The Fallen | Risen Book II

Chapter Seventy Nine

Forced Allies
Kiera Reed

"What makes you sure that they're here?" Alpha asks me. She and I were walking on a dirt road on the outskirts of the Fight Pits. Both Alpha and I wore brown, ripped and dirty cloaks over our armour and actual clothing. This was to hide our appearance from the Clanless, but also any of the Mayors soldiers that might be lurking here.

"Natasha was ratted out by Charles" I started "If they aren't here, someone must be who knows where I can find them"

Which was the truth, Mayor Talon would've sent someone to confront Natasha around the same time as Sandlock's attack. Hopefully Natasha was alright, and could tell us about Jayce's disapearnace.

I often forget that the Fight Pits are more then just the arena. I've never seen the Fight Pits before, only drawings and having people describe it to me.

As we walked into the more populated town, I remembered the descriptions people would give me.

"A play land for the ruff and treacherous. The Fight Pits were a constant struggle. A safe place for the Clanless."

Only it was much different.

We continued down the dirt path towards the Fight Pit arena. As we approached, I wondered if Natasha also betrayed us, and if it was safe to even walk down this dirt path. I didn't see any of Mayor Talon's guards as of yet though which would make me think that Natasha is still in control.

We began to pass shacks, tents and make shift shops. We walked shoulder to shoulder against all the rugged Clanless people here in the Fight Pit city. Smoke was coming from metal bins that was burning wood for heat. Most of the people we passed either had alcohol in there hands, a blunt, a bong or others were straight up ejecting strange liquids into there body using needles. I even caught a few people doing lines of cocaine as we pasted a shack.

"This is terrible" Alpha mumbled next to me.

These people lacked any form of social structure. I noticed hardly any of them had food or water on them. Most probably just survived off of one high to another. Without anything to keep them busy, and nowhere else to turn to for food and water they turn to drugs.

However I did notice several rings of fights, placing bets of rations, or bartering clothes and drugs on who will win. More fights erupted from the bets, since not everyone is happy with losing.

I saw a few gambling booths. These were nicer, and were guarded by several armed soldiers wearing Fight Pit armour.

Most of the people inside the booth wore fancy tuxedos, suits, while the women wore dresses or long skirts. All wearing fancy metal jewelry as well. These were likely the members of the Fight Pit clan, some of the richest people in all of the Fallen Dimension.

We continued down the path another twenty meters or so,

That's when someone grabbed me my the arm and spun me around.

It was a drunk, he blubbered in my face, his eyes almost in the back of his head.

"Hey- I've veen looking evwywhere fur ye-" The man slurred.

I pulled out of the man's grip. "You must have me mistaken for someone else" I spoke kindly turning to walk away.

He grabbed me again and turned me around to face me again.

"No! Don't play silly, you-your. I know ye" The man stumbled back in question.

"I'm sorry sir, I don't think we've met. Why don't you go get some rest" I spoke calmly.