The Girl With Blue Hair {A Novel}

-Chapter Fourteen-

(Song for today, "Polarize," Twenty Øne Pilots)
Blu's P.O.V:

I had explored everywhere, looking for supplies, a way out. No, scratch that. A reliable way out.

Obviously I could just walk out, but I had no phone, no clothes, except for the ratty jeans and old army jacket that had served as fatigues, and I had no idea where I was. A part of me wanted Jake to come back, but I knew this must be a test.

Greyson had given us tests all the time, never too far above our skill level- so they were hard, not impossible- but if you failed, you were out. It was a brilliant way to move up in our ranks and keep us on our toes.

That's how I managed to get third. I was better than everyone but Grey. Why wasn't I second, then, if I was better? Macayla was our gangs only access to weapons that were as advanced as the Foxes. Looking back now, we should have seen her betrayal coming.

I mean really? The Foxes always had better weapons, Macayla never let anyone accompany her to the meets, and she always came back with weapons that were just below the Foxes.

Come to think of it, we were the only two gangs with actual weapons.

But the reason the Foxes never beat us, never topped us- our big secret-

We were all ex street fighters.

But don't judge, don't put us down now- just listen.

Greyson would go to the rings, watching, waiting, gaining knowledge of each and every one of us. Then he struck.

A letter. A fight.

You show, and you win.

You get cocky, arrogant.

Another letter. Another fight.

It was harder, but you still win. He's judging your skill, without you realizing.

Another letter. Another fight.

These first fights were your initial rank, and if you lost too early, if you weren't good enough, he let you go.

But if you never lost, like me, if you kept going, demolishing everything, everyone- you would fight the king.

You would fight Greyson.

And so I did.

-/\-/\-/\-

A letter was on my bed. It was in a simple envelope, but instead of the simple handwritten letter (with different handwriting each time) I was becoming used to, (being the champion of all eleven fights thrown at you had that effect) this one was typed.

Official.

It read:
"Onyx,
After the beautiful 11 fight victory, we would like you to come one more time to the warehouse right next to the park, for one final fight.

This one will be different, harder, and will use all of your skills.

This fight has the possibility of death, and if you do not appear, it will be counted as a forfeit, and you will be removed from the company that you have been selected to enter. Your life will continue as normal. You will not die.

But if you do come, and you win...

Tonight. 1:00a.m.

I'll see you there.
-Badger King"

That's strange. None had been so long. None had been signed. None had mentioned my previous fights. None had been typed, and none of the previous letters said I would die.

So, I went.

I had a arrived at 12:30 a.m.,  half an hour early, to scout the area.

Then, we had fought. He was a tough opponent, putting me through all the hoops. There was more weapons than I cared to count, and we ended up fighting in the rafters of the old building. However, I was a good fighter. I had no doubt I would win. He may have been good, but he would never beat me. No one would. 

And then, much to my surprise, I lost.

Greyson had kept me away from my whispers, kept them in the back of my mind while I fought. They were my "Get-Out-of-Jail-Free" card. My bail. But they didn't have my back that time, they didn't save me.

So I lost. For the first time in my career, I lost.

And then I joined the Badgers. I had passed the first of many tests.

-/\-/\-/\-

So I knew that this was just another. Get out, get to safety.

Then I win.

And I wasn't going to lose again.

Finally, I opened a file cabinet, there was a phone hidden in the back. I was one of those cheap-o phones that you can get from a street vendor in the big cities. Untraceable, if you ditched it fast enough.

I stared at the numbers on the keypad. Who could I call?

I thought for another second. Then I dialed my number.

"C'mon, C'mon... Pick up!" I whispered, hoping someone would hear it, out on the airstrip, and pick it up.

Instead, I got the groggy morning voice that I was just barely getting over.

"H- Hey, Who is this?" Then, in the background, "Ash, baby, come back to bed," in a soft, feminine voice.

"ASH!?" I screeched, then hit the red 'End Call' button.

Why the actual fuck did he have my phone?

-/\-/\-/\-

So? What did you think of that little twist? I've been working out the details of this chapter for a little while now, and I think I'm going  to end TGWBH soon. I'll probably have a couple more chapters, maybe even five or six, then wrap it up.

Let me know how you liked this story, and if you like where it's going. At the end, I'll probably do a character ask, so please think up some good questions for your favorite characters. (And me!)

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