The dagger slashed in a swift motion. A sharp pain shot across the man’s chest. Cradling his wound and screaming, “You psycho! What do you want? Who are you and why are you trying to kill me!?!” He could feel his dress shirt growing wetter as the seconds ticked by with no further advance from the girl.

  Her face turned red as she angrily yelled, “Why did you lie to me?!?”

  The terrified man asked, “What are you talking about? You’re a complete lunatic!” By now the blood was flowing down the arm cradling the wound. The new sensation drew his attention, he looked down; all he could see was blue paint all over his shirt… Yelling out in surprise more than anything else he said, “This is a prank, isn’t it?”

  The girl sheathed her dagger and sighed heavily. She asked, “So, you don’t know anything about what’s happening either, do you?”

  Now mesmerized by the blue blood like a child, the man was more playing in it than worried anymore. He asked, “Is there a reason my blood is blue?”

  The girl had a defeated look on her face as she said, “Look for the few that bleed blue, that’s what I was told when I woke up on this world. Sadly, that is all I know, I spent a hundred thousand rotations on this planet looking for you hoping that you’d have some answers. Well at least I’ve found you finally, that’s something I suppose.”

  The man looked at his hand dripping with his blood. He said, “If you spent a hundred thousand days searching you’d be like, almost three-hundred years old…” He looked at the high school aged girl; she looked sad and distant. He said, “Alright, what’s your name?”

  The girl sat there in silence and unmoving for a few seconds before replying. When she spoke she very softly said, “Chaos, I think…”

  Uncertain the man asked, “What do you mean you think your name is Chaos?”

  Chaos started saying, “I woke up with a dagger, a message about finding you, and a shirt with a word on it. I believe there is some sort of tournament or something that’s supposed to happen. That’s all I know for sure, and here we are.”

  The man, in an attempt to be polite to the sad looking girl, decided to introduce himself. He said, “Anyways, it’s nice to meet you chaos, I’m…”

  “I already know your name Stupid!” she cut him off mid-sentence then continued saying, “Quit wasting our time already and help me figure out what’s happening! Something is going on here and I desperately need to find out what it is.”

  The man clutched at his chest thinking, he didn’t have to try being nice to her after the way they had met… Yet, to his surprise the wound was gone. He looked all over for any trace, but it was just gone. There was blue blood everywhere and a torn shirt, but no wounds whatsoever. Rubbing his head from the headache forming from the confusion, he glared at the girl asking, “Wait, do you think my name is Stupid? Like, you think my parents actually named their child Stupid?”

  She sat there thinking or something that looked similar, but before it got any further a new voice said, “Hello again, Chaos.”

  Without looking over her shoulder, Chaos sat up rigidly saying, “Hello, Prosperity. What are you doing here?” Chaos didn’t look happy as the new female entered the room. The new girl was dressed extremely similar to chaos, except her hair was pink, and her shirt said Prosperity. She entered the room with the upmost confidence from her smile to her stride.

  Prosperity said, “You know what I’m doing here, it’s the same reason as you. I want the blue blood. I’m here to save him from Chaos.”

  The man watched their conversation, and asking out loud, “Where are all the high school girls coming from?”

  Prosperity stomped her foot scowling at the man and yelling, “We are not high school girls! We are waaay older than you little boy… You can’t be a day over seventeen, humph! You are the young one stupid, we are gods!”

  The man sat there staring at the girl yelling at him while claiming to be a god. The silence lasted for a minute before the man started laughing hysterically at her, “You little girls are fucked in the head, if you think I’m buying this for even one second.”

  Prosperity’s voice came from behind the man. She yelled, “I said, shut up stupid!” she then slapped him in the side of the head, before he could even react to her change of location. He flew across the cubicle through the wall, crashing into the office desk in the next cubicle, and coming to a bouncing stop on the floor.

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  Chaos rose to her feet yelling, “What are you doing Prosperity? Stop it, you are going to kill him!”

  Glaring at her, Prosperity said, “Fine… I’ll calm down some. I’m sure he’s learned his lesson by now anyway.”

  Chaos ran to the barely conscious man removing part of a cubicle wall on top of him. His glasses were covered in dust, and he groaned, unable to say much. Chaos asked, “Are you alright Stupid?”

  A large gash above his left eye, made his blue blood obscure his vision badly, his head was pounding, and it felt like at least one rib was broken. The man managed to ask, “What are you?”

  Chaos was trying to comfort him as much as possible while holding him. She softly said, “I don’t know.”

  Prosperity sighed asking, “Chaos, are you still unable to remember anything after all this time?”

