The Reapers Den (ON HOLD)

1 Plan of attack

So that ladies and gentlemen is now why I'm pacing back an forth with a lay out blue print of the building The Reapers next fight is in.

"We enter here, walk stealthily past the giant tall bouncer enter the seating area, break into the dressing room using a tooth pick and a hair pin. We sneak our way into his closet and when he walks in after the fight we attack." I say with as much determination as possible. My best friend Janine just stares at me like I've grown 6 legs and extra arm pit hair. You see Janine isn't like me at all she's not a journalist nor is she lazy, Janine is a fitness freak she works as a personal trainer / nutritionist at our local gym Forever Fit a very apt name might I say, she always complains that I need to start working out and that she'll take me under her wing and get me fit, "You need to strengthen those hips for late night extracurricular activities!" She always says when we have at home DIY spa days.

"Talia we are not going into war, nor are we doing Mission Imposssible. All you need to do is go up to him say hi i'm Talia your new Personal Assistant and shake his hand then we will figure the rest out along the way." Now it's my turn to look at her like she's lost her mind. Shake his hand!! No way Josè he could rip my arm out of its socket.

"Janine we are doing Mission Impossible, do you even know The Reaper he's notorious for beating people to a pulp. He could eat us spit us out and turn us into balloon animals!" I stamp my foot and begin to pace back and forward.
"We need a plan of action. Then we need a back up plan and then a back up - back up plan just in case the back up plan fails." I mumble.

Currently we are in the works bathroom everything in here is shiny white, its so bright that I bet the sun is Jealous of this bathroom, from the floor to the roof the room is littered with brilliant white tiles. Even the stalls are pure white.

I stop pacing and take a glance at my self in the mirror my shoulder length wavy brown hair is shoved up into a messy bun, my ocean blue eyes sparkle with mischief and a hint of fear. I look to my best friend her neon rainbow coloured hair flows down to her waist, her deep sea blue eyes glisten with excitement, we are currently coming up with our strategy my ideas have been repeatedly shot down by Janine.

"OK we go with your plan, we just walk in and tell him that I'm his PA." I tell Janine nodding to myself. "I feel a but... coming." Janine says questioning me with her eyes.
"But... we are entering the dragons lair, this is an underground fighting ring and we cannot look out of place." I say stamping my foot with determination.
"OK so what's our outfit plan?" Janine questions "Don't worry Janine I have the perfect incognito outfit in mind." whipping up the blueprints that rested upon one of the many sinks I tell Janine we need to head out and get ready as fast as possible, I open the bathroom door and we head out for our first challenge.

Half an hour later we end up at Janine's apartment I dash straight to her bedroom ripping open her chocolate brown wooden wardrobe doors and begin my hunt for our mission outfits, an hour later and we are fully incognito. Random items of clothing lay crumpled up on Janine's double bed, so many clothes that you can no longer see her violet purple flower patterned quilt cover with matching pillow cases. Her fluffy amethyst carpet was littered with many types of heels and trainers, all in all I had created alot of mess but me and Janine could blend into the the night with the outfit I had put together.

Janine sits in the rubble of my mess that lays upon her bed wearing a dusty black baseball cap paired with some charcoal black skinny jeans and a pair of inky black vans. I throw Janine a jet-black hoodie and slip mine on over my head, we begin to head out in our matching outfits, a blaring honk resounds through the air alerting us that out taxi has arrived.

"Ready?" I ask Janine, She nods full of determation.
I grab the night vison goggles and a note pad while Janine grabs a flashlight and a pen as we enter the taxi I begin to motivate myself. "This is a war and we must win it, they can take my cookies but they can never take my freedom!" I pump my fist in the air my hand lightly smacking against the smooth interior of the car.

