"Adrenalin, a shoot of energy to enable the fight or flight reaction, it heightens the sense of the average human."
Blood dripped from the corner of pair of pale lips; a finger came up, catching the ruby colored droplet. A smile grew upon the lips, a smile known throughout the underworld. A pink tongue slipped its way out and licked the blood away. The mouth opened and a whoop of laughter poured from it like boiling water. It chilled the bones of all who heard it, and it usually meant the end of another human. The laugh was met by whoops and cheers, begging to see more gore, more violence.
Without any hesitation Mad Malice ran at her opponent. Her black and green hair dripping with blood and perspiration, her hands clenched her duster gloves rusted with red. With a scream of anger and insanity she rammed the heel of her palm in the nose of the man in front of her. Spinning Malice tripped him; with the quick swooping of her arms she caught the man, and snapped his neck like a lifeless twig. A roar of approval met her as she stood. And then silence, shaking her head Malice reached into her pocket and withdrew two quarters. Kneeling she brushed her gore soaked fingers over the wide horror filled eyes of her dead opponent, closing them forever. Placing the coins over the eyes she mumbled something to the body.
Standing she turned and howled with laughter, her arms raised in triumph over her win. Malice was met with a roar of approval; her name was shouted with glee the crowd yearning after the blood that donned the hands of the cage fighter. Running at the wire of the cage, Malice climbed it relishing in the praise and the rewards to come from the fools who bet against her. This was her life, her drive, her psychological cure, the therapy to the animal that raged within her skin.