Fuck, oops

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We walked in silence, I said nothing and neither did she, We didn't even look at each other. There was nothing for me to say anyway I hadn't had a proper conversation with another human being in almost two years. And i'm not talking about Discussing my winnings with host's or throwing taunts to an opponent in a ring. I mean an actual conversation. I just don't know what to say.

It's a shitty day so I cant start off with, "the weather looks nice" I probably wouldn't ever start off with that anyway. I guess I could always ask her about why she ran or how she ended up in this mess in the first place but that might bring up bad memory's of where ever she came from. I look at her out of the corner of my eye. She has Shoulder blade length curly blond hair, Strong facial features, stormy grey eyes and is a couple inches shorter then me so about five foot eight. She is quite pretty I must admit However pretty faces don't phase me much anymore.

Maybe at one point in time but now nothing phases me. Nothing beats the shock out of you like a six foot sver two hundred and eighty pound man. Then again I wouldn't quite say he beat me at all but that's besides the point.

We have been walking for almost thirty minuets now without saying anything to each other. She thankfully broke the silence first.

"Are we almost there?" Annabeth ask's. This time I turn my head to look at her, I shake my head no.

"Well could you at least talk to me then, this is boring" She says. I audibly sigh and face forward again.

"There's nothing to talk about" I finally say. Now its her turn to become annoyed

"How about telling me where were going for starters" She says agitatedly.

"Were going to my job" I dodge the question. "Oh yeah, and what's your job?" Again I Sigh out loud.

"I fight." She looks at me curiously and asks.

"what like boxing, or mma?". This time I don't answer instead I quicken my pace. It would be best to show her what I mean then explain it to her. There is no easy way to grasp exactly what I do. People come in and place bets on who they think will win in a fight the winner gets some of the losing bets. Its often not much money but if I had known that when I first started I wouldn't have started in the first place.

You see the first couple of matches they pay you a good amount of money, it gets you hooked and wanting to keep fighting. What you don't realise is that its only for a short period of time, also once your in you cant get out. The sick fucks running the ring like entertainment and they don't like that entertainment leaving them. This one guy refused to come to some fights and Doctors say he'll never walk again. There are also no real rules in a fight. You can do whatever you want to win. I've seen punches, kicks, scratches, bites and more.

Hell, this one time I saw a guy with a broken arm get up and win a fight by tripping his opponent and stomping repeatedly on the back of his head until he couldn't move.I don't like what I do, but its my only option at the moment. I look over at Annabeth again, She is warily eyeing a park entrance where a group of guys are sitting. This is a bad part of town, cops don't bother coming down here because nothing will change. The group is sitting at the entrance for now but that could all change in an instant.

"Don't acknowledge them and they wont notice us" I say to her. She looks at me and nods, while she doesn't necessarily look helpless I doubt she's ever had to deal with a group of thugs before. Maybe a school bully here and there but not much more than that.

"Hey, stop" One of them shouts. Just my luck that I had to be stuck dragging around this girl when they stop me. By myself I wouldn't be to worried. I could fight a couple of drunks and stoners, but with Annabeth with me it gets a bit riskier. She turns to look back but I put my hand on her back and propel her forward at a swift walk.

"Keep moving" I say.

"I'm talking to you" He shouts again. This time something slams into my back, Then smashes on the hard sidewalk. It's a beer bottle that he must have throw at me. It didn't particularly hurt but I turned to Annabeth, who is now visibly worried, and nod my head in the direction of the ring.

"Faster" I say Transitioning into a jog along side her. The thugs throw some insults after us but don't fallow. Another silence ensues.

Line break

Thirty minuets later and we arrive at our destination. A large warehouse near the end of the neighborhood.

"Stay right behind me" I say to her "don't talk to anyone, don't make eye contact with anyone Understand". She nods he head in confirmation and shadows me as we walk towards the entrance. Two men block the way but they know who I am and let me through.

"Whos this?" One of them says with a smile.

He reaches out towards Annabeth intending to grab her arm. In the blink of an eye my hand is locked around his wrist in and iron grip preventing him from reaching any further. I stare into his eyes with a coldness that no eighteen year old should be able to show.

"She's With me" I say in a tone that suggest no further argument. The man growls and yanks his arm away but lets us through. I tug Annabeth along behind me and wrap an arm around her waist discouraging any further action towards her. I make my way over to where the organiser stands to let him know I made it. I catch his and he makes his way over to me.

"Took ya long enough to get here, I thought I was gonna have to send someone after ya" He said cruelly. He noticed who was behind me and smiled, it wasn't a smile you give a friend, no more like a smile the devil would give to his next victim.

"Who's she?" He asked. "No one that concerns you" I say with finality

"When's my fight?" I ask changing the subject. He gives a final look at Annabeth then he turns towards the ring.

"You're on next, and you're going to like who you're fighting" He says before walking way. I turn to Annabeth.

"I have one fight then I'm done, stand off to the side away from the main group of people, no one will notice you once the fight starts understand?" She nods and I sigh. If what the organiser said is anything to go by this is going to be a long night. I make my way over to my stool and try and scope out my opponent. There is no mistaking him when I find him. He looks about my age with short blond hair and electric blue eyes.

The thing that stands out the most to me is his expression. He's as emotionless as I am which is a bad sign for me, He knows how the game works and something tells me he's good at it.

Aw fuck it, whatever. I've gone through one hell of a day I'm not gonna come out here and lose this fight to. Even if a have to go all out in it I refuse to lose.

Also, I need the money to and buy some more fucking bread.