  Chaos didn’t look at the other girl. She sat there holding the man and staring sadly into his eyes. She softly said, “That’s right, I still don’t remember anything.”

  Prosperity came over to where the man and chaos sat. She was displeased saying, “This is ridiculous Chaos, we are supposed to fight soon, and you haven’t remembered anything. You should do us all a favor and just kill yourself. It will at least guarantee a painless death compared to the alternatives.”

  Chaos finally broke eye contact with the man. Staring down prosperity she said, “I don’t want to fight, or die. If you have remembered something after all this time then why don’t you fill me in on the details.”

  Prosperity smiled saying, “We are gods, and we are going to take part in a tournament of sorts. The winner gets to have humanity to do with as they please.”

  The man coughed and managed to say, “That’s stupid!”

  Prosperity rolled her eyes saying, “No, you are stupid! Anyways, only one God has yet to wake up, and when she does… It begins…”

  The man interrupted once more saying, “This is dumb! You are girls, which means you are goddesses not gods!”

  Prosperity didn’t hesitate to kick the man hard enough to roll him over. Yelling, “Wrong! We aren’t gods or goddess’s stupid! Honestly we are something more than both of those things. Also, I honestly don’t give a shit about your language, the whole thing is so tedious.”

  Having broken a rib or two with that last kick the man had to gasp for breath in between the pain. He made up his mind that he wasn’t going to say anything else at the risk of the next kick killing him. Chaos on the other hand said, “Prosperity, I think it’s time for you to leave.”

  Prosperity didn’t hesitate saying, “I came here for the blue blood.”

  Chaos looked at the man, deep into his eyes. she said, “He doesn’t want to go with you.”

  Prosperity frowned saying, “Oh, and I suppose you think he wants to go with you? All men choose Prosperity over Chaos. No one wants what you have to offer them, I’m sorry honey, but it’s the truth..”

  Chaos looked at the man once more, he could see the tears beginning to fall. He may not understand the situation at hand fully, but he knew for a fact that he didn’t want to go with Prosperity. If he was being a hundred percent honest, he’d rather not go with either of them. The man coughed hard and blue splattered the floor in front of him. He said, “I’m coughing blood, I think one of my lungs are punctured. I need to go to the hospital…” All of the effort to say that induced another coughing fit, with more blood accumulating in front of his face.

  Prosperity became less menacing suddenly and far more compassionate sounding. She said, “Oh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you so badly, this is a misunderstanding that’s all. I’ll tell you what, agree to come with me and I’ll heal you right now. How does that sound?”

  The man stared at Prosperity in silence, the change in her demeanor was shocking but he didn’t trust her. Glancing towards Chaos, she was staring at the ground, avoiding his eye contact entirely. The man asked, “Why?”

  Prosperity said, “Why does it matter? Chaos and I have both chosen you. Now, you must choose one of us.”

  As injured as the man was, he still kept looking for something to use against this girl. He noticed that she’d been quick to flaunt her knowledge at every chance she had. Now she didn’t want to answer his question. Weakly he said, “You don’t know, do you?”

  Prosperity pointed angrily saying, “Maybe I don’t know yet, but I’ll figure it out before Chaos ever does. Now it’s time to choose!”

  The man looked at Chaos as she said, “It’s alright, you don’t have to choose me. There’s nothing I can offer you, not like Prosperity can.” She looked so sad saying this.

  Prosperity said, “Listen to her, not all blue bloods have a chance to choose their god. You get the obvious choice between Chaos and Prosperity. Now let’s hear it, Which god will you serve, which one do you choose..?”

  The man’s mind was racing trying to comprehend what was happening. The blue blood, the choice of a god, the part where he was dying of internal bleeding. Something drew his attention from all of those things though. Something wet landed on his arm. It was the tears of Chaos falling on him. They continued falling as she stood next to him weeping. He took a deep breath and didn’t cough even with the pain. Loudly he said, “If I have to choose my god, then I choose Chaos. Prosperity is just too much of a bitch.”

  Chaos’s eyes grew wide as the man made his choice. It was fear, not for herself but for the man. She glanced at prosperity waiting for the fountain of rage, instead prosperity began laughing.

  Prosperity said, “Wow! I can’t believe you chose that fucking Chaos over Prosperity, what an idiot! You really are named stupid, aren’t you!” She continued laughing.

  The man yelled from the floor, “My name isn’t stupid!”

  Prosperity shrugged saying, “I told you before, I don’t give a shit what you call yourself. You chose wrong though.” Her demeanor became stiff and rigid as she glared at him. She seemed pissed, as he looked up at her.