I do not own Twilight, or any of the characters! Though I am borrowing some of the details from Unchained I do not own that either.
I can hear the cheers of the crowd as the man in front of me throws another wild punch in my general direction; he is a large man, about 6`3 I`d say, every inch of him covered in muscle. He could easily destroy any normal person, especially me in my short stance of 5`4; yet I am no normal person. I am a monster, a killer, a weapon, and a pawn to be used for one purpose. To kill the opponent in front of me.
"Stop playing and finish it!" My stepfather yells from the side lines.
"Yes sir." I whisper, no emotion showing in my voice.
The man took another step in my direction thinking he could take down a young girl such as myself; I moved into him as he brought his foot down. Kicking my leg out and striking him in the face; blood now flows freely from his nose and mouth. I grab his head a twist sharply; hearing the familier snap. He is dead before he hits the ground. The crowd is silent looking on in a mix of fear, amazment, anger, and disgust.
"Come," my step father says sharply, holding out the metal collar.
I step up willing like to dog I am and hear the click of the lock.
"The pin is back in the bomb." I think sadly.
"Heres your damn money! Just get that freak of your outta here." The owner of the underground fighting arena hands my stepfather the money and turns to walk away.
"Hey Earl, I`ll be back tomorrow for the Wilson brothers fight, ya hear?!"
"Yeah yeah." The man, Earl walks away in anger.
I stay silent through this conversation, perfering to look out the window to the trees where I know the stars are just above waiting. Its nights like these that I wish I could just live a normal life, without fighting, killing, and my stupid gift. Just because I could kill with ease didnt mean I wanted to be used as weapon for my stepfather to use as he pleases. I didnt see this as gift, it was a curse that I couldnt escape no matter how hard I tried.
"Tabris!" My stepfather snaps, grabbing my arm roughly, no doubt bruising me.
I look at him with fear as an answer, he doesnt like to hear me speak unless necassary.
"I said the Wilson brothers are champs, so make is interesting for the crowd. That mean dont kill them right away. You got that stupid?" He shakes me hard once to make sure I understand.
I nod and look back toward the window shame filling me for yet again taking another life just so my stepfather and mother can live in luxery; while I rot in the cold basement of your home. The only sliverlining is the new neighbors that just moved in just across the clearing from a home. We lived out in the middle of the woods, so seeing anyone was a rareity; I dont go to school so just to see someone from the window would make my entire day.