Fighting On

N I N E

"Why?" I ask my voice echoing across The Pit. My eyes wonder the darkly coloured surroundings in wonder. After the attack from a two days ago the place had been momentarily shut down, to investigate into the shooter and for the safety of the fighters and audience.

The biggest question for me has been why. Why did they fire the shots? Why did they just want to scare? We already know that they just wanted to scare as the shots were fired up into the roof, not aimed at anyone in particular.

I gaze at the three perfectly shaped bullet holes that mar the roof. Unless you knew what you were looking for, you wouldn't see them, as the roof is rugged and peeling with exposed insulators and wood.

I am standing exactly where the person would have been to have shot these directly up into the roof. Why wasn't he caught? We do have security here so they should have handled it. Unless he left where we did, he did seem to dash directly after the shots were fired, like he was afraid to be seen.

"I don't know Lettie." Alec replies facing away from me so I can't see his concentrated features. He walks in slow circles around the building really analysing it.

The Pit has a completely different atmosphere when its empty like this. Luckily after some begging Bobby had allowed us to go inside and look around. The air has the same musky scent as ever which is comforting.

I walk up and jump over the banded sides of the ring and sit right in the middle of it. Further observing my familiar, but at the same time unrecognisable surroundings.

Alec soon follows suit and sits down next to me. I swivel in my position and lean back to rest against his warm, strong body, my hair in a mess around his form.

"I was thinking about getting a haircut." I say jokingly when I feel him playing and fiddling with the long stands.

"Don't you dare." He whispers in my ear after leaning down to its level. I laugh which causes him to.

"I just don't understand the motive." I tell him, my eyes honing in on the three bullet holes. He stays quite for a while opening and shutting his mouth as if about to say something, before finally speaking.

"There are too many possibilities." He just says. A few moments of silence pass between us making the entire place silent.

"I never asked you how you felt." He says and I turn my head to gaze up at him confused.

"What do you mean, about what?" I ask.

"About losing to Sparkles, physically and emotionally. You took quite a beating." He says almost whispering the last part, still running his calloused hands through my hair.

I lean back thinking. Sure I lost, quite badly even, but it just means I'll fight back harder, physically, I had bruises marring my body reminding me of the event.

"Well you patched me up pretty well at home." I say half laughing. He just smiles in response and I lean back into my prior position. His hands once again tangling into my hair.

"I haven't seen you fight before." I tell him after coming to the realisation.

"You have, you fought me remember?" he reminds me.

"Yeah but I haven't seen you fight anyone else, excluding myself." I imagine when he fights he looks like a sexy warrior man who fights for honour, what a nice image. We just stay in the ring, inhaling each other's scents.

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"Today is the day Scarface," Luke begins dramatically.