Ashlyn Ross is a normal teenage girl -to the outside world that is. she has a secret identity and only her parents and trusted trainer knows.
she's a gang boss that even her gang members don't know who she is. she goes by Rose and that's that. her...
i stepped to the side and stuck out my foot, tripping the Savage Beast. i spun towards her and pounced, landing on her stomach. i punched her face once, twice, three times and then she thrust up her hips, tossing me into the air. she rolled out from under me and i landed on the ground on my stomach. i groaned in pain, but jumped to my feet, facing her and holding my fists.
she wiped a trail of blood out from under her nose and i snickered. she howled with rage and ran at me again. i stepped sideways and he ran into a huge stone column, cutting her head and spilling blood. she sat in the dirt, holding her head as i stepped towards her. i grabbed her head and mercilessly slammed her face into my knee. i let go of her hair and looked at her. her nose was broken, and she had cuts on her forehead and cheeks. she had bruises on her knuckles and i realized it was from her other battles.
i circled her and watched as she scrambled in the dirt, trying to get up. she got up on her feet, just to fall back down, shaking her head from the dizziness. i stood in the middle of the arena with her at my feet, and i looked down at her. she looked up at me and then at my boots in shame.
the bell rang out and guards carried her away. the announcer came over and grabbed my wrist, hoisting it into the air in victory. i was sickened. these people kidnapped girls for this purpose only. innocent girls at that. the men i sent into my pit, had robbed and murdered and raped. they had it coming to them, just as i had it coming to me. but these other girls were innocent, they were being whipped when they lost and rewarded when they killed.
Brandon. this was his fault. he was turning innocent girls into sluts, strippers, and murderers. i watched as he approached me and i scowled. i snatched my cloak from him and followed Lily back to my room. only it wasn't my room. it was a different room. a nicer room. the bed was a queen sized and it had a light blue comforter. there was carpet and a small TV. an outfit was laid out on the bed and i looked at Lily.
"this dress and cloak is what you will wear to every fight. but you have other clothes." she explained. i nodded and took off the skin tight leather dress. i handed it to her along with the cloak and boots. she left the room and i walked over to the bed. i picked up a short black leather skirt with a matching lace tank top. i fucking hate skirts. but i was standing here in my underwear, and i had no other clothes so i put it on.
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i turned and found Brandon watching me from the corner.
"you bastard. what the fuck is wrong with you? girl can't change alone?" i growled, clenching my fists at my sides. he looked at me in amusement.
"you're hot." he said.
"i don't give a shit what you think. not only did you betray Flora, you betrayed me, Luke and your family." i hissed low.
"i never cared about Flora. she's clingy." he wrinkled his nose and i could feel the heat of rage running through my veins. my blood ran hot from the fury. it made me feel like a volcano on the edge of exploding.
i glared at him, my fury overflowing. i could feel my muscles twitch, as they wanted to pounce on him. they burned from me making them stay still. my self control was wearing thin, and i can't look at him much longer unless it's from on top of him, my fists pounding into his nose and cheeks. i glanced around. no one else was in the room with us. i smiled and Brandon's face fell from his smirk.
i charged at him, slamming my shoulder into his gut in a tackle. i landed on the ground hard and i could hear him wheezing, trying to catch his breath. i sat on his stomach and punched. i didn't hold back and i show no mercy. i punched him for my fury. i punched him for Flora. for Luke. for me. and for all the innocent girls he had and was corrupting.
he called out something but i paid no attention. i just punched him again and again. my vision blurred in rage and i saw red. blood spilled out of his nose and face, into the carpet. someone grabbed my shoulders and ripped me off of him. they grabbed my lashing hands and put them on my head, forcing them to stay there. i came back and i realized i had just done it. i hadn't just imagined wanting to do it, i did it. Brandon stood up and glared at me. oh shit. I'm in for it now.
"take her to the arena." he growled. i tilted my head in confusion. why the arena? before we went in there, we stopped in a small closet sized room. Lily was there, sympathy in her eye and she held some clothes. she gave them to me and left. i looked at what i held. it was a blood red bikini top and jeans. the jeans were stained with red paint. i looked closer and realized, it wasn't paint.
it was dried blood.
terrified, but even more scared of what they'd do if i didn't cooperate, i put the clothes on. i stepped out of the closet and the guards grabbed my upper arms. they led my into the arena barefoot and i gasped. how did i not see that?! there, off to the side, but where the entire arena could see, was a stage. it had two wooden posts around it that held ropes. under the stage was a huge area of cement. it was covered in dried blood. there was so much, that it was obvious it was used very often.
they dragged me up the steps to the middle of it. they tied my wrist to the ropes so my arms were outstretched and they clamped down my feet to the stage. i looked around and spotted Brandon holding a microphone, his face full of rage.
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dun dun duunnn what's happenin' y'all?! any ideas??
