Fight Club ©

C H A P T E R S I X

"I know who you are." I was expecting my voice to trail off shaky. But it didn't.

His hand speed, his movement and stance sped up within seconds and then his immediate stop nearly made me flinch.

My eyes looked at him as he turned around, beads of sweat running down his chest. Light visible anger seized his face.

"Yeah." It came out harsh and aggressive. "So who the fuck am I then."

I inhaled deeply, tears threatening to spill, it had me in confusion. I wasn't upset. Maybe anger.

"Your silver from the underground." As soon as I said it my throat felt hoarse and dry.

His eyebrows furrowed trying to suss me out.

"Yeah," tone calmer more collected "how'd you know, not like you fight down there."

My head shot up from where I was looking at his unlaced shoe laces.

"You are... arent you?" His voice full of disbelief but eyes dusted with mischief.

I nodded looking collected but I was ready to burst out in tears.

Why?

Who knows but all I knew was that I had to leave now.