I shift uncomfortabley in my chair as I watch what is happening in arena. The stench of the sewers fills the place, but no one besides me seems to care.
I glance over at Beatrix; her ankles crossed and her right thigh showing through the long cut in her shimmering red dress.
She leans into Logan, who is sitting between us; I listen as she whispers things in his ear and then giggles flirtatiously when he says something back. Gag.
How do people live like this? I groan in frustration and slap my head into my hands, waiting for them to call on Erika. Why can't we just get it over with?
"Erika Nickson!" the announcer says as if answering my prayer. I sit on the edge of my seat and look out the glass window. Oh God this is it.
I bite on my fingers nervously as Erika comes strolling into the arena; her hands in the air as she smiles triumphantly even though she hasn't won anything yet.
God, I hope I didn't look that stupid.
"I like her," a female voice says from behind me. "Her and Sera would make a hell of a couple of raiders don't you think?"
A man chuckles, "I have to agree, too bad they don't let the two girls out of the city limits, such a waste of talent."
I hate it when people talk about me as if I'm not here. "Excuse me," I turn around t face them. The woman intakes a breathe and the man's eyes widen. I smile sweetly, "Do either of you know what time it is?"
I watch as the man checks his wrist watch, "Yes, it's 8:23," his voice is nervous and shaky.
"Thank you," I turn back around and realize that they are no longer speaking. Sweet bliss.
I look out the glass again and see that the fight has already begun. Erika is fighting against a lean guy that is about a foot and a half taller than she is. His blond hair is matted with dirt and blood and so are his clothes.
Well more like rags, for they hang off him in shattered ends. Between the rags I could see he had muscle, but not too much to make him a body builder.
As Erika and the guy circle each other, I catch a glimpse of his eyes. I gasp, a little shocked at how blue they are; a captivating navy blue.
He meets my gaze and his angry face becomes soft. I know in that instant that he needs to be saved.
I stand up quickly, "Beatrix I need to talk to you,"
She waves her hand dismissivley, "Wait until after the match."
"It can't wait," I growl and see a sudden shock in her eyes.
She composes herself quickly, "Excuse me," she follows me outside the box. "What is it?"
"Save him,"
Her brows furrow, "what?"
"Save him," I repeat, "he could be of use to you," I point down at the arena.
She looks at the guy, "You like him don't you?" she asks completely ignoring me.
I shake my head, "No, but I know real talent when I see it, that boy is lean and muscular, he could make a lot of money fighting and all the profit would go to you."
She purses her lips and thinks it over. I can feel my insides tighten up from nervousness.
"Fine, but you're training him, and if he gets one step out of line, then it's goodbye baby sister," She flips her dark hair and walks back into the box. A few seconds later the announcer booms over the intercom.
"The fight has been canceled," Erika lets go of his neck and confusion takes her face as guards fill the arena, holding back the guy. His face contorted into one of rage as he thrashes in their arms. I watch as he goes limp and is continued to be drug from the arena.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we have found ourselves a new champion for the fights," the crowd cheers and Beatrix's announcement.
I did it, I actually saved a life. Relief flows through me until fear takes its place, now all that's left is to confront him.
