Silenced

Eight

I was ready.

Three days of pondering how I'd end. Now it was the time to do it. An epic showdown between Elegenttt and I. I'll show him that when I leave, the group leaves. That when I take him down, the entire guild takes him down. I needed bars of steel-- No, bars of pure gold-- to mess him up. And I thought I had them.

Oh, and I did. Mostly.

I strolled into the fateful arena one last time and waited. Waiting until Elegenttt tried to bark orders again, waiting until I could hit him hardest. I heard traded insults and drank them in like verbal water. It was my time to rise. It was my time to fight.

It took hours for Elegenttt to stop gloating over a recent win against the rapping legend Vanquish. I waited patiently through it. Now, I need to sound as annoying and whiny as possible, I thought. Who do I mimic? Why, Nico Lorenzi, of course!

I come up to Elegenttt, planning the most infuriating words ever.

"Aye, Elegenttt. I'd like a promotion, if that's alright."

He glares at me. "Oh, my God, you're just like the rest. Desperate for promotion to the point that you're kicked. Fine, fine, try me and see how pitiful you are." Apparently we could no longer afford test dummies. I stood up and walked as slowly as I could to the stage. I was positioned so I was first.

"Here crumbles your rap nation,

predation of raps not your creation.

Stationed in an organization of fools,

their condensation. How 'bout I give

you a lyrical education, innovation

of rap, slate you for verbal cremation!"

I thought that rusty bar was going to help. The ending sort of wrecked it. I just hope he looks at other things, such as the fact I'm basically dressing like an emo Lady Gaga.

Of course not.

"Look at the statistics, you vindictive mix of skinny sticks,

I'm gonna be the one to wreck you, doesn't take a mystic,

To listen to each way I'll crush you 'gainst your rhymes horrific,

Really, your fate's written, there's no need to be vicious.

Your lyrics are simplistic, twisted and sadistic!

Cremation? More like a stitchin' from this psycho: sick!

More gifted than you'll ever be, stating the obvious.

I can't pull you from the 'Snakes, 'cause for you it's addictive!"

That's when I spotted a strange object stuck to the wall nearest me, ticking down, towards thirty seconds.

Remember how I said that sometimes groups would bomb one another when angry?

Yeah. That bomb was like a punchline of a bad joke: delivered way too soon.