Take me with you

Chapter 2

It was like choas. The dim lighting made the croud look intimidating, they screamed,cheered and cried. The range of emotions all directed the the large square in the centre of the room. People surround it on all sides. Carlos, the extremely beefy man stood centre stage, the bud of a cigarette dangled out the side of this mouth, the edges were turned up in a creepy smirk as he watched her stand waiting for the match to beginning. he skimmed her body with his raven eyes.

A large hoodie was drapped over her head, the noise didn't bother like it had at the start. She begain to warm up, eyeing the large figure that stood on the opposite side. He was built like a bolder,large everything his oversized head was buzzed to a cut so short he was nearly bald. When she had firsted stepped into the ring the stocky men that had stood opposite it had scared her. Resulting in the first few losses that she still beat herself up about now.

As Carlos finally finished eyeing her up be begain to actually do his job."The Bonecrusher, standing in the left corner, our new champion as of last night." Carlos voice filled the large basment as though he was speaking through a microphone. But standing there empty handed he introducted her, very unoriginal, opponent. " In the right is one of our favourites." The croud erupted in cheers," Its Kain."

Kain stood for the first son of Adam and Eve, the wanderer. The name ment more to her than the croud could ever understand. She was condemned to a life of wandering just as he was. The name remided her that what she was fighting for when she stepped into this ring.

Before she could even move Carlos had scuttled out of the ring and the 'bonecrusher' had stepped forwards, swinging his large fist towards her face.His punch was uncoordinated,leaving him open as she ducked and punched his left leg. He was sent stumbling backward limping as his leg twisted. Standing up straight she drew her hands up as she waited for him to make a move.

Recovering quickly he steped forwards and threw an uppercut. Not being quick enough it skimmed her jaw sending a shooting pain through her face.Uneffected by the injury or the crouds cry, she made a jab to his throat making him stummble back breathlessly. Taking her opportunity she qucickly attacked him slamming her fist into his jaw which sent him towards the floor. Ruthlessly she jumped on him, drawing energy off the loud cries for blood, she sent fist after fist into his face until her hands had just as much blood on them as the 'Bonecrusher's' face.

He flipped her over, she wriggled under him dogging hit after hit he threw at her. Getting her legs under him, she locked her knees and pushed him back. They both scrammbled to their feet quickly and began to circle eachother.He may of had the strength, but she was quick. Quick enought to pull his feet from under him and tackle him to the floor when he stepped for a punch. His lack of training made his moves predictable. Before he could turn the tables again she smashed her palm into his nose, the noise of the crack she felt was replaced by the screams of the crazy croud.

Immobiled by the pain she had caused him she easily made a few shots to his chuby face. The skin on her knuckles split and began to bleed. Just like his face as she kept hiting it. He swung his legs around when he finally snapped out of it. Hid hands trapped by her legs straddling him.When he finally becomes motionless under her she stood up.

Placing her hood over her head once more she cover the waves of brown hair that was pulled back to display the black mask she had been gifted to protect her. Waiting around only long enough to know that she had won and to collect the envolpe that help her winnings. She pushed through the chaotic croud and toward the exit. The only person who followed her movements was the tall shaddow hidden in the far corner.

She didn't remove her mask until she entred the small estate that held her parents house. Her heart was still beating erratically when she pulled into the street where houses resembled the whitehouse than homes people lived in. Every lawn was perfect, bright green grass with budding flowers and trees that could only be maintained by the hundreds of staff that came with the large sums of money. The buildings themselves all held thousnds of rooms and not enought people of fill one, the people inside all spend their time counting their money, friends, calories or anything else that had value in this pretentious place.

Everything about this place made others jealous of the beauty and wealth it held, the people inside were oblivous to the others who could only dream of this life. In reality every house was a prison, the peoples who lived theirs own personal hell.

As the car stopped at the large gate she punched in the long passcode and waited for the rusty gates to open.

"Welcome back to hell Kara." She mumbled to herself as she put the car in park and grabbed her gym bag, stuffing the mask to the bottom of it.