him as a shield from another attack.

"I only have a couple of minutes until that brute comes here! I'll make it out this time for sure!"

Kalika glanced around for any other attack's. From the corner of her eyes a man with a club charged, She ducked and the attack whacked another man.

"Tch! Someone just grab the bitch!"

Without hesitation another inmate grabs her from behind. "Gotcha this time girly!"

"You Idiot," She said.

The man's head instantly exploded, spreading the matter on the other prisoner and Kalika. "Great Now I'm dirty!" Kalika became irritated.

"Just kill her already!" a new inmate shouts.

Kalika rolled out the way, grabbing the dead man's club and using it to block another incoming attack from Maverick. Half the club had been cut through. "Th…That was close. He's here earlier than usual."

Maverick pulled his blade from the club using it to cut through her torso. "C-crap!"

"That makes four hundred ninety-seven that are left to avenge."

Kalika gritted herself, more determined. "I'm surprised that the whole prison hasn't revolted against you."

Maverick kept his poker face, and slashed his sword onto Kalika's head.

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"Argh!!! It's always that man! He should be banned from being anywhere near me!!" Kalika paced herself back and forth in her cells. She then plopped herself onto her hay bed, exhausted from being Angry.

She sighed. "At least tomorrows the last day I have to deal with this stupid game from Rakon." Kalika found herself leaning her back at the foot of the bed, hanging upside down, scanning for any movements. "I wonder if Rakon will come today. He definitely likes to be a tease, so it wouldn't be unlike him."

Kalika starts to get lost in thought. "I still haven't figured out who my opponent is for the deal he made with me. But he probably wouldn't abide by it with him being a demon and all. Still…. The son of the hero of Prophecy. He's gotta be a kid." 

Kalka cringed. "Unless that big guy got frisky in his teens or something." Kalika Blushed little bit. "T-that's too embarrassing!! Way too Embarrassing!!" Kalika covered her eyes, huddling herself into a ball.

"What's embarrassing?"

Kalika looked back. "R… Rakon.... So you were stopping by."

Rakon stood in the open prison door, He smiled, amused. "It's hard to have fun when you're expecting me you know. But what got you in a tizzy?"

She got defensive. "N-Nothing! J-just a passing thought. That's all."

"A thought? About what?

Kalika looked away shyly. "W-well I was trying to figure out this second opponent seeing that tomorrows the last day…"

Kalika looked back up, hearing Rakon's laughter..

"I'm surprised you haven't figured it out already, at this point you should have narrowed it down already."

Kalika became indignant. "Y-you're not giving me a lot to work on. Y-you could at least give me a hint." Kalika now crossed her arm, pouting.

"Cute. alright. But only since you've shown me another side of yourself." He chuckled.

This remarked confused Kalika and only watched on as Rakon approached her, kneeling down to match her eye level. "Heroes of prophecy have existed for over centuries and centuries beyond that, ever since a God named Casell ascended the heavens. It is said they are reborn every fifty years to ensure peace is maintained." Rakon stopped.

"That should be more than enough for you to work with."

"Huh? That's all"

Rakon got back up. "That's all."

"I'm not sure how much of that will hel…" Gears started to turn in Kalika's head, she started to ponder.

"I think we'll end the conversation here unfortunately, tomorrow will be your last day after all. But before I go, just be aware that the dungeon halls will be off limits."

Kalika immediately came out of her stupor. "Wait. what do you mean by that?"

"This last day you will have to stay in this prison." Rakon flashed a smile. "I've seen your performance in the prison and I have to say that I'm impressed. Hence, you won't need that handicap."

Rakon starts to leave once more. "So don't even try to go into those halls anymore. Consider it a new rule."

Kalika listened as the echoes of the footsteps faded into obscurity. She became annoyed. "Great. What am I supposed to do now?"

"He wouldn't really blow up my head now. Would he…?" Kalika then thought back to the day before Lillian left when Rakon toyed with her, escorting her back to her solitary cell.

"Ehhh… I think I'll pass testing that theory."

"Ok. If I can't go into those halls, I'll need to formulate some plan if I'm going to survive tomorrow."

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The morning has come and Kalika is sleeping in. a horde of Prisoners bolt out their cell, knowing the last day is upon them to dish out some semblance of vengeance on Kalika. They raced down the corridor to her prisoner cell. Only to find it empty.

"Huh!??? Where the hell is she!!!???" A prisoner exclaimed.

Elsewhere, Kalika tosses and turns on the bed still sleeping in. Unknown to her, Rakon is watching her from an Eyes clinging to the ceiling.

"Cheeky girl." Rakon watches on from his safe space.

Kalika wakes up rubbing her eye, she got up starting to stretch.

"I noticed that she changed cells last night. And judging by the cell that she broke into, it looks like she found a way around the blood-blades restrictions." Rakon continued to study Kalika with great intrigue.

