The Arena Fighters

✔️Chapter 3

Xavier

It was after the last fight when everyone had left and Jackson and I were the last two people to leave.

"Hey, go home without me. There's something I need to do," I told him.

Jackson gave a nod as he said his goodbyes and I gave a wave in response. Once my friend was out of
view, I turned back to the circus themed tent behind me of which The Arena Fights occurred in.

I knew this was probably a bad idea, but I needed to know the truth behind the fights. I snuck back into the now empty tent and looked around from the stands before deciding to enter The Arena itself.

I walked to the centre and couldn't help but look around myself from where I stood. If I thought the
place looked huge from the stands, it looked even bigger from The Arena.

It was daunting for me just thinking about all those eyes watching my every move from the stands
and from there I deducted that, for the girls to look so confident in The Arena and not care for what
the crowd was thinking or saying about them, they must've been doing this for quite some time.

I spun around slowly on the spot as I looked around at the empty stands before turning my attention
to the dirt covered floor. The same floor where many lives were lost and much blood was spilled.

Or at least they made it look that way.

It was all just an act, wasn't it? No one really died here, right?

I crouched down as I noticed something about the ground. I would've thought the dirt was dry and
held no moisture about it, but it was damp.

I hesitantly reached my hand down to lightly press my index and middle finger against the dirt and
noticed how my fingers seemed to dampen slightly with a sticky liquid. I lifted my hand from the ground and turned it over. I frowned as I saw a scarlet coloured liquid that looked an awful lot like blood coating the tips of my fingers. It was only when I smelled the metallic scent that I knew that was exactly what it was.

"The hell?" I muttered quietly to myself.

I wanted to believe that the fights were fake. I wanted to believe that no one truly died in The Arena.

But the blood-soaked dirt floor beneath me said otherwise. I had a feeling these fights were real, but
I had hoped I was wrong.

Grossed out and a little freaked out by the revelation of the blood-soaked dirt, I stood up and moved myself out of The Arena and over to where the cages are usually standing during fights.

I noticed how along the wall of The Arena, on every space there was for one of the cages to stand,
there seemed to be some sort of socket, like you would see if you were looking for something to plug an electrical cord into.

I frowned as I remembered seeing one of the guards take a cord from beneath one of the cages and
plug it into the wall. I noticed the girl in the cage back away from the bars of the cage a little as small
sparks ran up the metal bars.

The bars in the cages were electric? Why would they need to do that? Are the girls really that dangerous? Or is it to ensure they don't run away and escape this life?

There were so many questions running through my head. I knew the only way I would get any answers is if I spoke to the girls. The only question I had for myself was how was I supposed to find them? They don't exactly seem like the types that would hand out phone numbers to whoever wanted them. Heck, I don't know if they even have phones.

I looked around myself, hoping to maybe see some sort of clue that would lead me to at least one of
them.

What were their names again? I think the Commentator said the name of each girl who came out to fight along with the names of their opponents. I couldn't care less for the names of their opponent, but I think I remember the names of the girls.