Orso Fiction 050

Orso Fiction Chapter 050-Ogre
Osvaldo scowled as his cell phone rang. He picked it up.

“Tell me things are working better on your side than they are on mine.”, he growled.

“I’m afraid not.”, Sonia guessed. “My girls have been completely wiped out, and I’m being chased.”

“Why on earth are they chasing you?”, Osvaldo asked, raising both an eyebrow and his voice. “Shouldn’t they have just taken the Arcoferro?”

“About that…”, Sonia began. “I found an opportune moment to pilfer the Arcoferro and run. I’m coming for your base as we speak.”

“What?!”, Osvaldo shouted.

“Is this not what you wanted?”, Sonia demanded. “You told me yourself you had long since stopped caring about honor in defeating Berenger, and you wanted the Arcoferro!”

“You misunderstand.”, Osvaldo murmured happily. “I was simply…so pleased at how things are turning out.”

Osvaldo reached into a drawer, pulling out a tiny version of the giant robot outside the movie theater. It was nearly a perfect scale model, fitting in the palm of his hand, except for the tiny, incredibly sharp diamond blade on its right hand’s index fingertip, and the tiny compartment on its left arm, fit for holding something about the size of a grape.

“I’ll be sending the Goblin model out to meet you.”, Osvaldo told his sister. “With this, we will have no chance of failure…”

“So once it arrives…”, Sonia began. “What am I to do?”

“It will be emitting a great deal of energy.”, Osvaldo said, almost a little saddened. “Even more than the Mal Mosca I have guarding me now, the Ogre model. If the enemy senses and destroys it…our plans will be ruined. You must protect it until it has completed its duty.”

“Even to…”

“Even to death, Sister.”, Osvaldo said, sighing. “We have prepared for this day for a long time. The Arcoferro will be ours.”

“Agreed.”, Sonia said. “There is one problem, though…I am being pursued by two of the Orso. I will only be able to fight one.”

Osvaldo scowled, reaching up to his right, and yanking away the cloth covering another Mal Mosca, eyes lighting up. This one was shorter, but slimmer than the last, with sharp claws.

“You will have protection.”, he told her. “The Shade model will assist you. I didn’t expect to have to use all three of my Mosca today…My aged body does not have the power to maintain all three of them for long. But I will not falter. I will put the last of my power into the Goblin.”

“But that means…”

“Yes.”, Osvaldo said. “I will die as well.”

“Brother…”

“Why do you fear death, Sister?”, Osvaldo asked, a wicked smile growing on his lips. “It’s because of your magnificent planning that even death is no obstacle to our success…”

“You’re right.”, Sonia said. “We will laugh at death itself.”

“Do not fail.”, Osvaldo said. “The Ogre will guard me, as I provide my power to the Goblin, and the Shade will allow you to best protect the Goblin.”

He turned to the two robots.

“Fly.”, he commanded. Both leapt into the air, leaving a stream of smoke behind them. Osvaldo smiled, turning back to the phone.

“Dear Sister…This will be the last time we speak.”

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The Varia, Baldovino, and Alphonse continued to run, their feet pounding against the grass. Laura pointed up.

“What is that?”, she asked, but by the time the others looked up, the suspiciously jet-like trails were gone, and the objects that created them long out of sight.

“We’re almost there!”, Bradley said. “The Eldersburg movie theater…where we end this war.”

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“That’s bizarre…”, Taylor murmured. Scott nodded.

“She stopped.”, he said. “Has she given up on running?”

“I suppose so.”, Taylor said. “If she wants a fight, we’ll give her a fight.”

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Faustino squinted through the upper window. There were nine figures approaching. Seven of them…he didn’t know. But the other two were Baldovino and Alphonso! He almost shouted in joy, but he held it in, just in case…Just what was going on, he wondered. Were these the Orso he had heard about? Why were they here…and where were his other brothers?

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“How does one go about declaring intentions to seize a movie theater from the enemy?”, Laura mused.

“Looks like we won’t need to worry making our presence known.”, Hayley answered. “Look what’s waiting for us on the steps…”

All seven of them looked up into the lit eyes of the Ogre Model Mal Mosca that stood before them.

“Huh.”, Matt muttered. “Killer robot. This has been a good day so far.”

“I’d be careful.”, Alphonso warned. “I saw Osvaldo building that thing while I was faking being brainwashed. It’s powerful, there’s no doubt about it. The nine of us should stay back, and consider a battle plan.”

“I’ve got a better idea.”, Bradley replied. “I’m going to walk right past it. Skulls, you two come with me. My team, make sure that thing doesn’t get in my way.”

“Are you insane?”, Baldovino demanded. “Osvaldo’s an old shit, but he’s still strong! And who knows what other tricks he’s got in store!? “

“I’m not too concerned.”, Bradley said, smiling. “Laura, you’re the best at sensing Dying Will. What am I looking at?”

Laura paused to concentrate for a moment.

