It was getting close to being late, sweat dripped off your face and body as you continued to punch at the swinging punching bag.
Your breaths were now ragged but strong as you swept and dodged, continuing to hit.
Left, right. Left, left, right. Right, right, left, right.
You hit the bag more, your knuckles now stinging but you kept on.
"Wow, keep hitting it like that it might break Miss Million!"
The voice distracted you from your workout, making you look over and the bag swings back and knocks you to your bum. Successfully knocking the wind out of you.
You wince and glare at this mystery person, he was a regular guy, black messy hair with brown eyes, he reached a hand towards you to help you up, but you simply ignore it and get up your own self.
"Okay Miss Million, I see you still have some fight in ya!" He said playfully in a teasing tone.
You went over to your things and grabbed your water bottle. Not so gracefully taking in large gulps, some water trailing down your chin and trickling down your neck.
"Name's Todd."
Ugh, go away... You thought as you saw his hand extending to you after you were done drinking the water.
"What? You expecting me to be your friend?" You scoff and grab your coat, "Sorry but I learned a long time ago that's a bad idea." and walk off, deciding it was late enough.
Time to earn some cash.
The ring was packed tonight, the room filling with monsters and humans alike. Placing bets on whoever this bitch was or you. She had red curly hair and hazel eyes. They tried their best to not look away from your intense gaze.
You were in a black sports bra and spandex shorts. It was fucking hot in this small building as sweat dripped unceremoniously over your face and body.
And the fun hasn't even begun yet.
Your mind reeled into dark thoughts as this woman and you stared at each other from her corner to yours.
A smile crept onto your face.
Blood lust now taking over your senses.
Get her. Knock some sense into her. Let her know what hell's fire feels like. Let her knock what a fist tastes like. Let her know what her own blood on your hands looks like.
Excitement went down your spine as you stood, the ringmaster, Don, yelling out the names and to turn in final bets.
At this point you weren't paying attention. Just waiting for the bell as you raised your fists.
The smile still fitted to your face. Eyes now glinting in fervor.
DING
You went all in, reeling your fist back with a blood curtling yell and knock her straight into the ground before she could even lift her fists up. A sickening CRUNCH meeting your fists on her nose.
You back up off of her, waiting for her to get up, she struggles but soon stands, her glare hard on you as you continued to smile, you then hit your chest in a taunt and give a yell, "Come at me bitch!"
She did so, her hit landing on your forehead as you thrusted your face at her punch, she reeled back her other hand grasping her wrist as her face contorted with pain and you take the opportunity to hit her under her arm where her ribs were. She flinched and you take another opening and punch her abdomen. She doubled over clutching it, and you bring your wrist up to your shoulder and slam your elbow to the back of her neck.
She hit the ground.
MORE! MORE!
The cheers around you jeering your mind to do it and you reel your leg back and give a good kick to her side.
Blood.
Seeing her not coming back after she coughed up the blood, the ringmaster, Don, grabbed your hand and held it up. Declaring you as the winner.
Your smile receded back slowly, adrenaline still pumping as you wipe the sweat off your forehead, you look at your hand and see blood but you shrug it off and pull your hand away.
Don leaned over to you, "You know where to meet me." And pulled away to receive the money.
You only went back to your seat to grab your coat and you sling it on easily and zip it up before heading towards his apartment.
As you were headed out, taking the alleyway as usual, you see a few monsters and humans chatting it up. Some leering at you as you walked by.
You dared any one of these motherfuckers to touch you.
Just as the thought went through your head a solid slap was set on your ass and you instinctively reeled your fist back and went to punch the poor sap who was stupid enough to do it.
What you weren't expecting was a bony hand to catch your quick punch toward their way.
A skeletal monster was looking up and down your body slowly and your other fist came at him and connected hard to his already cracked skull. He staggered back slightly, cupping his empty eye socket. A smile crawling on his face, "First time meeting you and you're already hitting on me?" His voice was smooth and low. This monster was trouble.
