Black dragon

Beaten down

Squeaks from the rusting chain of the swinging boxing bag transpire around the empty, dim-lit room.  A short, raven haired female swung with her dominant right hand in sync with her messily tied hair. The battered boxing bag shudders at the impact and it's groans echos around the room. 

"Training for the championships, Ember? " croaks out Bryan with a hoarse croak and a muffled laugh. Ember catches the swinging bag and looks up at her coach of two years with a slight smile. The cage fighting championships is in two weeks and Ember is in for the title, despite being the underdog and being at a clear disadvantage of being the youngest and least experience, she knew she has a strong chance of winning. " I suppose I am." she responds with a slight shrug before turning around to take another swing. A slight smile took up on Bryan's face as he recalls when the girl came in to his gym two years ago, requesting to train for cage fighting comps. He was hesitant at first as she would be the youngest cage fighter and would be too young to deal with the consequences of cage fighting... the injuries, the psychological damage and of course the law side of it- any participant involved would be serving up to 17 years in prison. However, the young girl was determined and after he saw the potential she had, he saw money signs and money is would they both needed. Whilst Ember is not particularly tall with a long reach, she is determined and that makes her stand out alongside with the smarts to not have been caught by the police yet and easily comprehending new moves, that allows her to fight.  Almost like she was borned to fight...

A repulsive smell fulfills the dense, com-busted atmosphere, the air thicken with smoke clings onto Ember as she strolled through the familiar area- passing a small park, a small corner shop, several apartments and an alley-way filled with five homeless people. Ember shuddered at the idea, that she could quite easily be in that position. This poverty stricken area was pretty much all see knew now and in order to survive she had to know how to handle herself, a heavy burdened she has held all her life. She walks into a tall run down building, and creaks up the stairs, continuing to the sixth floor. She steps onto the grayed, flatten carpet, surrounded now my mustard yellow, peeling, smoke-inhaled walls. The flickering lights above her buzz as moths fly about it, dulling the crap source of light. Ahead of her, at the end of the dull corridor was a dirtied window, allowing the slightest slice of the moon shine through. Ember unlocks the door nearest to the window, labeled 6E. She walks in time with the ticking of the clock mixed with the sounds of cars on the road, and sits down, expecting to be alone....

A lone, hidden figure stamds in the shadows behind Ember, silent.

"What?" questions Ember coolly, not even bothering to glance behind her as she switches the TV on. A light-hearten laugh echoed through the dark room as a beautiful, model-like girl of Ember's age stepped out, her blonde hair bouncing on her slim shoulders. "Always in a bad mood, ey?" she replies, zipping up a black leather jacket up, shaking her head in amusement at her friend's mood. Ember scoffs and turns around to face Amelia's perfect smile and to see her dressed head to toe in black- blacked, ripped leggings, black boots and a  black leather jacket, which is zipped up. Ember face pales instantly , "Going out?" she queries to Amelia, hoping for a no. "yea," replies Amelia, "you know I have to." she adds instantly, knowing what Ember's reply will be. Ember nods slightly, knowing full well Amelia needs to go, they need the money. As she thought this Amelia left, swiftly. As the door shut slightly, Ember turn back to the TV and her blood froze at what she saw on.