My romantic storys

The blind fighter

Inspiration is the song Castle by Halsey

I'm sitting on a bench listening to all the noice. I'm in a underground club waiting for my turn to go into the ring. The noice around me tells me that one of the people currently in the ring is down and the other is finishing the job. This is not just another fight club, I am owned by a man called King, funny name huh? These fights are to show the other men that there is no going against King, seeing as he trained me. Well more like forced me to survive, it turns out I'm pretty good at that, seeing as I'm still alive this day. To explain that I will tell you the rules of this fight: There are no rules. We fight until one of us dies, sounds like fun doesn't it. It used to bother me, to kill I mean. But after a while I understood that I was one of the few who still had some humanity left in them. A lot of the people I have fought were broken beyond repair, and it was me or them. I don't know but I just don't care anymore. I have no family, no friends, and the only thing I fight for is my life. I know there is no chance to escape but that doesn't mean I haven't tried, multiple times. I am ripped out of my thoughts by a person who is pushed down on the bench next to me, most likely the guy who has to fight after me.

"This will be a double fight." King said to me and the guy.

"I don't do double and you know it, King." I say annoyed. Because I was one of his best fighters I had some things to say.

"I know you don't trust anyone, Cara. But they want a double fight and I only have you and this guy left."

"This guy would like to get his blindfold off." The guy next to me said. His voice is low but I think he is not that old, maybe 19-20.

"Would you shut up for a second I'm trying to talk here." I say coldly. "Now, if you want a double fight so badly then I will fight two people at once. But I will not fight with someone."

"You are a girl.." the guy next to me mutters.

"What gave you that impression? My feminine character?" I say sarcastically.

"I like you two together already." King says. "And Cara you will fight together with him, I don't care that you don't trust him, or anyone for that matter." I curse under my breath and sigh.

"Fine.." I say grumbling.  

"I'm a pretty decent fighter if I must say so myself." the guy says.

"Well lets not say that yourself, okay?" I snap at him "I need to trust you with my life, I know I won't, but at least tell me your name so I know who to haunt when you kill me."

"I'm Dylan."

"Cara. AKA the blind fighter." I can hear him taking in a sharp breath.

"The blind fighter is female.." He says slowly.

"You don't say, but I don't really like that name."

"Is it true that you are really blind?" I roll my eyes.

"No..." I say sarcastically. "Of cours stupid, why else would they call me that?"

"But how do you fight if you can't see?" he asks, not faced by my sarcasm.

"I listen, I can hear everything. The beating in your heart, the way you moved away from me a bit when I said I was the blind fighter.. And King who should work on his breathing if he wants to keep me from spotting him." I hear a chuckle from my right and grin a bit.

"Don't blame a man for trying." King says. "But your up. Try not to get her killed Dylan, she is my best."

"I'll try." Dylan answers, he sounds normal but I can  feel him shaking. I hear King walking over to us and removing Dylans blindfold. I stand and walk over to the door, but am being held back by I suppose Dylan. "I'll go up front, you can hold onto me for guidance."