My Paradise (Wolf's Rain Fan-Fic)

Prologue

I stare at my opponent. It was White and Grey, trying to bite through the bars of it's cage. Drool hung from it's mouth. It's eyes were wild with rage. This would be my last fight. The silent promise hung in the air. It's eyes said it all. The stale air held the scent of blood, choking me. The humans knew I wouldn't make it, but they didn't care. My opponent was undefeated. But they still threw me in this iron prison, had me stare into the eyes of my would-be-murderer. They had me fight non-stop today, I barely survived the last fight. These fights were nothing but easy cash to them. Who cares about the cost. We could be replaced. Afterall, Wolves were a dime-a-dozen if you had the right connections. Humans hated Wolves. Hunters were everywhere. Wolves were nearly hunted to extinction over 200 years ago. But we've found a way to blend in with humans, we call them Illusions; a way to turn into humans. When we're found, we're either shot on the spot, or brought to the arena to fight to the death. The bell sounds, signifying the match has begun. The lock to my cage is taken away. Then the shock comes, making me yelp. I run out of my cage, and to my death. My opponent slams into me full force, not hesitating to draw blood. It's teeth clamp onto my haunch, tearing into my fur, the pain was excruciating. I snap at it's shoulder, earning a yelp from it, and breaking free of it's hold. Blood streamed down my side, coating my Black and Brown fur. I charge at my opponent, knocking it to the ground. While it had it's guard down, I rip and claw at it's chest, I get kicked off of it though. Then it's me pinned to the ground, we snarl and claw at eachother, rolling around on the dirt covered arena. My blood mixed with my opponents as we rolled, to the point we didn't know who's blood was on our fur. I start getting weak from the blood-loss. So my opponent is able to pin me down with it's paws. I still continue to fight, though I knew it was useless. But I couldn't, wouldn't accept defeat, I had to fight, it was in my blood, instinct even. I grab ahold of one of it's paws, I was determined to take it's paw with me when I died. But, grabbing it's paw exposed the side of my neck, which my opponent realized, and took full advantage. I freeze immediately. As it growled, it's voice entered my head. 'Prepare to die.' it says. 'Goto hell!' I snap. 'This is hell.' it says before everything goes Black.