FIGHT NIGHT

Chapter One: First Day

I woke up my head throbbing, a thick hung over feeling washed over me. The place smelt different a strong scent of dirt. I rose from the bed not recognizing anything around me. I couldn't remember anything, how I got here or who I was everything was a blur to me. My whole body throbbed but one place was on fire, noticing a mirror on the opposite side of the room I stumbled over and investigated the hammering spot, there on my left side of my chest was a number 3 tattooed into my skin. My clothing caught my interest I was wearing a tight black tank top that had the writing 'FIGHT NIGHT' in a bold orange lettering, also I was wearing black three quarter leggings that had two orange stripes going down the outer length of the leg the outfit was finished off with black gym shoes with the same writing only the letters 'FN' written on the outer side. I looked around me and saw that the place was made completely out of concrete, it was cool in the inside and contained no windows, the light came from a strange blacked out hemisphere at the top of the roof. The room was small and round, it contained a bed, a set of draws and a toilet. Located near the draws was an iron door were a small amount of light was coming.

I jumped five feet in the air when a knock came at the door rattling everything in its radius

"Three" a strong sturdy male voice said "you woken yet?"

"Um..." I stuttered not knowing who he was talking to

"That answers my question; get your ass out here now"

I followed the voices request and stepped out, the light from the sun blinded me but I soon regained my vision and was facing a very scary looking male. He looked in his thirties and wore the same outfit to me but instead of leggings he had black shorts with the same orange stripes. The man was covered in scars with a very distinctive one running down his chest and through the number 12 that was tattooed on his left side as well.

"Shit you're a girl" he said taking me in as I was doing moments ago to him

I placed my hands on my hips stubbornly "what is that suppose to mean?" I snapped

"A girl with fire to, and no offensive we hardly ever get girls here and especially ones that look so young"

"I'm not young I'm..." I hesitated "I can't remember my age; oh my I can't even remember my name"

"Don't worry, none of us can, no one remembers their past life or even if we had one. We call each other by the numbers on out chests, names twelve" he said extending a hand out towards me

"Where am I?" I asked taking his hand

"Well three you are in Fight Night, welcome"

"What's Fight Night?"

"Follow me; I'll take you to six he will explain everything"

I followed behind twelve as we walked down a dry dirt road, every few meters the road would have a small dirt path leading to it with the small concrete domes at the end, all the domes were similar to the one I woke up in, no windows but a heavy iron door. Each dome had a large orange number written on it, the ones I saw were 4, 5 and 6.

We stopped at the sixth dome and out the front sitting on a log was an old man. He raised his head from where he was looking and welcomed me with a wide warm smile.

"Three" his old voice croaked out "please come sit"

I hesitated walking to the man but twelve pushed me down the path.

"Hello six" twelve greeted

"Hello twelve, I am assuming this is three's replacement?"

"Yes, this one is full of fire and questions"