No One's POV:
"Lights!! Cameras..!!..Actionnnn...!!"
Lights beamed at the empty stadium below, with cheering crowds of the wealthy rich, of laughter and shaking of green in there hands as the announcer spoke.
"Alright...alright..put your best bets in this tonight will never be forgotten!!..as this time..most dangerous weapons all around!!..now let the games begin!! First up...Lucasssss!! Vs Angelo!!!.."
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Lucas POV:
(*shit I'm up..shit shit shit....*)
Squirming in he chains as the wagon drove out the caged boy into the center, eyes meeting onto Angelo's beefy silky tone, drifting into the announcer's creaky voice.
Announcer: "alright any bets..?..mm..320 on the left?!...Oo folks we have 1200 on the skinny boy..!!..seems Miguel has eyes of a bat..!!"
More laughter rings from his ear staring at the man in the leather black throne with such others glaring like owls for a fresh meal ready to swoop down any minute, he soon huffed being released from the chains and pushed out the caged carriage, fixing his own balance as weapons appeared around in a circle between the two before the announcement became drowned with blast music his ear drums ringing more as he covered them.
Announcer: "ready...!!..set...go...!!!"
Stalking in a circle, drifting his bright hazel eyes around the weaponry of choices..his father use to be a blacksmith, teaching which would be weak against his opponents..soon taking the sword without hesitation, his eyes battered between the swing that he succeeded to miss soon his body being flown into the ground by the stiff kick from the taller man his eyes digging for freedom they desire more than killing the innocent boy, he is.
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Miguel's POV:
(*Why did I choose the smaller fighter?..
Pfft I ran this for generations..very competitive...he better win..win for my sake of humanity...these savages will do anything for the green paper..even beg..but I just know the small and weak can have the hidden strength in them..so let us see who shall win...*)
Watching as his eyes glanced at the movements each one possessed..grinning with delight knowing the sweet scent of winning..tasting the defeat and sweat of the others whining in ashamed... he knew what the little boy was doing..and he was very impress of the clean fighter..mm..
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Lucas POV:
(*...Yes...tire the fuck outta him...*)
Keeping the dodges smooth, hearing the big boy whine and pant between slamming. And swinging the hard hammer..this was his chance...he dodged feeling the impact of the hammer stuck within the ground as he attacked. Turning quickly sliding the clean blade against the leaning stiff body as hearing a growling aching scream as it dropped to the floor. But he wasn't down, soon scoping out the head splitting the skull open with one hard swipe at his sword before the boy could stand as he huffed hearing the crowd more silent than ever. He dropped his sword as the announcer picked up his arm swinging it around as he chanted in the microphone.
Announcer: "and there it is folks!! All the money goes to Miguel..!! Nice guess buddy..winner, winner, winner..!!"
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No One's POV:
Everyone was quiet, they couldn't believe their eyes, even the other opponents were blazed in thought as whispers and soft gasps were echoed, with the boy winning. They just kept quiet, the boy was tired as his eyes fluttered with a soft blush as he gazed at the shocked crowd with their pale faces and expressions as he blushed quite proud soon stopping on the man who chose him. Yes the man looked back with the smug smirk as he softly nodded taking the cash shoving it in the hat he wore soon giving a slow clap before the alarm sets off, the boy vanishing into the back of the room as others cheered and congratulated him, as for the girl her heart beaten as he took a glance of notice, the girl who stood along by his side, who cheered him on when no one gave the guts, he stared at the lovely girl before his eyes...Trisha hurt...
Announcer: "good job little boy!! Now next up..it's Neko and Elizabeth..lets hope this one is wild!!!.."
Crowds cheered as the man stood walking to the black tuxedo man giving a glance.
Miguel: "don't fail me now....who do I choose?..."
Logan: "mmm the Neko kid..trust me..he's full of surprises...mm.."
The two men shared a smoke taking puffs of their big cigars as they smirked watching the stage getting ready for the next round as they stared at the two fighting animals that appeared out into the light.
Logan: "ooh this is gonna be a fun one to watch..."
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Neko's POV:
His heart pounded, sweaty palms facing the poor girl, his nose twitched sensing she didn't shower since the day they were hidden. He stood ready as the two fighters faced, for once neko wasn't ready, he didn't want to hit a girl, but for the sake of survival, for the sake of love from...Logan.., to impress him, to follow orders, and for freedom, meaning if he had to slaughter and torture the young girl, we would do so...
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Author's note: ayeee doneee, next part will come later Cx bye bye xoxo.
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The Dirty Truth.
Random"Where do we go from here?.." he'd asked, scratching the back of his neck, gazing gently with question. She'd kneeled examining the dead corpse, before swiftly taking the rifle, clicking with a load she stood with a glare. "...Not sure, but lets kic...
