Darkness Within (ON HOLD AND MAJOR EDITING BEING DONE)

Chapter 29 ~ Surprise And Merry Christmas

When I lift my head everyone is shocked shitless, even my parents. All they do is stare at me.

"Well Merry Christmas. I'll just see you all tonight then," I say before exiting the building.

I walk out in the cold winter snow hugging myself for warmth. Being Christmas, almost no one is on the streets. I struggle through the snow as it almost swallows me alive. I can't stand this. I need to do something, now.

I walk past a building when I hear screams and cheers. Odd. I walk up through the back and see two guards watching the back door. Through the open door the noises intensifies along with the sounds of groaning and grunts. Chancing it I walk up, but the guards stop me. They look over me and try to send me away. I stand my ground.

"Batirlo , chico. usted no pertenece a un club de lucha .(*Beat it, kid. You don't belong at a fight club*)," one of the buffoons sneers at me.

My eyes flash green and they nearly piss themselves. I smirk and walk through the door as they hug each other in fear. I simply cast a spell on them to make them believe I am physically and mentally their worst nightmare. I smirk as I step around them and walk inside.

In here the lighting is terrible. Except for where all the action is at. In the center of the room sits an octagon cage. Two shirtless, sweaty male fighters are inside. One is a ginger and the other is a blonde. The blonde has the ginger pinned to the floor with his waist and is repeatedly punching him. Eventually we all hear the sickening sound of the ginger's skull being crushed. He's dead.

A man walks in with a microphone and lifts the winner's right, blood covered, hand saying, "el batidor rubia tiene uno la lucha. que ostenta el título de chapion. ¿alguien se atreve a enfrentarse a él ?" (*The blonde beater has won the fight. He holds the title of champion. Does anyone dare face him?*)

This place is a Spanish fight club. That makes more sense.

There are murmurs around the room to see if anyone has the balls to even think about doing this.

"Lo haré. Yo lo enfrento. (*I'll do it. I'll face him*)," I raise my hand from the back of the crowd.

The room is mostly made up of men and they all turn to stare at me before laughing.

"Usted ? Se podría ir en contra de la gran batidor rubia? Estás a una niña ? El segundo se rompe la uña que va a correr a casa a llorar a su mamá. (*You? You would go against the great blonde beater? You're just a little girl? The second you break your nail you will be running home to cry to your mommy.*)," calls out this Blonde Beater.

"me golpeó con su mejor tiro , perra. (*Hit me with your best shot, bitch.*)," I yell back.

All the men laugh again.

"Voy a ir fácil en usted. No querría hacer daño suuch un rostro hermoso , ahora ¿verdad ?(*I'll go easy on you. Wouldn't want to hurt such a beautiful face, now would we?*)," He patronizes.

I just smirk in return as I walk over to the cage. The crowd splits like the red sea for me.

Once inside I take off my jacket and throw it to the side. When that is done the announcer begins his speech on the rules, "Se trata de un subterráneo español jaula de lucha de la arena. Las reglas de este es ; no hay policías , dicen a nadie, invitan a nadie, no hay magia , sin tecnología, sin armas . Esta es una batalla a muerte . Última en pie llega a salir de esto con vida (*This is an underground spanish fight club. The rules of this is; no cops, tell no one, invite no one, no magic, no technology, and no weapons. This is a battle to the death. Last one standing gets to walk out of this alive.*)!"