Hounded

56: Fighter for cash

Tyler was forever thankful for the medication dr. Dawson gave him. His migraines still are pretty bad but he doesnt have to wait that long with them anymore before the medication kicks in and eases the pain.

Things have been good for the last year, no problems or anything... but you know the saying, good things never last. Tyler had gone to the grocery store to pick up a few things for supper. Momma and the family were coming over tonight.

He was reading the back of a box of cake mix when someone came up beside him. "Tyler." They said. Tyler looked at them, furrowing his eyebrows cause he didnt recognize them. "Do I know you?" He asked. "No.. but I know you." They said. "Can i help you with something?" Tyler asked.

"Yes actually." They said. "Okay what can i help you with?" He asked. "Follow me outside." They said, moving their jacket a little bit to reveal a gun that was stuffed into the waistband of their pants. Tyler's eyes widened and he looked up at them. They smiled softly. "Let's go shall we?" They asked.

Tyler didnt say anything. He complies with them and let them guide him out of the store, not wanting to cause a scene inside the store. Once out in the parking lot Tyler tried to get away from them.

A van pulled up and more people got out though. Tyler swallowed thickly. "Get in." One of them said. "What do you want?" Tyler asked. "You. Now get in." They said. Tyler laughed softly and shook his head, taking a few steps back. "You're crazy." He said, going to turn and leave.

He was grabbed from behind. He struggled for a moment before he caught glimpse of a needle out of the side of his eye. He didnt have time to react before it was jammed into his neck. Within seconds he was out cold.

He woke up in a cold room, his arms chained above his head and his body aching. It took a moment to focus his eyes but the second he did he was being striked across the face. He groaned softly. It was the same guy from the grocery store.

"Who are you?" He asked. "I'm a friend of dr. Hassens." The man said. Tyler rolled his eyes. "What do you want?" He asked. "You.. I want you and your powers." The man said. "Fuck you." Tyler replied, groaning when he was punched in the stomach.

"What your mouth boy." The man said. Tyler sighed. "Why do you want me?" He asked. "You're gonna fight for me.. just like the other rejects from Hassens experiments, they all get sent to me to fight.. we take bids on who's gonna win." The man smiled.  "No." Tyler replied simply.

"Excuse me?" The man asked. "No. I'm not gonna fight. I dont want to fight anymore." Tyler said tiredly. "Well that's too bad." The man said, grabbing Tyler's chin and forcing him to look at him. "Cause you either fight or you die." He said pressing his gun to Tyler's chest.

"Howd you find me?" Tyler asked. "Dont you worry your pretty little face about that." The man said with a smile. "Why do you want me to fight?" Tyler asked. "Cause you're gonna make me a lot of money." The man replied.

"How?" Tyler asked. "You're one of the most powerful mutants dr. Hassen has put into this world. You're in control of them. You're stronger then most. You're gonna win alot of fights... gonna make alot of money." The man said.

"I dont use my mutations anymore.. I dont even know if I still can." Tyler said. "That's bullshit." Rhe man replied. "I'm serious.. I havent used them in over a year... I have no reason to use them. I live a normal life now." Tyler said.

"I know you can still use them. I know you still have control of them... so heres the deal. You're gonna fight for me. You're gonna make me money. You can still live your normal life and blah blah blah but you're gonna fight for me on the side... think of it as your job." The man said.

".... will I get paid?" Tyler asked. "You'll get twenty percent of what I make off you. Which doesnt sound like much but it is when it comes to this stuff.. you have no idea how much people will pay for this shit." The man replied.

"How much.. roughly?" Tylet asked. "Say probably around three grand a fight." The man said. Tyler thought about it for a moment. "Do I still get it if i lose?" He asked.

"We dont make as much on fights you lose but we still get a fight pay. So it wont be as much.. but you're not gonna lose, cause if you do ill put you through countless hours of torture." The man said.

"So three grand a fight if I win?" Tyler asked. "Give or take." The man said. "And I can still go about my life normally?" Tyler asked. "Yep." The man replied. Tyler sighed. "On one condition." Tyler said. "And what's that?" The man asked. "You cant tell Josh or dix or anyone in my family." Tyler said. "Deal." The man grinned.