Blood King

Chapter 3

As I woke up, I looked at the clock. 1:00 P.M. Great, I only have half a day left until I have to start school with my moody, soon to be step-brother.

I got up and got changed into my workout clothes, and then I put sweatpants and a sweater over top of them. I don't want my mom figuring out what I am doing, she would be pissed.

I decided that I would look for a new place to fight. According to my old fighting place, New York had some of the best fighters. Before I left to come to New York, I had hacked fighting websites to know where I could go to fight and I came up with a club that was 30 minutes away from Georges's house.

I walked downstairs and quickly grabbed an apple and a banana to have for breakfast, trying to be as quiet as possible. I really didn't want to have to lie to my mother, and I knew if I did it in front of her I would tell her the truth, so I note it would be.

I wrote:

Dear Mom,
I have gone to explore New York before I would have to focus my personal time on school. I will be back in a few hours. Love ya.
Ash

When I finished writing the note, I went out the front door and called a cab. Unfortunately, my motorcycle wasn't going toarrive until the end of the week, so I have to either walk there (which was a no) or call a taxi. 

When I got into the cab, the driver turned around and looked at me. "Where would you like to go?" he asked me.

"Can you take me to the Beast Club please?" I replied to him.

"Are you sure that's where you want to go, that's an awful place for a young lady for you to be."

"I am...meeting my father there and then we are going somewhere else." I lied.

"Um, Okay." Then he took off into the streets of New York.

....

40 minutes later I finally arrived. I gave the money to the cab driver and exited the car. When I looked around myself, there were people everywhere. People coming in and out of the club and people talking outside.

I looked at the building, and it was not what I expected. I had expected it to be scarier and closed off, but it just looked like a regular bar.

I walked into the club, and there was no fighting. There was music blaring through the speakers and people dancing on the dance floor, grinding themselves on strangers. People were talking and laughing in booths. There were even waitresses and waiters giving full meals to customers.

This was not a fighting place, it looked more like a bar. I got my phone and made sure the cab driver took me to the right place and he did.

I walked up to the bartender pouring drinks for his customers. Once he was done he came to me.

"What would you like to drink?" he asked me with a smirk on his face.

"Um, Actually I was told by a friend that this place had fights going on." I looked at him waiting for an answer.

"Well beautiful that is true but I want to know how you know that." he looked at with an emotionless expression.

"As I told you before my friend told me." I lied, I didn't want him to know that I hacked the Beast Club's Illegal fighting website.

"And why would you like to know?" he asked.

"I would like to enter a fighter, please." I said to him, bashing my eyelashes. I was never good at making people like me, but in movies, that trick always worked.

"Sure, I will take you back." he replied to me. He came out behind the bar and walked towards a closed door. Using his keys he opened it and pushed me in, before closing it again he looked at me and said, "Go up to the bar and ask the bartender what you asked me." Then he closed the door.

I walked down the hallway and came to another door. How many doors does this place have? When I opened it I was surprised. Inside was beautiful, well for a fighter. There was a big boxing ring in the center that looked brand new. The only thought that I had in my head was, "I needed to fight."
I walked over towards the bar as the man said to. When I got there, I waved the guy over and he was scary looking.

"What can I get you?" he asked me with a deep voice.

"I was told to ask you how I could enter a fighter.." I trailed off.

"Yeah sure, here is the form." he passed me a piece of paper with a pen. "Come back when you are done and hand it back to me." Then he walked away, taking other customer's orders.

I walked to an empty chair and sat down. I began to read it. It was all that I was used to until I got to a sentence that read, "Only males can enter these competitions."

WHAT?

WHY NOT GIRLS?

Through my head I came up with the conclusion, I had two choices. Firstly, I could go home and not fight, or I could pretend to be a male and secretly fight here behind my mother's back.

For everyone that does not know me well, I never choose the easy or right decision.

I went through most of the questions, and many of them were easy to answer.
Age: 17
Height: 5'8
Weight: 130 pounds

But then I came to a question that got me thinking.
Fighting Name:

I knew I couldn't use my old name, which was Blood Queen because that will be very suspicious for a male fighter. So, I decided to write, "Blood King". Wow, I am so creative, right!

After I was done reading the rules, I went up to the scary bartender and handed him the sheet.

"Do you know that you can't fight right?" he said to me. Hopefully, he was not catching on.

"Ya, this is actually for my twin brother." I lied.

"Oh, where is he?"

"He is really shy, he only likes to talk to me or our parents." I responded quickly.

"Well tell him he is a fighter here from now on." he told me. In my mind, I was screaming with joy. My plan had worked. He didn't see through my lies.

"But.."

"But what?" I asked, scared.

"Your brother has to fight against our best fighter and if he makes it out alive, he can come back and if not... well he would be dead" the bartender said to me, with a serious face.

"And is your best fighter good." I asked.

"He is fantastic! He has killed many newbies, so I suggest you make sure your brother is positive." he looked at me with a worried expression. So, he was not joking.
"Actually, you and your brother should watch this fight that's happening right now. He is fighting against one of our other fighters." He said pointing to the ring. I turned around at the person he was looking at. One fighter was pounding their fist into their opponent. That was definitely the guy Mr. Bartender was talking about.

As I looked at him more and more, I looked at his features. He had the prettiest face and body that I have ever seen, he was like some sort of god. I have to emit, it was really sexy to watch him beat his opponent to death.

"What's his name?" I asked the bartender.

"He goes by Death Wish." he replied.

"Do you know when the next fight will happen?"

"Ya, in a couple of minutes. All the newbies like your brother go beside the ring and go one by one against Death Wish."

I grabbed my stuff and ran to the bathroom, leaving Mr. Bartender all by himself.

As fast as I could, I put my black hoodie on, making sure it covered most of my face. I ran to the spot the bartender pointed to. I went into a group of other fighters, who all looked terrified. This Death Wish guy really scared these men.

"Okay, now for our next fight. Which one of you newbies wants the chance to earn a fighting spot here at the Beast Club." the person with the microphone screamed. Everyone beside me took a step back, but I had a different idea.

I took a step forward and raised my hand.

What had I gotten myself into?