It was night. A quiet one, almost silent and calmer than it had been in weeks. But beneath the rough cobblestone streets of Britain, a battle raged loud and clear. Two children tackled each other to the dirt floor of a barbed wire fenced pit. They were stronger than most, thin and bony yet able to throw each across the ring with the lightest of efforts. Blood spattered the ground in a Rorschach of deep scarlet as one of the children ripped the others arm off. The bleachers lining the arena erupted into rabid, frenzied, cheers as bets were distributed throughout the crowd. A bulky man in a bright blue suit headed behind the pit, passing cruelly small steel cages. He pulled a parcel of bills and pence from his pocket and passed it to a shady figure perched in a throne-like chair. A bowler hat was stretched over his eyes and he snatched the bag from the other man's hand violently. He glanced down at the clump of money, counting it slowly and carefully. So meticulously he failed to notice the gangly body of an adolescent girl twine from its crate.
"The profits explode when I release my newest pet." the hat wearing figure grinned, his white teeth shimmering through the dark. He tossed the empty bag back to the person opposite him as he tucked the money into his breast pocket.
"Who's the fresh meat, eh John?" the blue suited man cackled. He watched as John pointed to the cage next to him. They suddenly exchanged a glance. The cage was empty, a trail of bloody footprints leading from it to the shadow of the young woman. Her hair stretched far past her waist and her eyes were a sickly shade of green. There were little marks all over her body from countless injections, spotting her pale skin with rough scabs. 'E-55' was tattooed on the nape of her neck with clean precision. She turned around quickly, hoping to see that her captor was still occupied. But she was brutally disappointed.
"Get her." John ordered, halfway between a growl and a roar. Two burly men in pinstripe suits burst forwards after the child. Her eyes widened considerably, pale skin growing paler. She rocketed across the cement floor, feet slapping louder than usual due to the coating of fresh blood. A thick, muscled, hand lunged and gripped one of the straps on her already tattered gown. Her feet slid out from under her and the man jerked her up into the air. The strap snapped in two, releasing the girl from his grip. She hit the ground hard but recovered much faster than the man behind her. In one clean movement, she slunk up a rusted ladder and threw the heavy steel cover aside. The men clambered up as well, losing their momentum quickly. They were out of breath by the time they caught up enough to locate her.
"Wait," one huffed, pointing at the sky. Clouds were approaching, blocking out most of the shimmering moonlight. "Storms coming. She'll be back."
But the child didn't stop. She ran and ran until the last traces of light were gone from the sky and the final buildings disappeared behind her.
Woo! Second fiction so far. Sorry for the length, it just felt like a good place to leave off. Review please!