a punch of faith

chapter 1

It's too easy. I think as I look at my opponent. He's Fuller of himself than he's full of mussels.

A girl in a small bikini walks in front of us with a sign that says 'round one'. we look at each other, learn each other's weaknesses. He looks at me like a predator, rolling his eyes down every inch of my body.

He's disgusting.

The host counts down from three and the fight begins.

We stare at each other while walking around in a circle and then, he grins at me, it pisses me off. I walk right to him, so close that I can smell the alcohol in his breath I punch him in the jaw. when his head jerks back I kick him in the balls and he falls on his knees, I won.

I know it's not enough. If I want to see tomorrow I need to give the crowd what they want, and right now what they're screaming for is blood. So I sit on his stomach and punch him repeatedly in the face untill he has a black eye, a broken nose and four missing teeth. After a few more punches the ring on my finger cuts through his skin and his cheek begins to bleed. I knew the ring would came in handy.

I couldn't let it go. It was a gift from my fiancè, ex fiancè, I remind my self. He died a month ago, 32 days to be exact. He died by the hands of the rebels, they murdered him. They didn't even leave much of him left to bury. monsters.

A tear falls on my victims chest. and so, I focus my eyes on his face. I can't recognize him. His face is swollen and bleeding, I went too far.

I get up and as the host announces me as the winner I know, I know I'll live another day.

We don't fight again. He's too wounded to fight again.

So I get out of the arena and walk to the lady with the small bikini, so she'll give me my money. Usually the coach gets the money and gives 50% of it to the contestent , In my case thats me. I don't have a coach because i couldn't afford it and so, I get all the money to myself.

I'm on my own.

I need to make my own name, and search for places to fight, alone. Also usually the coach is the one to find the contestent, I remember the day i was discovered. It was on my 12th birthday and my parents had just kicked me out because ' I had to learn to live on my own, and I was to old for them to spoiled with school lessons and a bed ' as they said.

So I found myself a nice bench to sleep on. During that first scary night a group of guys approached me. they're leader, a blond haired guy came to my bench sat next to me and said "what is a lovely lady like you doing alone out in the street at such a time?" all I said to him was "I'm not a lady, I'm just 12 years old." I was scared like hell and I missed my home and so, when his hand reached to my right thigh I didn't think, I just acted. I jumped up and started walking away, but he followed me.

"Leave me alone" I said, my heart was pounding like crazy.

"We just want to play" he said to me and his friends followed him. He grabbed my wrist, I jerked back but he wouldn't let go of me so, my knee went up to his balls (my signature move) and when he fell on his knees I elbowed him in the neck, puting enough pressure so he'll faint.

But as soon as the leader was down I had to deal with the rest of the crew.

They came to me like a wave in the middle of a storm in the big ocean screaming and waving their arms and weapons in anger. And before I knew it they were all laying on the ground unconscious, I don't even remember what had happened.

As I stayed there, looking at the bodies, a man came out of the shadows. He came right to me, saying nothing. His face an emotionless mask that I could not figure out.

"You're good.... For a 12 year old" he said.
"Thanks" I said, my voice not higher than a whisper.
"Would you like to do this for money?"
I raised my gaze at him, but he wouldn't stop staring at the bodies.
"Do you have any money?"
I shook my head.
"You'll have to go through it without a coach then"
I nodded.
"I'll be your friend throughout the first week."
I glanced at him, thankful.
"I hate that Law that says kids have to leave they're parents house at the age of 12" he Said in conclusion and walked away.
Thanks to that man who's name I never learned, I became one of the greatest fighters in the land.

My parents are cold, just like the rest of the people in the land. So I don't have any siblings, and ever since choel (my fiancè) died I've been on my own.

Lonely.

I decide that I have fought enough for tonight, so I went home.

I own a big Gothic mansion that's full of antiques and and special ' there's only one in the world ' kind of stuff, but for me it's nothing special, I'm used to it. I have a lot of money but I'm lonely. I fill the space in my heart with cool stuff I find in the market. (My favorite place) but to tell the truth, I don't really take care of it.

Now, I know what you must be thinking. If I'm rich why can't I afford a coach?? Well, at the beginning I couldn't, but now that I can I don't need one. And as for the fights, the humans have ruined the air that's around us. Our organs are slowly failing to function because of the pollution. So, we have to get new organs. Fake ones. And for that you need money, so I keep fighting. And I hope that one day I'll have all the fake organs I need to survive this horrible 'weather' that we have.

I walk to the main living room, there's a desk at the back of the room and a grand piano at the right side. There's a small couch in the middle of the room, and a big library leaning on the back wall of the room. Under one of the big ceiling to floor windows there's a glass table, and on it there's a tray with a few bottles of alcohol.
I start crossing to the other side when I hear a laughter coming from the inner garden and my back stiffens, I wasn't expecting any gests. I don't have anyone to visit me.

I walk slowly to the kitchen and look for my gun that I usually leave around there, but it's not there. I hesitate for a moment considering maybe to run to my bedroom and grab the gun that's under my pillow, but then I grab a butchers knife and walk to the garden.
As I step outside and I can finally see the intruder, I lower my knife. And when he smiles at me the only thing I can do is stare.

Thanks for reading
Me.