Split

~2~

Void

I see Marine there training, man he's good. He is punching a training dummy and sometimes kicks it. He moves fast and has a lot of strength.

I walk towards him, unsure how to start a conversation. He notices me and stops punching the training dummy. 

"Hi, I'm Void." I say a little nervous. 

"Ahh so you're the famous Void. Hi, I'm Marine. Nice to meet you." Hey says. 

"You know me?" 

"Yeah, of course! Everyone that's in street fighting knows you." He answers. 

"Well I be damned." He chuckles. 

"Can I spar with you?" I ask. 

"Yeah sure, you need to warm up first before we spar, or else you won't survive tomorrow." He says. 

I chuckle at his comment and start to warm up. After 10 minutes I am all warmed up and ready to go.

I signal to him that we can spar and he walks towards his place on the opposite side of the ring, well ring, its more like the Colosseum with a lowered sand pit. I wait for him to charge. As he did, he tried to punch me. Keyword tried. I dodged his punch and punched him in the stomach. He was disorientated but quickly regained his composure. I took his weakly defense in advantage and I swing a kick to his side. He stopped my kick by grabbing my leg and he sends me flying to the ground. As I stood up I see him charging at me with full force, trying to punch me. I step to the side and kick him again in his side, this time he loses balance and lays on the ground. He doesn't stand up, I walk to him and help him get up. "Not bad" I say. "Not bad either." He says back. I know that he held back. "People are going to come in soon." He says referring to the audience that are going to place bets, that's how we make money. "Yeah, I'm gonna go." I say and I walk to the room I changed in.

I waited a bit for other fighters to come so I can have a chat. I specifically wait for my street fighter friend: Easton, fighter name: Cobra, his kicks are deadly but in defense he falters. He doesn't know me or the whole 4 people in one body thing. We just talk often, he doesn't even know my real name, even if that's Void to. I'm getting side tracked.

While I was waiting I looked at the crowd of people that came early. Analyzing for things that could go wrong or people that are fishy, well everyone is fishy here. You get the point. I don't want this street fighting business collapsed, it pays well and it's fun.

My thoughts are interrupted by someone approaching me. I turn around and see Easton standing next to me.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"Have you heard that Marine is here?"
"Yeah I talked with him, nice guy."
"Really?"
"Yeah"
Our conversation dies down and I watch as the first fight begins, the bets are placed and the referee announces that the fight begins.

Its a pretty standard fight, two decent guys going up to each other. Not that interesting, what is interesting though is the guy in the crowd at the back. I haven't seen him here before and he is more formal then the normal crowd that is raging with the fight. He sits back, relaxed, confident and in a suit? Like he is knowing what is going to happen and who wins. He turns from the fight and we make eye contact. He smirks and focuses his attention on the fight again as one guy pins the other guy down. 

I've had enough of this petty cat fighting and leave to go to the other fighters, who stand below. 

They know me as a skilled and quiet one who is not to be messed with and is a good sport. I'm not a good sport when people are sexist though. They always underestimate me when they don't know me, as I'm the only girl here.

There are about 20 fighters, including Marine and Easton. As I join the group I get some greetings and I nod back, acknowledging them. They were talking about the fight that just finished and some other random things. I walk next to Marine, saying hello.

"Have you seen that guy at the back in the crowd." I say to Marine.

"Yeah, he seems suspicious." He says back.

"More out of place, not sincerely bad. He also seems to know who wins and who loses the fights."

"We'll see, good luck with you're fight."

"you to."

I stand back from the group and look at the television screen in the room that displays the pit. Between every fight there is always a 15 minute break to settle bets and prepare. Those 15 minutes are almost over, on the side of the screen I see the next fighters. Marine against Snake. That is risky, Snake is good, a young man that is very fast, very very fast. But Marine is strong and smart. They both walk in the pit and I walk away from the screen to see the fight personally. I want to see their expressions and that is a little difficult with those pixels. 

I enter the sidelines of the ring just on time, as Marine and Snake take places opposite of the ring. The referee counts down and steps out the pit, signalling the start of the fight. Snake immediately speeds to Marine, who stands still. Snake kicks high at Marine's side who catches his foot and flings him back. Snake quickly regains balance before Marine could charge at him. Then out of the corner of my vision I see the guy in the crowd smirking. Marine charges this time at Snake and kicks him strongly in the stomach. Snake falters but punches Marine in the jaw. But he is just throwing his punches, not effectively damaging Marine much. 

I already know who wins, and sure enough Marine knocks out Snake's leg and wins the match. Deciding that I want to meet Marine after the fight, I walk to him as he exits the ring. 

"Good fight." I tell him.

"Nah I could better." He injects.

I know.

"Talk to you later." He says and walks to the changing rooms.

 Talk to you later? What does that mean? I walk to the other fighters and as put my hands in my pocket I feel something in my pocket. I notice that it is a letter.

'Call me'

'XXX-XXX-XXXX'

'-M'

"Oh that sneaky bastard."

~1085 words 

(A/N: yey I'm back, I took a little break

*cough cough* 

half a year

*cough cough*

SORRY!!!

hydrate you guys!)