(A/N: Any feedback on this story is welcome! Just please be nice about it)
The three of us were kidnapped when we were only very young. I was around five years old at the
time of my abduction. We were then almost immediately thrown into a life of fighting and killing as soon as they realised we were gifted.
And by 'gifted' I mean we have certain abilities that we were born with and only started using when
we were able to walk. Half the reason we were kidnapped was because of those abilities.
People saw us as monsters and freaks of nature. Some even said we were experiments gone wrong.
They didn't care what happened to us. So of course, no one helped us, no matter how much we begged and pleaded, when we were suddenly snatched off the streets.
Our boss, the man who kidnapped us, forces us to fight or we'll be beaten half to death. He cares
little for what could happen to us out in The Arena as long as they keep giving him money for the
entertainment he provides.
If we are killed, he could simply find a replacement, gifted or not. If we show weakness or let our
opponents live, he'll punish us.
It was that simple.
We could never wish this life upon anyone and we had no intention of getting beaten up any more
than we already did within The Arena, nor do we have a death wish.
That's the only reason we fight.
To protect others from the same fate that we were forced to face and to protect ourselves from
further harm.
He used to make it so everyone could watch the fights as long as they had the money for it. But the
greedy bastard wanted more than just commoner's money and decided to make the shows so
expensive that only the rich could afford it. We would've thought it a stupid move, if it weren't for
the fact that there were so many rich people in the area of which the fights were held who were
interested in seeing a bunch of girls with powers beat up and kill their opponents to survive.
It's truly sickening how people can find entertainment in our suffering and the suffering of the people we are forced to kill.
Heck, some are even cruel enough to laugh when we've just killed somebody or whenever someone
manages to land a hit on us.
It's just disgusting.
When we're not needed, we are kept in a spacious room with no windows, off white coloured walls,
two black couches on one side of the room and three beds on the other side. The room was also
dimly lit by a yellowish white coloured light.
The room would be rather luxurious, had we not known that we were trapped like rats in that place
and had we not been through so much torment and torture.
We had tried to escape this place on our own multiple times in the past, but we were caught by
guards and punished by Boss for our disobedience.
The guards basically worked like robots. They did absolutely everything and anything they were
asked without hesitation.
No, wait.
Even robots are capable of malfunctioning and no longer working the way you want them to.
Dogs, maybe? No, not every dog can be trained.
Puppets. Yes, that's what they're more like. They're all the puppets and Boss is the puppeteer controlling their every move.
Us girls have a theory that he had somehow brainwashed them to into guarding his 'Money Makers' and doing whatever else he wanted them to do.
We hate having to kill.
We hate having to constantly fight.
But we know we have no choice in the matter. If we want to stay alive, we have to do everything and
anything Boss asks us to. No matter how much we may hate it.
I don't know if we'll ever be able to escape this nightmare. But I won't lose hope just yet. After all, fate has a funny way of working.
Who knows? Maybe it'll finally decide to work in our favour.
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The Arena Fighters
Action*Temporary Cover Image* Three girls with extraordinary abilities are kidnapped at a young age by a man they now call 'Boss' and are forced into a life of kill or be killed. They hate having to kill. They hate having to fight. But they know they don'...