"Calm down Braveheart. Everything is going to be fine" Janine rolls her eyes at me. The taxi driver looks at me analysing my mental state. "Where to ladies?" His voice is smooth and soft which is a perfect match for his whole ascetic I can definitely tell he's going for the gypsy vibe, a car freshener in the shape of the peace symbol dangles on the rear view mirror, the car seat covers are splashed with colour ranging from dolpin blue to neon orange.
"To the underground fight club on West Lake Avenu please." Janine replies a look of shock flashes upon the taxi drivers face before it's replaced by a weak smile.

2 hours later, 7 speed bumps, 24 double chocolate chip cookies eaten, mostly by me might I add and finally we have ended up at the Underground Death Club, don't blame me for that name that's courtesy of the guy who owns this place, personally I would have gone for something more thrilling and less boring such as Take A Hit or Highway To The Death Zone, we are currently stood at the top of the steps that lead down to the entrance the street is bare of any life, plastic cups and food wrappers float slowly down the street being pushed along by small gusts of cold wind, the moon reflects upon an old worn down phone booth the ruby red paint flakes of and joins the trash flowing through the wind, it would be silent here if it wasn't for the deep vibrations of rock music that pulse from the inside.

We take a deep breath and begin our walk down the dark concrete steps towards a huge, bald bouncer we are only 3 steps away from him and he already seems annoyed at us. Each step we take closer the more I begin to want to dash back up those steps and hail a taxi out of here, living in Washington Seattle never has there ever been a time when I was fearing for my life not untill this very moment, Seattle is a captivating city it is also very loud and busy but it's a very lovely city to live in. I get pulled out from my thoughts as we halt in front of the bouncer he looms over us looking at us questiningly. "Hi." I start of weakly shaking myself I beg my voice to come out stronger. "Were here to see The Reaper he should be expecting me as I'm his new Personal Assistant, my name is Talia." My voice answers my prayers coming out alot more braver than a moment ago, the bouncer looks me up and down as of to say 'well good luck with that'. "His new assistant eh? This isn't the first time someone's tried this just to get a sneak peek of him sweetheart so I'm going to need to see both of your id's and some proof, if not you best be on your way."  He says rolling his eyes in annoyance. Pulling out my Id I pass it to the bouncer along with a work badge and forms I made just before I left work this afternoon Janine does the same, it would look weird if I brought along a friend to 'work' with me so I created a fake undercover character for her she's working for The Reaper at his nutritionist so basicly she's doing her real life job but it's also going to be her fake job, at least she gets to keep her full real name I only get to keep my first name due to my name being plastered all over Starlight Newspaper I would be caught out in a snap so I had to make a fake last name, I am now known as Talia Hale.

The bouncer who's name I now know as Mike from brefily looking at his name tag takes a painfully long look at our identification and work proof. "OK then Miss Talia Hale, age 20 born in England. And Miss Janine Brooks, age 21 born in Ohio. England eh? Your a long ways away from there." Mike looks at me inquizitively.             "Yes I moved here quite a few months ago I really like it here." I reply. Mike smiles his fake facade of anger washing away. "Great city Seattle is eh? I'm glad you like it here I was born and raised here don't think I'll ever leave." He says as his eyes grow warm thinking of the city he loves. "Well both your id's check out fine. You can head on in, The Reapers fight starts at 12 am sharp it's 11:20 now so he should be in his dressing room, head to his side of the ring and there should be a man called Sid you can't miss him tell him why you're there and that I sent you in. Good luck ladies and enjoy your night." Mike says opening the door and gesturing for us to go in. "Thank you Mike." I shout as we enter the Underground Death Club.

This is it, this is the moment of truth. I just hope we make it out alive.

AUTHORS NOTE
Ok so to begin with the street name is not a real street in Seattle (At least I don't think it is??) The city Seattle is real but all street names will be made up.
Secondly this is my first book and I hope everyone who reads it enjoys this book and hopefully I can get chapter 2 out in the next 3 days.
Lastly I just want to thank everyone for reading this book and I hope you can enjoy this as we continue.