Whispers Under the Moonlight [Lesbian Story]

Bad Air, Bad Vibes

"Never let your sense of morals prevent you from doing what is right." – Isaac Asimov

Sweat trickled, eyes blurred, body sore; the crowd chanted even more. Loud hollering and jeering blended in the sea of voices, nearly deafening both combatants in the circle they have formed.

Howls of disappointment began to silence the jeers; a few did not like their attitude, enough for a brawl to break in the crowd. A loud growl eventually silenced the masses of eager teens that waited for their turn of redemption.

"Is that all you got, freshie?" Prince taunted Katherine, who's busted lip dripped blood on the earthen ring.

Katherine tried to push herself off the ground and wiped the trail of blood with her arm whilst she struggled to stay on her feet. The opponent she faced was a sophomore that stood an outstanding height of six-foot-two for a half shift that was just an inch taller than her.

"The battle only ends until one yields," Prince reminded the two of them as he stepped back, away from the circle, "So, what are you waiting for?!"

At his permission, Katherine's opponent swiftly darted towards her and threw a clean left hook, which instantly connected to Katherine's right cheek; it agitated her, but she did not wish to fight back. The pain was bearable, but she knew not how long she can last; her knuckles ached to punch back, but she could not.

Her eyes often searched the crowd for the morphling she promised – a promise she intended to keep. She can smell her in the sea of bodies, but she can only search for so long; her arms were raised to defend herself, but it did not do much considering her nearly battered face and slightly swollen eye.

Moving away from her opponent, Katherine tried her best to dodge his fists and his sharpened claws, not really up for another session with the doctor. It astounded her that in her half state she was able to stand, but bothered her that she could not command her legs whilst human.

Maybe it really was mental?

Katherine thought as she dodged a hook from her opponent by rolling left; the fight continued with nothing but dodges from her, although a few did connect from her opponent. Nothing was too deep of a wound that her regenerative power could not fix — all except her fatigue and swelling perhaps.

"Prince stop this!" Ori shouted above the crowd as she shoved the pack hound's chest and earned her a mere devilish smirk, "You're taking things too far!"

"This isn't something you'd understand," Prince shook his head as he glanced at the fight, aware that Katherine would fall soon, "Besides, she hasn't yielded yet," he told her as he faced the fight, "That's all she has to do to stop it," he explained with smirk on his lips, "That is, if she yields."

Ori noticed the tone of his voice and made her worry for Katherine. Her eyes shifted to the ring and widened them at the sight of a battered Katherine on the ground again; she took a step forward but felt a hand hold her back from even entering the ring.

Darting her eyes to Prince, Ori shot him a death glare, but his golden eyes threatened her, which made her grit her teeth silently as she veered her eyes back at Katherine, who was once again trying to stand up. Her heart could not fathom the sight of her friend fighting, as though her life was in peril, but she knew better that it was not — not completely.

"Katherine," Ori whispered in worry as she saw the blonde look up to her. One of Katherine's right eyes was already swollen as Ori bit her lower lip, holding herself back from intervening with this ritual; this was not her first time here and yet whenever she was there, only bloodshed ever greeted her.