D!fferent L!fe

Chapter Twentynine ~ No Mass

Panic and is a word I would use to describe everything about this. confusion and panic. I had to rub the sweat off my hands.

"Devin.. did you want to fight me?" Goliath raised an eye brown looking back at me. Interest and a bit of confusion filled his voice.

"N-no... I mean... I suppose there's no harm but I didn't sign us up no." I stuttered. My nerves fired all over the place. I can't fight. I can't, no one knows I'm a demon.

Why am I so afraid of this fight?

"Well Miss. Vallens. I ask you to hold my clipboard." He handed the large clipboard to the woman next to him in a pantsuit. I recognized her, no idea where from. He took off his own jacket before literally jumping into the Arena. A large thud and dust cloud erupted and left him standing in the arena. With out his jacket he wore just a tank top and his shorts. His goat legs were very visible. This man was ripped. Makes just about anyone feel small. Especially if your only 5'0"

That's right scrubs. I grew. A whole 4 inches in a year. Suck it.

I handed the mask to Lucy and took my own jacket off. I felt the weight of the small glass crystal in the pocket; I quickly slipped it into my jeans before dashing down the stairs. I vaulted over the edge of the arena and I felt my blood start to accelerate. My head got a familiar rush at the thought of a real fight. I landed on my feet and stood up straight. the world seemed to freeze on us for a moment.

It was pretty well known around town that the two of us were good friends. The giant sweet heart with the bar VS the angry, short-guy with a cafe. People know what Goliath can do. It's common sense that the guy can fight. He's had to break up bar fights plenty of times. Myself on the other hand..

No one knows I'm a demon besides an unlucky few. I could probably count the people on two hands. I'd like to keep that number small. I can fight, I can fight really well. Just not without losing my shit. when I lose my shit, shit hits the fan.

"Well Devin, this will be a good chance for me to stretch. It's been awhile sense I've actually been apart of this event." He stretched his arms and his back muscles flexed I walked to the opposite side of the area and moved to the center.

"Yeah... it's been-" I glanced at Lucy. Her face dripped with worry. "A long time sense I've been in a fight." I took a breath trying to stay calm. the last actually fight I was in was with Lucy. Back when she handed my ass to me. That day could have gone very different, I'm glad she almost killed me.

"Well let's get this started!" He turned towards me sticking his hand out. I took it expecting a short hand shake. Instead I was pulled forwards to him and he said something very quietly.

"It appears we have a stranger in our crowd who I believe is behind all of these unwanted matches. Bright blonde hair, green eyes, smug smile...do you know who he is?" Goliath sounded serious. Leader of the Council, seen some shit serious. My pulse doubled.

"I-I'm not sure..."

"Devin you are a very bad liar. I want an explanation when this is over." He pushed away and the ref started the match. I was left momentarily dumb founded.

He sounded... angry... and disappointed.

With the new space between us it was only a short moment before I had to get into the fight. The both of us took defensive positions and I felt my body itching to make the first move. Trusting myself I dashed directly towards him. Moments before colliding with his fist I baseball slid between his legs. I shoved my heel into the dirt flinging myself upright. I twisted myself starting at the shoulders and landed a solid kick in the center of his back. I kicked off and landed 10 or so feet behind him as he staggered forwards.