“There’s…not much, really.”, she answered. “There’s one being in the building that emits a lot of power, but I assume that’s the last Skull. But…I do sense a substantial amount of darkness. The man at the top of the theater has roughly…six times the amount of darkness as the amount in this machine.”

“So…I’m to assume that Osvaldo is six times as powerful as this robot?”, Bradley asked. Laura nodded. “I think the teams are fair, then.”

“Fair teams?”, Baldovino asked, laughing a little bit.

“Well, I suppose not, if you guys are all already injured…I guess I do overpower you a bit, then. Ah well. I’ll work with what I have. What I’m trying to convey is…you six can fight this robot, and I’ll take the big boss.”

“W-what about us?”, Alphonso asked. Bradley raised an eyebrow.

“I didn’t even think about you two.”, he replied, chuckling to himself. “If you two stay back, the teams really will be fair.”

“We’re coming along, funny man.”, Baldovino declared. He turned to Matt. “Tell me this guy’s full of shit, saying he’s so strong.”

Matt laughed.

“You think I’d listen to his orders if he was any weaker than me?”, he asked. “No…Brad’s the real deal.”

“L-let’s just go.”, Alphonso suggested. Baldovino scoffed.

“I guess we’ll see.”, he conceded hesitantly. Bradley smiled.

“Just don’t get in my way.”, he said. “Alright, guys. Just like always. In the Orso Family, who is the greatest strike force?!”

“THE PRIMO VARIA OFFICERS!”, the others shouted back.

“Damn straight!”, Bradley shouted with a grin. “Let’s act like it!”

He shot at the Mal Mosca, who moved, too slowly, to block him. As it turned to stop him, Matt’s flail crashed into its back, forcing it to turn around. It raised its arm, as the two Skulls passed it, which opened to reveal a giant cannon. The cannon began charging with orange light.

“Hey, look.”, Adrien giggled. “Just like Rachel’s new toy.”

“You got new goodies?!”, Hayley asked excitedly, as she released Somnus, in his trident form. “Show and tell time!”

Rachel rolled her eyes.

“I don’t have the energy to use that armor again today.”, Rachel said, a little disappointed herself, releasing Juno. “Sorry, guys.”

“Can’t be helped.”, Adrien sighed, releasing Venus in her butterfly form. “But it was really pretty.”

“Can we focus, guys?”, Laura asked, releasing Metis in her shield form. “We’re supposed to be backup, not chatting.”

“Lighten up, Laur.”, Megan laughed, releasing Mercury in his katar form. “It’s not like Bradley needs us.”

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“Curses…”, Osvaldo groaned. “The Ogre Model…it’s just too slow. I wouldn’t have to worry if it was the Shade Model protecting me…Ah well. I still have one more ace…”

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Bradley kicked open the door to the theater. He didn’t have to, but he really enjoyed kicking doors in. Zach had told him not to do it in the base, but he so relished the chances he got. He burst in like a house fire rushing into a room full of oxygen.

“Where are you, Osvaldo!?”, he screamed. He twitched, feeling a presence. His lit ring flew to his box instinctively, calling out Uranus, his Sky Lion. The beast’s mane burned brightly with the orange flames. Bradley, within the second, was already across the barrier separating the entrance and exit to the theater, ready to punch the being giving off the presence he felt.

He found himself looking into the eyes of a teen boy in a wheelchair, looking up at him like he was some kind of madman.

“Oh, come ON.”, Bradley murmured. “I’m REALLY sorry I have to do this, buddy.”

Bradley whipped the boy’s wheelchair around and began speeding down the hallway.

“I’msorryI’msorryI’msorry!”, he shouted as fast as he could. “Where is he?”

“He’s in theater 3!”, the boy shouted.

“Where is that!?”, Bradley shouted back.

“You passed it already!”

“Why didn’t you say anything!?”

“I’m sorry, I was a little surprised!”, Faustino shouted back. “Who ARE you, anyway!?”

“I’m the guy who’s going to kick Osvaldo’s ass.”, Bradley said calmly. “But maybe yours too, if I need to. I’m honestly not sure at this point! Oh, hold on, this might hurt!”

Bradley, using Faustino’s wheelchair as a battering ram, knocked in the door to the theater 3. That made two doors he had entered in a dramatic fashion. Good day so far.

“Bradley Ratliff…Commander of the Orso Family’s Varia.”, an old man’s voice from across the theater oozed. “And the trashpile.”

“Don’t you talk bad about Uranus like that!”, Bradley shouted. The lion growled in agreement and indignation

“I…I was talking about the cripple you just used as a siege weapon…”, the man directly below the screen murmured. “My name is Osvaldo Ferraro. I will be your end.”

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The Varia all looked at each other, a little hesitantly. Slowly, Matt began to laugh.

