The Black Teeth

X - Wes

The imaginary clock pounded every second in his head. It all happened so quickly. One second Clyde was leading them, the other he was yanked into a cage to fight for his life. They spared no time to see his opponent, and quickly began the search for this so-called Raze Devon. Jasmine and Wes searched for a free space in which they could talk. They found a small hallway in which was unoccupied, as everyone was watching the wheel to see who or what Clyde was fighting.

"Alright, what's the plan?"

"We need to find Raze Devon. I don't know where he could be though, let's split-

A booming cheer of people cut them off as they quickly found themselves looking at the wheel.

"Shit." Wes had put it perfectly. The one Clyde would be fighting was The Champion. The Champion fought every enemy and lived to tell the tales. The gate opened and a huge man came out. Scars were across his whole face, and knifes where between his knuckles. In the other hand he held a giant clever which was a dark maroon colour, and Wes didn't want to know how it got that colour. The audience boomed as the announcer shouted the opponent. The Champion was the first to swing, and Clyde dodged. Attack after attack came, and The Champion had only clipped his lip. Wes pulled Jasmine back in the hallway and started shooting an idea.

"I have a different idea. Clyde doesn't stand one chance."

"Hurry up and tell me!" Jasmine said desperately. Stress was beginning to enfold them.

"We need to get to the announcers window. I need eyes on The Champion." Wes said.

"Don't tell me you have a gun on you."

"Oh honey, I always keep more then one." He tossed an extra small pistol towards Jasmine. They hid them on their personal and made their way back into the crowd towards the door to the announcers window. They pushed their way until the only challenge came to the two guards. No one was on site of the door as they were watching Clyde fight, but from the sounds of the crowd, things weren't going great.

"What do you need." One guard said roughly. He had a quite handsome figure with his dark blue uniform. They couldn't see his face from the mask they wore.

"There's been a huge mistake. We must speak to the announcers." Jasmine said in a flirty tone.

"No." The guard said simply.

"Oh well that's to bad." Jasmine said.

Whatever she was doing Wes was really confused. They turned around and Jasmine gripped her gun in her hands and knocked one guard out. Wes immediately understood and buckled the other guards knees, dropping him for the perfect chance to pull them into the stairway and close the door behind them.

"Your terrible." Wes said admiringly. "Change into the uniforms.

"Why the hell-

"Just do it."

After awkwardly stripping them of their uniforms they dressed quickly. They hadn't put the masks on yet.

"How do I look." Jasmine asked. Both of their uniforms fit better then expected.

"Clyde is getting his crapped knocked out and your wondering how you look?"

They climbed the concrete stairwell. Step after step was it's own attack of guilt of knocking incident guards out. But they reassured themselves it was to save Clyde, and that they've done worse before. Eventually, they ignored the feeling. The climb felt longer and longer as they walked.

"Beautiful." Wes said.

He felt the heat from Jasmine and decided it was the best way to boost her confidence, as what would come next, wouldn't be an easy task. Finally reaching the steel door, Wes wished his good luck.