The Third Eye (#1)

13. Alexander

"Hey creep."

Her taunting tone sends a ripple of shivers down my spine as I hesitantly encourage my feet to step forward towards the rink.

As I walk towards what I can only presume to be my doom, I feel a light pat on my back, and I turn to acknowledge my reassurer to be Dante who is simply gazing down towards the floor whilst shaking his head. Behind him, I notice Amber attempting to shoot me a comforting smile, but even her lips tremble anxiously at this notion.

"Oi, come on creep, I'm hungry." Constance groans as she taps her foot impatiently inside the rink.

I reluctantly climb over the the black metal bar to step inside the fenced arena and as I do I feel a wave of self-consciousness surge over me due to the multiple pairs of eyes watching me closely. Standing before Constance I watch as a sly smirk tugs on the corner of her lip, and her silver eyes fill with anticipation as if she has been patiently awaiting this moment since we first met -- and she probably has.

"Get on with it, please." Anthony orders, and I look at Constance who remains standing still with her arms crossed across her chest and her dark hair still covering her face.

She doesn't look ready to fight.

"I don't know if I feel comfortable hitting a gir-"

My sentence is interrupted as I feel a fist collide with the right side of my face sending an aching sensation throughout my entire cheek. From the force in the punch I stumble backwards gripping the side of my face in momentary shock, until I see another fist flying in my direction and I just barely back out of range of it's impact.

"Well your opponent doesn't seem to care." Anthony snickers and I watch as my assailant's smirk spreads into a bloodthirsty grin.

Why for the love of God does she only smile when it comes to my misery?

Amidst my thoughts, another punch impacts my stomach causing me to curl over in discomfort, but as I do this, a second punch uppercuts my jaw causing my teeth to vibrate against each other leaving a disoriented sensation inside my head.

Holy crap she punches hard.

"Oi, come on creep, fight back -- I'm bored." She says as she spits to the side and narrows her eyebrows towards her target -- which is unfortunately me.

How can she even see past all her hair? I inwardly question, as I dodge one of her punches, leaving her off balanced, and seeing this as a window of opportunity, I swing my fist forward towards the side of her face.

However, my fist never makes contact with her face.

Instead, she grabs my wrist mid-action, and twists it downward causing me to flip backwards onto my back. My back hits the hard platform with a resounding thud permitting pain to spiderweb throughout my back.

"Jesus, sunshine, take it easy on the guy." Jayce titters and I find my blood boiling with resentment as my face turns scarlet with humiliation.

"Don't worry Chronos," a smirk tugging at her pale lip as she walks towards me, "You'll get yours too."

"Exciting." He retaliates with a small chuckle.

She's enjoying embarrassing me in front of everyone, and I hate it.

I hate it.

I hate --

I pick my head up to the meet her cold eyes while she stands peering down at me as if I was the equivalent of garbage to her.

Her.

With fury spreading through my bones and adrenaline filling my veins, I hastily jump to my feet and blindly swing my fist in her general direction, and to my surprise I feel it connect with it's target.