Meet the Murderer.

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~Daniels P.O.V~

"Daniel, get over here so I can wrap your knuckles." Toby said.

Hi I am Daniel. I am 6 foot 4 inches. I fight for a living and am nineteen. You might be wondering why I am nineteen and fighting to make money. Well I had a one night stand with a girl. I don't know her name although I would like to. Well anyway she told her friend that she was knocked up and didn't know the father. The word got around and I had to tell my parents that the child was mine. Since my parents were very Christian like they kicked me out. I have been fighting ever since. That happened when I was seventeen. It is fun, for me anyway. I have to beat the crap out of the other person until they are dead or almost dead. Sound bad, I know. The good part is that I have never lost, obviously.

"I am coming give me a second." I told Toby. "Do you know if that girl is coming or not?"

"Her name is Bree. And yes she is coming last I knew. She told me you liked her to be there because, it boosts your confidence. Is she the only reason that you win every Tuesday?" Toby asked.

"Maybe, wait why do you care, you only care if I win right?" I said.

"Right. Now get out there and win." He said.

I hear my name and run out to the ring like a bear was chasing me. I get in my corner and the announcer calls the other guys name. He steps in the ring and he looks at me. He is huge. The announcer said he is 6 foot 8 inches. So he is four inches taller than me. He is also 214 pounds of pure muscle. My heart is beating so fast and I feel like I am going to pass out. The round bell rings signaling the first round is happening. Toby yells something at me but I can't hear anything but my heartbeat. He comes at me and I duck seeing his fist come toward my face. When he swung at me again I ducked but went for his legs. At least that way I can get him down to my level. I knocked his feet from under him and straddled his waist throwing punches where ever I could hit. I finally knocked him out and kept beating him til he had no heartbeat left. That's when I noticed how much bigger he was and that I had just won.

I hear the door to the club bust open and three cops come in.

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