I was lead to the arena and I wrapped my hands on the way. This fight is supposed to my hardest one. I take a deep breath then walk through the gate.
Immediately my ears are hit by screaming, cheering, cursing, and men betting on me or my opponents' life.
I keep a straight face and evaluate the person in front of me. He was huge like the last dude I fought but he was still remarkably tall and looks rock hard. He had black eyes and a sinister smile on his face.
He immediately made me feel like he was looking into my soul.
I cracked my hands and my neck and get ready for the bell and the familiar sting in my neck. Except the bell rang and there was no sting.
My opponent, who I learned was named Ares after the God of war supposedly, jumped at me.
I dodge and lock eyes with my master. He was testing me to see if I was the mindless monster he thought I was. I immediately started to attack. I punched his stomach hard enough to hear bones crack. I feel a hit connect to my lip, and immediately I taste blood. We jump away from each other and Ares smiles at me. We jump at each other again, and his right hand comes out to punch me, I let my right hand aim at his fist, and let myself use my full strength. There was a ringing sound when our fist collides like metal against metal. He was enhanced too. But I can tell he didn't have titanium cause I felt his knuckle dent a little. He looks surprised and I took the opportunity of his distraction.
I drop down and swipe his leg out from under him. He drops like a rock but he quickly brings me down with him. I suddenly felt a knife and I quickly use my arms and push myself up. I am now four feet above the man, and he smirks while throwing the old bloody knife at me. I catch it between my pointer finger and thumb.
He looks so surprised and it almost made me laugh, keyword is almost.
I suddenly drop down on top of him and quickly take my left pointer finger and secretly hit him under his jaw.
I hit a specific rein that will slow his breathing and his heartbeat and he will be presumed dead.
It only lasts for an hour though.
The crowd was going wild. some didn't seem that happy since the fight was less bloody, Jeez, and they call me an animal.
I looked at my master and he smiled at me.
Ares was dragged away and I hoped he stayed knockout for an hour and not earlier. I
I stood there now blood flowing out of my lip. Everyone was collecting money and yelling and arguing.
Time seems to slow down.
This old warehouse was my hell hole. I was in the arena surrounded by seats. I was 10 feet below everyone and was separated by a thick concrete wall.
My master was now very drunk and was sitting at the edge of the wall. He had some other men who wore very expensive suits sitting with him. It was time to escape. I quickly run and jump up and sling myself over the wall.
No one noticed me, everyone was either trying to get their money they won, or drunk. My master was the only one who made eye contact with me but it was too late. I quickly take the knife I stole off from the area, and charge. The knife landed next to his neck and distracted him. It only took me a split second to grab the remote from his hand, grab the knife, and dash away. As soon as I jumped down into the arena and dashed for the door I heard my master bellow.
"Nicky!" That was my real name, I haven't heard in years, I almost didn't recognize it.
I quickly kick the door and run out of the arena. I quickly run through the halls and found an empty hallway. Suddenly I hear a guard coming and I jump and kick off the doorknob and grab the pipe connected to the ceiling. I straighten myself out so the guard didn't see me. He ran under me and I jumped on him. He hit his head in the fall so he was out. I grabbed his gun, his keys, and his key card. Also, a wad of cash from the betting in the arena he had in his wallet.
I run quietly towards the garage and hid quickly when guards showed up and ran past me or underneath me. The alarm was blaring now and it was giving me a headache. My already frantic heart felt like it was beating out of my chest.
I need to get out of here.
I found the garage and take the tracker out of the jeep that I was going to steal. I suddenly stopped. I need the police to find them without finding me. If I call anonymously they will try to figure out who called, and I plan to disappear.
I suddenly saw some kerosine jugs, and I quickly grab them and climb through the unusually big vent that I spotted. I crawled through and stopped when I found the arena. I quickly hit the screen off, and throw the jugs down into the arena. Everyone stopped there fun at the noise, but it was too late because I had pointed the gun I stole and skillfully pulled the trigger. The jugs exploded, and I crawled fast backwards the way I came. The police showed be alerted of the explosion by any passersby. I quickly jumped out and shut the vent.
I turned and see the man I hated most.
"Well, my darling that was a good plan, but let us call it a day, yeah?"
He took a step towards me and I quickly point the gun at him. He stops and for a second surprise flashes on his face, but disappears in that second. He was wearing his best suit tonight. An expensive all-black suit. He had a black lace tie, and his black button-up shirt had the same lace pattern.
"I am not your darling," I growl. I put my finger on the trigger, and he takes another step back. "you going to kill me." he says while chuckling, and for a second I lose my confidence. But then I remember my family, my brother bleeding out in front of me. His spark in his eyes fading out.
I aim the gun and give the devil a smirk. "I will see you in hell." I press the trigger and he falls with a red dot on his forehead. His ugly face holds a surprise face even in death. I put the gun on safety and run and jump into the jeep.
I have never driven in my life, but there is no time like the present. I shakily start the jeep and tentatively hit the gas pedal. It lurched forward, and a new journey began.