Deadly Uppercuts and Lethal Jabs

A/N: Hey guys! This story might've been done before, I dunno. But I decided to try it out.

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ONE MORE BY SUPERCHIC[K]

Disclaimer: (I really need to do these more often) I. DON'T. OWN. THE. FREAKIN'. SERIES. But we all wish that we did, don't we? But not all of them have a plan... Mwahaha...


My cage door opened, revealing an all too familiar face. Jeb, in all his blotchy skinned and pimple coated facial glory.

"Good morning, Maximum." He said, smiling to reveal a row of knarled, near yellow, teeth.

"I'm here to offer you a deal." I glanced up at him vacantly, even though, in my mind, I was secretly interested in this 'deal' of his.

"One hundred more. Then I'll let you go." I raised an eyebrow, not believing that there wasn't a catch.

"But," Aaaannnnddd here's the catch.

"The fight's are to be To The Death. All of them." I shuddered inwardly, To The Death rounds always gave me the willies, not that I'd ever let them show. The Death rounds are pretty self explainatory, but incase some of you are bad at catching onto details, I'll explain. To The Death rounds are where me and another mutant fight until one or the other is dead. Or until we're both dead. Either one works for the sick minded freaks who started this whole shebang.

I've only done one other To The Death round, and it didn't turn out the greatest...


The kick to my kidney blinded me in pain, giving my opponent precious seconds, an opportunity to kill me.I looked up into his eyes, silently pleading for him not to kill me. His eyes opened slightly wider, and darkening so that I couldn't see the pupil. Not that I really could've in the first place.

I'm only seven, I thought. I'm going to die and I'm only seven. I don't even know how to fight! Why am I here? How is this fair? What did I do to deserve this? My crazed and paranoid thoughts must've been showing on my sweat covered, dirt ridden face. Because my attacker with the slightly frightening black eyes stood up and helped me to my feet.

"I won't kill her." He said. Boo's rang out through the crowd. They came here for entertainment and money, they didn't care about us. We were nothing. Mere specks in a painting, as opposed to themselves, they thought that they were the whole painting. While we were nothing.

It. Just. Wasn't. Fair.

Mean looking guards came into the ring, dragging out the tall man in black. Fear and sorrow flooded his face. I never thanked him. That was only because I never saw him again.

They killed him because he saved me.


The unexpected flashback made me shudder. But I'd do it if it meant I could go.

I'd do almost anything to get out.

I'm more experienced now you might say. In fact, I haven't been beaten in the ring since that night. I guess being spared bucks up your spirit.

I nodded at Jeb. "I'll do it."

He smiled, "Excellent. You'll begin today. How much money should I bet-"

I looked up at him. "I'll begin and finish today." Damn me and my stubborn streak. Jeb's already wide eye's opened wider, creating a frog effect.

"Maximum, I can't risk you-"

"I'm finishing today, Jeb!" I yelled, I was never afraid of raising my voice against Jeb. Never. He wouldn't hurt his prize mutant would he? Yes he would.

Apparently Jeb didn't take well to being yelled at by his prisoner, because as soon as the words came out of my mouth his face contorted in rage. He snapped his fingers, signaling bodyguards or whatever to come into the room.

I. Was. Screwed.


Sorry its really short, I promise the chapters'll get longer! Authors honor!

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