“We seriously just fucking broke that thing into pieces.”, he managed to get out before he fell over from laughter. He held up the Mosca’s head in one hand. “This thing. All that buildup. A giant death robot. We broke it in one big move. That is the saddest fucking thing I have ever seen happen in my life.”

Rachel sighed. Even she had to admit she was a little disappointed in the abilities of the robot. Laura scowled.

“Something’s not right here…”, she murmured. “I felt it…Right before we broke the robot, its power dropped to zero…and it returned to the building. But not to the man inside…but nearby him. We were just tricked.”

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“The fuck IS this thing?!”, Baldovino shouted, looking at the seals on the door. Despite having been broken down by Bradley, the door had returned to its hinges, and wouldn’t budge.

Alphonso opened his box, releasing a Cloud Rhino, while Baldovino released his Storm Komodo Dragon. Both animals bashed their bodies against the door, which still showed no signs of breaking.

“It’s some kind of barrier…”, Alphonso murmured. “I can feel intense Sky Flames…but not just Osvaldo’s. It’s equally made of Faustino’s, and the Orso boy’s…”

“What are you saying, Fonz?!”, Baldovino demanded.

“I’m saying that those two are stuck inside a room sealed airtight with that madman, and there’s nothing we can do to get in.”, Alphonso growled.

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“Beautiful, isn’t it?”, Osvaldo asked, as projector suddenly turned on, not displaying any images, but providing some light to the room beyond that of Uranus’ mane. The entire room was covered in seals on slips of paper. Some would say this kind of barrier is the stuff of miracles. But not me. I say I can deconstruct any so-called miracle, break it into a million tiny parts, and recreate it. I create the miracles. That makes me GOD. These seals register who is inside its boundaries, and what kind of flame type they have. Once there are two of a single kind, it won’t allow anyone else through. So now…Sky types are free to move as they please, but no one else can come inside.”

“Sounds pretty cowardly.”, Faustino said angrily. Osvaldo chuckled.

“Cowardly?”, he asked. “It’s the intelligent choice. I don’t want to be mobbed by an army of you and lose due to sheer numerical advantage.”

“I like it.”, Bradley said with a smile. “It’s almost the perfect system for a one on one fight. Hey, Skull Kid. You better not try to interfere, alright?”

“I can fight, too!”, Faustino protested. Bradley sighed and shook his head.

“I didn’t ask if you could fight.”, he said. “I told you…I want him for myself. I know you’ve got your own personal reasons to not like him, but…tough. I’m taller than you, so it’s my turn to fight him first.”

“What kind of system is that!?”, Faustino protested.

“It works for me, alright!?”, Bradley spat back. “Zach gets first pick, ‘cause he’s boss, but then I get second, ‘cause I’m tallest! Scott and Taylor are short, so they go after me!”

“I’m not arguing how well it works for YOU, I’m arguing how it’s STUPID!”

“You…Shut up.”

“If you two are about done…”, Osvaldo murmured. “I’d like to get on with taking your ring, Mr. Commander…I have a very important client I’d like to deliver it to…”

“Oh, you’re not getting this baby.”, Bradley said, his face growing serious. “It’s a present from a good friend of mine.”

“I don’t care about the sentimental value.”, Osvaldo murmured. “I care about the several thousand dollars the Infinito Family has promised me for that ring alone. Not to mention the spot as Chief Armorer for their family they promised once I’ve finished this job.”

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Sonia sneered down at Taylor as the wind blew through the open field. Scott leaned against his motorcycle Cambio Forma nonchalantly, sunglasses on.

“Poor little dear…”, she murmured. “Were you looking for these?”

She held up the bag of Arcoferro and jingled them.

“My team tells me we won that battle fairly.”, Taylor began, speaking slowly. “I appreciate that you were trying to keep them from that big scary monster you ran away from like a little bitch, but we made it go away. You can give me my prize, now.”

“Oh, you’re just adorably sassy when you think you’re winning.”, Sonia laughed. She threw the bag behind her a considerable distance. “If you want it, you’ll have to get through me.”

Scott stepped forward.

“As if we’d go for that.”, he groaned. “Of course I’m just going to go pick those up.”

Sonia raised an eyebrow and she smiled.

“Oh, are you?”, she asked, as a flash of grey passed her. Scott had to dodge to avoid the Shade Model Mal Mosca decapitating him.

“Toy of yours?”, he asked. Sonia’s smile grew.

“Something my brother designed for me…”, she murmured. “Just to make sure you wouldn’t cheat.”

“Because there’s only room on this battlefield for one coward. I understand.”, Taylor said, releasing Amber, her Sky Kinkajou. “Come on, Amber. Let’s show this lady who the real genius leader is.”

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The Goblin Model Mal Mosca whirred to life, right next to the bag of Arcoferro. It crawled inside, reaching for a piece of the rare metal. It drew the orange Arcoferro first.

Its tiny diamond blade began to vibrate rapidly, as it moved it closer to the lustrous orange metal. It was time to perform its duty.

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