His Fallen Angel

Prolog

I'm waiting with a blank expression to meet my opponent, my next target. I never understand how a cute girl with pig tails became this, a street fighter. I soulless. My thoughts are interrupted by a voice calling my name, Mars , God of war. This means is time for some fun.

I get up from my sit at the bar and walk with steady stepts to the ring , everyone goes out of my way. My palms are sweatying and a chill goes up my spine, this will be interesting. When I look at my opponent I see a boy around my age, well built without a shirt, classic. I look into his icy eyes and see darkness and a spark of something in the dark corners of his pupils, fascinating ! His caramel brown hair is so beautiful and it matches his tanned figure. Let's see what you have caramel-boy.

I hold out my arm as a greeting and sign of respect. The match starts. At the beginning we exchange punches to see how we resist, out of nowhere he sends me a Kao Lai ( flying knee) and I catch it, I used that in my benefit and unhinged him . Now I'm over him ready to give the final punch . I look him in the eyes and I see regret , without thinking I give him the final blow and he's cold on the floor. Knockdown.

I get up from over his limp body and make my way to the bar, I don't know why, but I never liked to know my opponents name, it makes them human and me a monster.

I get my money, 800 $, ok that is good for a beginner. I go to my locker and take my stuff. I get up on my lovely board and ride it home.

When I get there, I go straight to the bathroom to see if I have bruises , luckily none. I get dress in my PJ and go under the covers, hopping not to wake up the beasts under the bead.