Hey guys!

So, I've had this bad writers block for the past week, and then all of a sudden I get two new ideas for stories! This is one of them, Max, Fang and Iggy are street fighters so that they can help support their families. That's pretty much all I got right now, but there will be fax and niggy and this probably won't be light happy fluff at all. So read on!

The adrenaline pumping through my veins, the sickly smell of pot, spilt beer and sweat , the cheers of the crowd. It's what I lived for, and how I lived.

I could see the figure of the man that had challenged me acrossed the make-shift ring. He was big, tall and muscular, at least double my weight if not more. It was hard to see him through the haze of dust and smoke with the dim show lighting in the old warehouse.

My hands clenched in anticipation. Tonight, un like others, was a tournament night., I would fight until I was too tiered or injured to go on, or when there were no more opponents left. I usually came out with the latter.

I looked over at the small wooden table where one of the organizers sat writing down the names of people who wanted to fight. I could see at least three or four papers full of names already on the table, and more were being put down every minute. It's going to be a long night.

Maybe I should explain a little. My name is Maximum Ride, but people usually call me Max, unless I'm fighting because I use my full name then just for show. I'm a street fighter, in case you haven't guessed yet.

You see, my mom was a prostitute. Not a whore, slut, or bimbo, a prostitute. It wasn't her choice, when she was twelve her mom, my grandma, died in a car crash. My mom's dad blamed her for his wife's death, eventually he started drinking, then he started hitting my mother.

When mom was fifteen, she decided that she had had enough, so she ran away. But she was a fifteen year old girl with no money, no family and an un completed education, needless to say she end up on the streets. I never got all of the detail, and I'm kind of glad about that, but mom was eventually forced into the sex trade, it becoming the only way for her to survive.

After three horrific years of being trafficked, my mom finally caught a break, she met my dad. She was being attacked in a back alley by some rapist when he found her. Dad probably saved her life that night.

I know, I know just another story about a damsel in distress and the prince charming who came and saved her, then they all live happily ever after. That's not quite what happened. Dad did save mom and they did fall in love, but then came the whole process of getting mom out of the sex trade, and my dad was a street fighter, like me, and it's not always steady money. But they got by and then soon I came along.

Everything was great, until dad was killed. It happened in a fight when his opponent got a little...carried away, I was thirteen. Mom went into depression for a little while, but she came out of it and life was hard without my dad, but we were both strong and we learned to cope.

Then, as if the universe was determined to make my life as miserable as possible, my mom died. I thought I was going to die, or end up in the sex trade like my mom. Everyone I knew already had enough financial problems of their own and couldn't afford to take me in or lend me money, so I didn't ask.

But of course, Kim and Austin offered, they were my parents best friends and the guardians of one of my good friends and the parents of my best friend. I refused at first, but then they threatened to call social services and put me in the system, and I absolutely did not want that. So I accepted on the condition that they took all of the money that my mom had left me, it wasn't much, but when you're already struggling to support a family of four and you're taking in a fifth, every little bit counts. After much insisting on my part, they finally accepted and I went to live with them.

Austin used to be a street fighter until an injury to his knee made him quit, now him and Kim owned a gym , that brought in a little money, but not much, so I decided that I had to help out. Austin had taught his kids to fight like my dad had taught me, so his son and I became street fighters to help bring in some extra cash.

That's what brought me here today, a seventeen year old girl in an abandoned ware house about to take part in an illegal street fighting competition against a guy who's three or four times her size. Isn't my life just awesome?

I walked over to Austin who was hanging on the ropes of the ring. He handed me a water bottle and my mouth guard, I took a quick swig of water, bouncing on the balls of my feet excited and nervous at the same time. Even though I was young and one of the only female street fighters in Vancouver, I was strong and considered one of the best.

"You're gonna do great, Maxi." Austin told me, giving me a reasuring smile.

Austin was the only who could ever get away with calling me Maxi...except for my dad. I smiled back at him before popping my mouth guard in and handing him my warm-up and water bottle. Austin jumped of the ring and merged into the crowd.

I tightened my dirty blond pony tail and the white bandages around my hands before turning to face the centre of the ring. An announcer dressed in a black and white stripped shirt stepped out holding a microphone.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen!" He said into the microphone,

"For our first fight of the night we have the three hundred and fifty pound feared fighter the Terrrrrooooorrrrr!" He rolled out the show name of my opponent as the 'Terror' stepped into center ring.

"Taking on our un defeated champ, Maximum Ride!" I moved into the middle of the ring and glared at my opponent. The crowd cheered wildly, and I took that moment to look around at the audience.

I caught a glimpse of a familiar strawberry blond head and another eve more familiar black one. Iggy and Fang were in the crowd yell and cheering my name as loud as they could. When I saw my two boys, my nerves disappeared leaving pure excitement and adrenaline. I looked back at my opponent. This was the beginning of a very long and exciting night.

Tell me if you love it, tell me if you hate it. If I get like 2 reviews telling me to continue I will.

Keep living,loving,laughing,writing

Peace,

Maia