Fate's Game[STINGLU FANFIC]

Chapter 9 PT. 1: The Colosseum

Chapter 9 Part 1

::Time Skip:: 1 Year Later

The crowd's leering eyes and jeers infuriated her and she used that to her advantage - fueling her magic power with anger. She stood in the middle of the circular area of the Colosseum; the marble structure styled after an ancient architecture. She kicked up a dust tornado with a mindless flick of her foot and looked at her opponent. It was a pretty brunette with six-inch heels with straps that swirled around her legs up to her knees. She was dress in black shorts and a white T-shirt which completely threw off the whole heels style.

A cruel smile stretched her full lips; she was going to have fun ripping her apart. In a blink of an eye, she was behind the girl and was gearing up for a kick but was pushed back by a force. Oh? What curious technique. The girl had manifested a shield at the last second and had the magic particles surrounding it pulse outward, pushing her away.

This time she laughed, "You're interesting. I'll show you my magic since you showed me yours."

"Lady of the Maiden, Virgo," but instead of the celestial spirit appearing, she was equipped with a maid outfit and her hair tied in two high ponytails, "outfit," she finished. She ignored the renewed cheers.

The brunette took a step back, analyzing her. She hoped she survived; she liked her. It would make matches more exciting if she got to fight her again. She made the exact same move but at the last second dove underground and pulled the girl's legs down. Her yelp of surprise earned yet another round of chants. How disgusting.

She came above ground and cradled the brunette; her hand traveled slowly down the brunette's thigh, she leaned close to her ear, "Wicked heels," and snap her ankle.

Her shout of pain pleased her and the crowd, and she blasted her with yet another wave of magic. She stood up, leaning on her right leg and stared her down.

She let out a breath of disappointment, no good either, huh? She ended the match earlier than expected by running her hand through the girl's chest. She dropped her cooling body to the ground and walked off the field - ignoring the complaints of the bastards.

She had planned on letting the girl live but the look in her eyes had stopped her. They had sparkled with hidden tears and pleaded with her own. Kill me.

A figured leaned in the shadows, his muscles rippling as he stretched and joined her, "That was merciful of you, Heart-chan."

"There was nothing merciful about it. She was going to die by my hands anyhow; it just happened to be today." She answered smoothly at the question

"I would have liked a taste of her blood."

"Anyone who can't win their initiation battle isn't worth your time."

"I suppose your right," he sighed, "but you hardly ever let your opponents live!"

"That's the point," she entered the dimly light hallway

"Hey, how about you let me have some of your blood?"

Her heart picked up speed but she forced herself to remain at the same pace, "Drink it off your next opponent."

He swung in front of her, blocking her way, "Come on, Filia." A faint red shadow haunted his brown eyes, and she found her resolve crumbling, "No, Jace."

"Filia." He had taken ahold of her hands, and was now using his special ability - the damn puppy-dog eyes. She gave it another thought; she wanted to remember her life before arriving and the mysterious red scales that adorned her neck, but she also didn't want to. There was no chance of escaping any time soon and it would only torture her to know she had had a life.