Jacob's POV

Jake leaned his head against the cell wall and closed his eyes. In seven hours he was going to fight someone who was easily triple his size, and a killer.

There was a soft knock and Jake tensed in a panic. What if it was Toby, as he had learned his future killers name, was coming to kill him early? When the cell door opened Jake sighed in relief, it was Will. "Hey Jay," Will walked in and sat crossed legged on his bed and smiled but Jake saw the worry in his eyes, "Listen, we and the guys have a strategy to help you win. Toby has no lower body, you can get him in the stomach and then-" Jake stopped him.

"Will, please lets be realistic. Toby will crush me before I even blink, but listen... I want to say thanks, you know for taking me in. It's hard to look tough when you have a six year old following behind you like a lost puppy. I just-"

Will shook his head quickly, "No, no, no Jay. Everyone knows that pinning you against Toby is cruel, even for this place." Jake smiled sadly, "Thank you Will, but I think I just want to rest for a while." Will nodded once, and left quickly. Jake shook his head and closed his eyes, counting the minuets to his death.

"Where is the poor soul who has to fight me?!" Jake heard as he made his way to the arena. Jake swallowed hard as his eyes locked with Toby's. Toby had cold eyes and a blonde buzz cut. Jake stepped into the arena and took the stance Will had shown him.

Someone Jake didn't know stood in the center. "Listen up! One round, loser will die, winner lives. On fight. Ready, set-" he was cut off by the sound of running footsteps and a deep growl of anger. Jake turned quickly and came face-to-face with Cole.