"Keep your fucking hands off me or else I'll do it again." You darkly stated and started to walk away.
Your wrist was caught and you pulled it away, but his grip didn't falter so you turned to him and pulled more forcefully to make him stumble and your leg came up and met his pelvic bone in a harsh manner as he fell to the ground.
"Oi! Keep your hands off me ya fuckin' creep!" And walked faster away and out of the alleyway.
Only rings of laughter met your ears, making your head rush.
"Don, get your dick outta your ass and give me my money already!" Your fist pounded on the door, lewd moans and loud music blaring coming from the other side of the door, "DON! Damn it!" You slammed your fist harder and huffed in defeat, crossing your arms as the music on the other side only blared louder.
"He ain't gonna answer." You jump to that same fucking voice.
Does he ever give up?
"What the fuck is your problem?! Why are you in here anyways, only people that know Don can be in here and I've never seen YOUR face before creep!" You graciously give him the finger as you take in his appearance. His right eye curved like a crescent moon, two cracks on his face, one above the crescent moon that reached to the top of his skull and the other below the dim yellow glowing left eye to his upper lip that held his annoying grin. A black parka with a fluffy hood left open, exposing his whole rib cage and tight black pants held up by a belt, the upper part of his pelvic bone peeking out from above the belt. The tight fitted pants leading to brown ankle high work boots.
He chuckled again, "Well. If you gave me the chance I would've told you he wasn't taking any calls for the next couple of minutes. I'm his new body guard." He stepped closer to you and you take steps back with a glare, "I'll be glad to entertain you while you wait."
"Fuck off, I need my money. Now. " You crossed your arms and huffed, small strands that scattered your face fluttered in the breath, "And I don't need any entertainment, let alone from you. My toy could probably do better than you could."
He stepped closer again, but once you tried to step away again your heel met the wall, "Is that a challenge?"
shit.
He had a shit eating grin now to noticing your realization that you were backed to the wall.
"No need to be so hasty.~" He took another slow step, now just a couple feet away from you.
"I fuckingdare you." Your fists clenched as you let your hands fall to your sides and watch him closely.
Remind him how lucky he is to be a skeleton with no ball sacks...
You smiled to your inner minds context.
He took your smile as an invite and closed the gap. Your hand traced up his exposed ribs in a teasing manner, shivers raked over him as a shaky pant escaped him, you then trace over his shoulder and just like that, you quickly grab his elbow with one hand and his hand with the other, slipping behind him quick as light and you push his back with your knee as his face hit the wall with a nice thud and a pained groan escaped him as you held him now by the hand, and now that he was on the ground your foot went between his legs and pushed.
What you didn't expect was for him to moan.
Before you could even think of letting him go the door opened, "(Y/N)! How the fuck am I supposed to have any kind of security if you keep sending them to the hospital?!"
Cue letting go of the poor monster all together.
You take in the overly large man, sweat pants now on his hips, his belly slightly hanging over them, his black hair curly on top of his head, a goatee on his chin. You walked over to Don, "Well if your 'security' didn't keep trying to get 'handsy' you wouldn't have this problem."
You couldn't help to see the woman from the earlier dash out of Dons' room, hugging her clothes close to her chest as she ran in only panties and bra.
Shameless.
You sigh and hold out your hand impatiently, "Ah," He glanced at his 'security guard' briefly before going into his room, "Sans? Noooo. He's got plenty of ladies, he can't handle you!" A boisterous laugh came out of the room, "Alright. Here's your cash. You made a good show tonight ya know? Made 500$ tonight!" He hollered as he came back out with a rolled wad of your cash and slapped it to your palm, "Next fight is in 3 days. Rest up."
You nod and you feel a hand grasping your ass again.
THIS ASSHOLE is a glutton for punishment.
Dons eyes went wide as he took in scene that was about to unfold in just mere seconds.
Your elbow hit his sternum hard, and your hand pushed hard after making the skeletal monster fall to the floor, "I should get home before I break him." you conclude before walking out of the apartment, slamming the door shut behind you.