Daji approached Rakon from behind. "" She starts to rub his chest almost teasingly.

"" 

Kalika looked up, finding the strange eyeball watching from the ceiling, not long after it dissolved into a puddle of blood. "Uhhh…" Kalika became a little creeped out seeing this but pushed it to the back of her mind. she sighed. "It was probably that creep."

Kalika quickly looked around, changed into her new clothes, readying for the last day of his game. She started to creep through the halls in caution. Spotting some guards, she quickly hid, knowing they'd only assist the prisoners find her.

Soon after she quickly made her way to the mess hall. The entire room was completely empty aside from some of the food being cooked ahead of time. Kalika smiled contently seeing this. "Hmmm~..."

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Out in the hallway the prisoners are scrambling around the prison corridors searching for Kalika. Cell after cell they looked, but came up empty handed each time. "Argh! She's not here either!"

"C'mon! Where the hell is she!??? Oi! Did you see her in the hall??

"Nothin yet."

"Hey matt. Maybe what the guards were sayin were a load of shit."

"Yeah." The prisoner then scoffed. "Let's just get somethin to eat."

"Are you sure you don't wanna keep looking?"

"What is there to look for!?" the prisoner snarled.

The inmate keeping an eye out in the hall joined in. "Yeah I'm starvin too, we've been lookin for her for a good chunk now. Besides I heard the old coot brought in a new recipe to add a little kick to things. Say he's adding imported vegetables."

"As long as it isn't any of that green crap he added the other day it left a bad taste in my mouth."

Groups of disappointed and frustrated prisoners gather in the mess hall grabbing their meal. Many if not all are talking about being unable to locate the Immortal Maiden, Kalika.

A Prisoner cook poured a strange looking soup into the bowl.

"Hey, what are these white and brown bits here?"

"Like the heck I know, Probably some of those new vegetables the old guy got imported here. Apparently the old guy was fighting tooth and nail to get em," The cook said.

"If you say so." The prisoner took his bowl bringing his meal alongside many other prisoners eating their food. Some of the prisoner cringed upon taking the first few bits of the soup, all the while other bared with the strange taste and aroma of it. Complaints soon started to pile up about the taste of the soup.

Unknown to anyone in the mess hall, Kalika had hidden herself away behind some dusty old barrels in the open prison kitchen.

Kalika hummed silently to herself, content in hearing the chaos and instinctive complaints behind her. "Looks like they're enjoying my little additions. It would've been nice if those cooks didn't come back though…" Not long after, one of the cooks approached the dusty barrel, readying to open one. "Oh well. I can probably just wait it out here-"

"Huh?"

Kalika suddenly got the urge to look up hearing a mans voice. Both a cook and Kalika found themselves staring at each other.

"Crap."

"SHE OVER HERE!!"

The man found his face being stepped on as Kalika leaped off him.

The horde of prisoners blocked her off from the only as each and every one of them became aware of her presence. 

"The Immortal Maiden ! Get her!!"

Kalika witnessed as a few of the prisoners took off into the hall without hesitation. "Tch. The gorilla's men too!"

Kalika starts hopping from counter to counter, then from table to table, all the while avoiding knives and other objects being hurled at her. Plates and bowls fly through the airs, some still scolding hot with broth hitting Kalika and other prisoners alike.

A sharp pain in the back.

"I hit her!" A prisoner yelled loudly.

"Don't stop now!"

Another strike. Then another. Despite the slashes at stabs, Kalika keeps hopping and running to the only exit.

"Stop her!"

Prisoners start to gather up, Blocking the entrance forcing Kalika to stop. She finding herself at the only exit surrounded by men with malicious intent and instantly sharp pain throughout her body from the knives in her.

A man suddenly collapses onto the ground writhing in pain. Soon his mouth starts to foam up. Another drops, then another to the confusion of some of the prisoners.

One after another, then groups of men started to fall. "What the hells happen-" the man starts to foam at his mouth.

Even the men blocking the exit weren't safe as they also dropped to the ground. Seeing this Kalika couldn't help but give a wicked smile content to witness the fruits of her labor.

The cooks further back simply watched on, stunned by the event folding before them. "T-they've been poisoned!" A cook yelled.

"By what???"

"Don't worry, they won't die… I think. Well thanks for the help. Bye." Kalika waved bye at the cooks before taking her leave.

"Quick someone get the guards!" one of the cooks yelled.

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"Maverick. We found her in the mess hall."

"Good." Maverick opened his eyes and got up from the bed he sat on. he grabbed his trusty long sword. he marched himself from his cell and to Donovan's cell where he stopped. a close by guard watched Maverick closely, preparing his spear for the worst.

"You're a lucky I'm not a martyr you bastard, having these demons babysit you must feel good," Maverick said.

"Hey, I can't help it if I'm important to them." Donovan Looked back smugly at Maverick.

"I wonder how long that will last." Maverick then leaves in favor of pursuing Kalika.