Opposites Attract - C.Dallas

27

*Crystal's P.O.V - Ciara's Mum*
A mortuary van waited at the entry of the tiny alley. Dozens of swirling blue lights flashed outside the casino brightly.

Uniformed officers were unreeling the blue and white crime scene tape across
St Mellions Avenue. Some officers pushed back the crowds of people who were trying to take a glimpse of the dead corpse. I and Agent Spence ducked under the tape and headed towards the scene.

The digital radios chattered and clacked and all officers were busy doing their jobs.

"Agent Smith, Agent Spence." DC Max nodded.

"Do you have any info on what's happened?" I asked the detective.

"Someone has cut his throat. All of it." He replied.

I pulled on thin blue latex gloves and kneeled down to review the body.

"Tom Sharpe. 29 Years old. He's well known as an addict. He's been an addict for the past 4 years." DC Parsons continued.

"What's the main drug?" Spence asked.

"There's two. Heroine and Cocaine." He answered.

"The worst ones." I muttered.

"Torch." I demanded.

Someone had shined the torch on the body, giving me a better look. The fierce, strong white lights allowed me to look at the bloodied neck. It had literally been torn out. The only thing that had kept the head attached to the body was the spine.

I groan in annoyance and pity.

"What do your team reckon of this?" I ask as I get up.

"Either he hasn't paid his dealer or he's revealed the identity of the dealer to some other and the dealer was well aware of that and decided to kill him." He explained.

I nod agreeing him.

The alley was cold but through my thin rubber gloves, I could feel the sweat forming on my palms. I removed the gloves and threw them in a disposal bag. I could smell the corpse' blood. It smelt metallic with the scent of alcohol.

I looked at the corpse that had once been a man. His hair was short and his face was brutally pale.

"We questioned a few people. They all recall seeing a gang creepily hang around the casino. We just need CCTV to prove that and identify them. After that, we shall find them and arrest them." The detective said.

"Their sentence is most likely to be on death row." I say, earning an agreement from both of the others.

*Ciara's P.O.V*
"I still have no prom date." I whine.

"Me either." Caitlin also whined.

I looked at her wide eyed. Hoping she's thinking along the same pages as I.

"No I am not going to the prom with you. I want to go with a boy." She rudely states.

"Rude." I mutter and rest my back on the chair with my arms crossed.

"I was hoping for Nash to ask but he still hasn't." She furrowed her eyebrows.

"He needs convincing." I say.

"I just need to come up with a plan." Caitlin evilly grinned.

"Good luck." I say.

*****

Tonight is fight night. I'm always excited. The crew are coming along to watch me fight. Caitlin's backed out tonight.

We were at the arena, awaiting for my turn.

"Spectators! It's time for a new round with new fighters. I introduce you all, Ciara Smith and Ellie Brown!" Michael introduced us both.

Ellie?! ELLIE! For f*cks sake! Michael must be pushing his luck. This is clearly done to test me.

I looked at the guys to see mixed emotions showing on their face'.

"Somebody call 911 if I rip her f*cking guts out." I angrily mutter as I make my way towards the ring.

I threw off my black hoody and started to wrap my hands.

"Ciara. Remember, if she's close to losing consciousness, leave her on the ground. You'll win the game as it is if that does occur. Understand?" He quirked his eyebrow.

I nod understanding.

I step towards the middle of the arena. Ellie makes her way towards me, looking confident.

"Be prepared Ellie." I daringly challenge.

"I'm ready as ever." She grows even more confident.

I smirk at her attitude.

"Opponents ready!" Michael yells through the mic.

Me and Ellie get into our positions, allowing Michael to know that were ready. I turned my neck from left to right, making series of clicks with succession.

"Start!" He loudly says as the bell goes off.

Drawing her arm back, Ellie swung her fist into my nose. I stumbled slightly. My hands rose to cover up my nose. I squeezed my eyes shut from the impact. Surprisingly, that was a good punch.

I'm impressed.

I let go and grinned at her. Be ready for the unexpected b*tch.

I charged at her and jumped on her, causing her back to hit the ground.

After taking eight punches to her vital areas, only hearing loud whimpers escape her mouth, I stood up allowing her to gain control to see what her next actions were going to be.

She slowly got up, gaining balance. She looked at me, showing no emotion. She looked like she couldn't fight any more.

Then a flash of anger crossed her eyes. She wasn't giving up easily.

She bolted straight for me and slammed her elbow into my jaw causing me to step a few paces back. She swung her arm round again, hoping to punch my face but I leaned backwards and ducked. I got back up and punched her on the middle of her forehead.

Her body fell limp on the floor and a groan escaped her bloodied mouth. I straddled over her to regain her from moving anywhere. I held down her arms and used my legs to hold down hers.

"AND HOLD!" Michael's voice beamed through the arena over the crowds chanting.

"1."

Ellie tried to get out of my grasp but failed.

"2." He said much louder.

I was now determined that I had won this fight.

"3!" He excitedly shouted through the mic.

I stood up and held my hand out for Ellie. She accepted it and I pulled her up.

"Thanks." She muttered.

"Anytime." I muttered back.

"Well Done Ciara!" Michael congratulated.

I earned several claps from the crowd.

I walked out of the centre, away from the ring and paced towards the guys. They all had grins plastered on their faces.

"How was I?" I asked.

"Amazing!" Cam said and the others nodded.

"Thanks guys." I smiled.

"Would you like an ice d*ck with that?" Cam asked referring to my jaw holding up ice cube shaped as a penis.

Ice Dick?!