Story of a Street Fighter

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, not knowing where to go. The building was a maze, twisting and turning with dead ends all around.

The yelling of the leader rang through my ears, causing adrenalin to pump vigorously.

They're going to kill me!

No, I couldn't afford to think that way. Every move I've made had been a risk since the moment I walked into this building. Damned curiosity.

"Kaida!" an Irishman yelled. I turned but as I did, I fell. My speed must've been greater than I assumed.

"Irish! Your leader- he's going to kill me!" I panicked.

"Calm down, ya okaeh," he soothed, helping me to my feet. "Wheh do ya think ya'll beh killed?"

I looked around frantically. "I found my phone in the room you took me to and my uncle had called. Then two guys grabbed me and your leader showed up. He was dragging me away but I escaped and-"

"There!" a voice boomed.

I gasped and tried to run, but Irish grabbed my wrist. "It's okaeh, I won't let him hurt ya." I nodded slowly, not sure if I should trust him at that point..

"Good work, Irish. Caught the little bitch," spat Ghost's brother.

I pulled my wrist out of Irish's grip and backed away, only to have him put me behind him. He was actually going to protect me.

"Heh uncle is worriehd about heh. Famileh is important, ya know tha!"

The brothers looked at each other and nodded, which proved my guess correct.

"Go get the boss, tell him we're gonna work something out," Ghost's brother ordered.

"You got it, bro!" Ghost winked at me and ran off, leaving me confused and a bit uncomfortable.

Only moments later did Ghost return, his leader at his side with several men in tow. "Grab the girl."

"Heyh! Leave heh alone!" Irish shouted as two men grabbed my arms. He tried to interfere but was quickly held back.

"Let me go!" I yelled, earning myself a punch to the stomach.

"Listen here, you want to see your family? Fine. You will be taken to your uncle's home tomorrow morning. You get one hour with him. If you say anything about Street Fighting or our group, he dies.

"When you are brought back here, you'll learn how to fight. How to be one of us. I see potential in you. If you go to the police, you're only turning yourself in and I doubt that is your goal. You will fight for your freedom or die trying."

"What if I refuse?" I growled.

He pulled out a pistol from his suit jacket and pressed it to my forehead. "Our secrets die with you and we continue to run things just fine. So, do we have a deal? Are you going to fight?"

I swallowed hard and lowered my head. "I'll fight."

((A/N: Hey, you awesome readers you. I'm so sorry for these slow updates. But if any of you are willing, I'd like to give you a little challenge. Well, two:

1. I'm having a hard time coming up with new nicknames for new characters. If anyone has ideas, comment or PM me.

2. Soon I plan to name this fight group as well as others and I need names for those to. Same goes, comment or PM.

Thank you and please help me out.))