Chapter Nine

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Monday, July 17th Mil. 315

15:53

"Deeming," Emmerson croaks, her voice dry from the July heat, "proceed to the platform."

Edward strides along to his stage, unperturbed, a smug expression blanketed on his face.

"Anyone want to volunteer?" Emmerson asks, shifting her gaze back towards us.

I raise my hand, it towers above the crowd of people too scared to fight. I can hear several gasps escape peoples lips as I walk towards the platform, sweat crawling down my face as my heart hammers against my chest. As I walk by, Emmerson gives me a small nod of encouragement - beat that prick, I can almost hear her say.

Edward regards me slowly, a smirk playing on his lips, his prying eyes ravenously studying every inch of my body, it takes every nerve inside me not to shiver in discomfort.

"Watch out Bishop, soon you'll be on the floor screaming my name."

"Not today mate." I murmur. My foot rams into his right shin, his roar of pain music to my ears.

Edward steps forward a little, his eyes wide in shock. I tense and then, a massive snarl escapes his lips, his knuckles ramming into my nose, I scramble backwards, my blood staining the floor beneath us.

Oh no you didn't.

My hands ball up into fists, ready to fight back -but I'm too slow.

Before I know it, my scalp is on fire - every lock of hair ripping away with his pull. I try to yank myself away from him but his knee crashes into my stomach. I yelp in sudden agony, tears sting my eyes as I fall to the floor with a heavy thud but I will not cry, I will not give him the pleasure.

Edward towers over me, a smirk travelling across his thin lips.

Go on Luna, let him think he's won.

His hands ball up into fists, my heart beating faster the closer he gets to my face but before he gets any contact, my hands block his and with as much force as I can muster, I send him rocketing to the floor.

I crawl back up onto my knees, my stomach still aching with a dull pain. Edward lies, face flat on the floor, his blood dripping onto mine. He starts to get up, small grunts escape his lips but I push him back down, hard, before he even has a chance, his face now looking directly up at mine.

Perfect.

I grab his collar, balling the cloth in my hands and punch him square in the jaw.

That, was for all the times you called me a failure,

I punch him again, this time in the stomach.

That, was for all the times you made me cry,

And again, in the nose, fresh blood pouring over his chin like a waterfall.

And that, is for ever underestimating me.

Edwards slaps his right hand onto the platform floor, his eyes brimming in water.

I let out a sigh of relief and stand up. Smiling to myself, I wipe the blood from underneath my nose, the hall erupting in a deafening applause.

I won.

I step down from the platform my bones aching furiously. I hear Edward step from behind me, a disgruntled groan appearing from his direction.

Suddenly, he grabs my arm, his fingers so tight I can barely move, his breath tickles my ears as he speaks, making me squirm. "You'll regret this one day, Bishop."

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