"Sans, you alright?!" Dons eyes were wide.
"Yeah boss," Sans chuckled low, "I think I'm in love." Sans cradled his chest with an arm as his left eye squinted with pained mirth.
"Hoo boy. So sick... You're picking at a tough one there, that's for sure ya crazy lunatic!" Don raised his arms in an exasperated way, shaking his head as he went to his kitchen for a drink.
"At least I don't have to wait long to see her again... To feel that tight ass again." Sans lifted himself up with a 'Mmm!' hum escaping his teeth.
"Just be careful Sans. She's... not just tough... but... hmm, how can I say this?..." He pulled at his chin hair in thought, "Unstable. Yeah. That's a good word. She's a damn good of a fighter, but she's crazier than you even." Don chuckled and took a sip of his water.
"Oh yeah? I like 'em feisty." Sans chuckled as he leaned on the counter, "How was that other lady?"
"Pfft, not even worth the hundo she demanded."
They both chuckled together.
"I need to call one of my ladies tonight after that number. I can't hold it in." Sans rubbed his sternum thoughtfully.
Don just chuckled, "Whatever floats yer boat." And washed out his glass before putting it in the dish rack next to the sink.
"You think she liked me?" Sans smiled a shit eating grin and Don scoffed.
"OHHH YEEAAHHH...!" Don let out pretty sarcastically, "A skele-TON."
Sans chuckled in response, "Damn, she rattled my bones quite a bit." He stretched out his arms over his head, leaning to the right then left.
"She loves fighting so I'm not surprised she did." Don chuckled, leaning on the counter now facing Sans.
"That bad huh?" Sans sweat dropped slightly.
"You saw her fight. It's the only time I've seen her smile and I've been holding her fights before you guys came out. Hmmm," Don scratched his head in thought,"About 5 years now."
Sans was taken aback, "Hold old is she?" His left eye socket rose in curiosity.
"22 now I would assume." He squinted at the skeleton, "Are you serious right now Sans? You're really that interested huh?"
Sans chuckled and his eye blazed with a new fire of hunger, "She's the only one to deny me. Usually they melt under me, but her... Oohohoo, I could get used to this."
Don rolled his eyes in return.
"How'd you find a girl like that anyways?" Sans settled into a high chair by the bar, his elbows taking place on the marble as his skull leaned in his palms.
"Oh man... She used to be a mess. Parents all drugged up, friends using and leaving her for dead. Let alone this guy she used to see. He was the reason why I found her anyways." Don crossed his right leg over his left as he leaned on the counter more, "He used to beat the CRAP outta her. One day she just fought back and almost killed the dude. A year in juvenile hall and she was out in the streets, getting into bar fights, anything she could find to make an outlet. At least that's what I think she uses fighting as."
Sans stared at Don, completely surprised, but yet expected a dark past from looking at such hollow eyes like yours, "She's a literal word of a fighter." Sans stood from his seat and stretched again for good measure. He then reached into his pocket and took out a cigarette from his pack and lit it with his zippo lighter, "One more question, Why is her nickname Miss Million?"
Don paused for a good minute before answering, "Cause I'm pretty sure she's gonna go out like that one day. Wouldn't be surprised with the hole she's digging herself in."
Sans didn't really like hearing that as he took a long drag of the toxic smoke, gears in his head slowly turning, "Alright, I'm headed wherever. See ya in 3 days."
"Yeah. See ya." Don replied and soon, in a flash Sans was out of sight.
As soon as you got home you locked the door behind you and went into the shower.
You washed over todays fight and got out, you look into the mirror and see the small cut but deep bruise on your forehead. You just open a drawer on your sink and take out the neosporin and apply it before exiting and plopping on your bed.
Too lazy to get up to dig your blankets out from under you, you simply grabbed the side and rolled into a burrito.
Sleep finally over took your form, your mind ready for another nightmare that was likely to come.