Insanity of the Underground

Chapter 1

Insanity.

That's the only thing I was taught. Let loose and survive in the ring. Some would say it's slavery but if you're like me... It's fun. Once you step foot into the ring as a fighter your life is worth a gamble. You only think of survival and if you think twice you will die. That's what my Mistress taught me. She made me a fighter.

"Now entering the ring is the one and only, Tiger!" As my cue I stepped out. My opponent today was a child about my age. A male. The spectators put their gambles most over my head. Minimum was 1 mil.

My hair was lengthy to my shoulder blades, I was allowed this because my Mistress let me. She thought long silver hair would be a "point break". An easy lose, and an easy torture but instead it came out as an advantage. Flashy and noticeable, I would strike from behind. Survival and Insanity.

"LET THE CLASH BEGIN!" the announcer yelled. The Night was young and I wanted to put on a show for my Mistress. I looked back at her. Her red dress shimmered lightly. She then smiled and I nodded.

I felt a rush of happy. Music played gently but I caught it.

A song, named Purple Lamborghini, (Suicide Squad). I liked the beat of it. A dance would suit it.

The boy attacked on "Ain't no place to run." I lept out of the way swiftly catching him under the chin and bringing him to the dusty arena floor. I noticed he had dark eyes and a tag over his left side jaw.

"Ain't no mercy"

My body worked against him, twisting and curving around his feeble attempts. Lethal and Lithe. Deadly and Daring.

"Round one is over. Prepare for round two." The announcer called me away from the male. I was only a few seconds away from killing him. Sad.

"You did good Tiger. I did enjoy the show but the next round kill him. I need to go home." My mistress purred to me although she spat my stage name like a piece of bad food in her mouth. She hated my stage name because she wanted Silver Coin but a rumor got to the town first and so Tiger stuck. I didn't mind.

I bowed and accepted my order. This was my favorite part.

"ROUND TWO BEGINS NOW!" I turned away and quickly went to dispose of the male but an eruption of scream forced me to only barely scratch him. It was my mistress's scream. He took a bowed step away which meant we had to run.

The cops.

I bowed back to him and used my strength to throw him up to where his master was which then I looked at my mistress but she was already being taken by a cop. Cops were everywhere.

I tried to run up the wall to her but gunshot hole appeared before my hand. I don't quite know why I stopped but I did. I dropped down and faced the cop of sorts. A male. His weapon trained on me, I couldn't risk getting hurt.

"Come with me... It's okay we'll get you out of here." He spoke in a soft tone. I grinned.

"Tiger don't want out. Tiger is happy. Tiger will kill you." My voice was like honey on a knife. He reached up to the walkie-talkie, saying that he was taking one in.

"Silver hair and has no name other than Tiger." he murmured. I slowly crept towards him. The fluorescent lights shimmered as my silver hair fell over my face.

"Tiger found prey." My honey dripped voice echoed off the emptying stadium. Some would say it as creepy and a warning. Make it quick.

-A/N

I own everything of this story. I am completely weirded out by the fact I even wrote this piece.