Trial and Error

Rosie

Disclaimer: I have already posted this a couple of times but wattpad isn't working for me so I'm reposting yet again. This time, if my reads don't come up, I'm just going to leave it because I've never seen anything more frustrating in my life LOL

I don't know what underground fights normally look like, I'm going to be writing this chapter based on what I've seen on TV and also what I imagine happens.

I knew I shouldn't be here. I knew it the second I stepped out of the taxi and onto the pavement across from the warehouse. It was dark out, the only lights coming from the flickering street lights and the lights from the warehouse. People were trickling in.

Many were dressed in torn clothes; torn jeans, and ripped flannel and the like. Some even looked like they were bikers in Hell's Angels. It was intimidating to say the least but I knew I had to be here. They all glanced at me loitering near the sidewalk instead of making my way into the broken door of the warehouse. I checked over my outfit quickly.

I didn't want to come in my usual wear, which normally consists of a nice shirt and some good jeans. I decided to come in a bit of a grungy outfit consisting of ripped jeans and a grey hoodie with some sneakers. It wasn't too grungy but I also found myself able to blend in slightly.

I also knew that I shouldn't have come alone.

I took in a deep breath and walked forward slowly making my way into the building. It was well lit, lights set up around the ring that stood about 2 metres off the ground. People sat around it, some standing. There was graffiti all over the walls and debris on the ground, spare chairs lying around waiting for someone to either pick them up and discard them or use them. The ceiling was half destroyed. Light panels were hanging loose in some places, swinging here and there, other places the windows in the ceiling were completely destroyed allowing the moonlight and streetlight to pour in from above. 

Everywhere I looked, I saw intimidating people. Some who had girls with them, some even making out already. Some were smoking what looked like joints and some also were sitting around a small booth, handing money and making bets on who was going to win the fight.

I looked around and decided to make my temporary base in a spot near the ring but towards the corner. It wasn't too far back. It was close enough that I could easily see the faces of the fighters and their expressions if I needed to. But it was far enough that my face would not be illuminated by the light as it would be if I was closer to the ring. As I was waiting for the fight to start, I checked my phone. Harry had visited me at the diner about an hour before I clocked out early to get ready for the fight. I got out early to make sure I had enough time to go out and buy pepper spray in case I needed it.

I had it in my bag right now and I absentmindedly found myself wrapping my fingers around it and spinning it in the bag as I waited.

I glanced around the warehouse, moving gaze to and from people wondering if Harry was here or somewhere else waiting for the fight to start. I bit my lip, moving out of the way for people when they were moving closer to me, or about to run into me. I tried to stay as discrete as I could so I wouldn't attract any unwanted attention.

I knew by the way I dress that I stood out a bit, but I also knew that because of the way I held myself in that room, that people would be able to understand that I felt out of place.

I shook my head to myself and jumped when the lights went dim. People began to cheer and everyone's attention turned to the ring. All of a sudden, a tall bald man walks onto the ring and sticks his fists up in the air causing everyone to cheer. He whoops with them and howls before he brings a microphone up to his mouth. I stand silently, waiting, with my hands clasped in front of me.