Part 1: Chapter Four

     “Whew, that was close,” Holden exclaimed. “I didn’t expect him to be my first opponent.”

     Upon his victory, Holden had been fully admitted into the tourney, with the ladder allowing him access to the dormitories, cafeteria, and more battle arenas. He headed towards the male dormitory, but suddenly heard a commotion from inside a nearby ladies restroom, and stopped. Moments later, there was a loud bang that sounded like a gunshot. Unfazed, Holden continued on to his destination. After all, he didn’t want to go into a ladies room, ARE YOU CRAZY?!

     He strolled into the dormitory casually, but suddenly tripped over a box, falling flat on his smooth-as-a-babies-bottom face. Standing up, he noticed that a paper had fallen out of the box, which was labeled Dlanor’s bedroom. You see, this was due to the fact that Dlanor’s family was very poor and couldn’t afford a real room for him. Picking up the paper, Holden began to read.

Dear Evil Devil of Evilness Cult,

     I am pleased to inform you that I have infiltrated the MME and am one step closer to becoming the world leader of all magical magic entertaining things. The only thing I need now is a soul, which I’m sure my “friend” Holden will be “happy” to “give” to me. I will strike him down tonight and cut him open, fulfilling my sacrifice.

     With love and affection to all of you at the Evil Devil of Evilness Cult,

     
     Dlanor Yelsaew

     “Well that’s weird isn’t it?” Holden asked himself as he crumpled the note up in a ball and shot a basket into a nearby trashcan. “SCORE!!! The highlight of my day!!!”

     Holden found his room and was about to open the door when he heard the silky smooth voice of comedy legend and anti-nose job activist Owen Wilson.

     

     “Mercutio, this has to end.”

     “You can’t stop me Owen. We had a deal. Bees needs to die,” muttered another voice that Holden decided must have belonged to Mercutio.

     “I know, I know. But I just don’t know. Do ya know?”

     “NO!” Mercutio shouted, and Holden heard the noise of a knife breaking skin, which he thought was super weird. He walked toward the voices.

     “Hey Mercutio, have you seen Owen?” Holden asked. “I’m a huge fan, and I know I heard him.”

     “Yeah, but he just, um… left for… um… holiday.”

     “Oh, that sucks. Well, I’m sure you have a busy day tomorrow. I just hope you don’t have to fight me right away, because there’s no way you would win,” Holden said with a smile on his face.

     “Yeah, whatever,” muttered Mercutio, and the two of them went to their rooms.

     The next day, Holden awoke and was notified to head straight to room 1453 for his next match. Room 1453 was just a large concrete box with one small door and a video camera. There wasn’t even a single seat. Spectators were forced to watch matches from this room on TV screens in the main hall.

     When Holden arrived, his opponent was already waiting for him.

     “Who are you supposed to be?” asked Holden angrily to the tall man he faced. “Having a letter on cloths is my thing!” Holden referenced the large yellow letter H on his light-blue t-shirt.

    “I’m Superman.”

     “Yeah, I know. I see the letter on your shirt. I know what that means. Obviously you’re Superman.”

     “But couldn’t my name just as easily be Steve or Samantha?”

     “I don’t have time to deal with your stupidity,” said Holden angrily. “Here, hot potato.” Holden tossed a small object at Superman, who caught it with lightning speed. “Or should I say, hot future kryptonite!”

     “Wait, what!” screamed Superman, who then burst into individual atoms. Holden could hear the cheers of viewers from the main hall.

     Suddenly, the door burst open and Mercutio entered, running towards Holden. “DIE BEES!” he screamed.

     Just then, another man wearing a black suit dashed into the room and tackled Mercutio. He cuffed him, stood up, dusted himself off, and pressed his finger to his earpiece.

     “We got him, Mr. President!”

     Something was wrong here, Holden thought, but he couldn’t figure out what it was exactly, so he decided to just ignore this strange event.


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