Killer

The Fight

A/N I got an idea!

As I was walking down to the street fighting club, I couldn't help but think about who is making me do this. I mean your average person doesn't just call people and show up with a knife. Then I thought, why? At school I almost slipped up and told my friend, Lydia, about the creepy call. I sighed and continued walking to the fight that could decide life and death for me. I wore combat boots, leggings, a workout top, and a hoodie. I had my hands in my pockets when I went up to the doorman. "Hello, I am fighting today against Ghost. My fight name is Bullet," I said as calmly given the circumstances. He opened the door without a word. I walked in expecting to see about 15 people. I was wrong. There are like 50 people here! All eyes are on me as I walk in and set my stuff down. I rolled my eyes at the crowd and took off the hoodie. I saw a man in his early twenties beating up a high school boy in the boxing ring. Ghost. The ref finally called it and signaled for me to come up. "The next match is Ghost-" He was interrupted with cheers and boos, "and our newest fighter, Bullet." I stepped into the ring and glared at Ghost. He was scarier up close with his steel gray eyes and raven hair. He scoffed and got into fighting position. I did the same thing and the ref blew his whistle. Ghost lunged at me, throwing a hard punch. I sidestepped and kicked him into the side of the ring. He turned and it was my turn to punch. I threw a weak punch that bounced off of his face. Ghost smirked and kicked me in the shoulder. I kicked twice, catching him off guard. He was on ground trying to get up. Ghost did get up unfortunately for me. Some people. I punch him and he clearly doesn't have good balance because he fell....out of the ring. People stared at me awestruck. I smirked and the ref handed me 1000 dollars. I grabbed the stack of money and left the fight club.

Today might be a good day.