Cyrus Noble Chapter 14

The Arena was more like a modern day version of the Roman Colosseum. There was a ring of seats, that were filled. The people were different. I saw people of all ages. Most of them were punks, but I saw windows that were probably the VIP sections. I could see the people in suits and dresses staring down at us with high expectancy. This must be where Bishop makes his money. How or why anyone would stand for this is beyond me. I looked around and saw that groups of other experiments were making their way out of cages and hallways similar to ours. They must be the other mistakes, or at least, the other sentient mistakes. I quickly spotted Megan and Jazz to my left. Jazz made eye contact with me, and we understood that we would slowly regroup in a minute. There was an announcer: "Heeeeeellllloooooooooooooo Ladies and Gentlemen! Are you ready for the ruthlessness, the blood lust, the gore of the Omega Colosseum!?!" The crowd roared in applause. The announcer revealed himself. He was standing on a platform with a handrail, it was connected to a metal arm and it was swinging the platform across the arena and the crowd. The man inside it was wearing a crisp new suit with shades. He had blond hair with streaks of gray in it, and he had an ugly scar going down the side of his face. Despite these features he looked quite young and was smiling; and seemed full of energy. He continued, "For those of you who do not know me, you may call me The Announcer! For security purposes I hope you understand. Tonight, we have a very special champion. He's a bit new, so let's give a warm welcome to the one, the only, Psychic Commander!" We looked at the door that he gestured to with his hand. It slid open to reveal a Tank. It was strange, because you could tell that the stinking thing was floating a few inches off the ground. That's not all. The front two corners of the tank had spheres implanted in them, out of the spheres were smaller muzzles that I new were designed to be small arms fire. What I found even more disturbing was the person driving it. His upper half was sticking out of the top of the tank; at the rotating part of the cannon. His hands were latched into the part of the tank in front of him, making him hunched over. He had two rods coming out of his shoulder blades and sticking straight up. There was a metal helmet with a set of cords coming out of the back of the head. The helmet didn't make any sense to me because it didn't have a visor, yet it covered his eyes. The Announcer bellowed, "If he can kill all of these mutants in less than 100 seconds, he will move on and face the King of Killers himself! Do you think he can do it?" The crowd roared in response. By this time I was shoulder to shoulder with Jazz and our group of six-I mean, eight-had assumed battle stances. Megan was a little freaked by Thing, but shook her head and refocused on the, uh, Psychic Commander. "All-righty then! Let's get this show on the road! The one-hundred seconds start..........Now!"