Chapter 10 - Can Silver Come Out To Play

The day seemed to both drag on and go by too quickly. Emmett and Cinder got their two fights in for the day. Alex got one fight in and ended up with enough bruising on his ribs then took a hit to the head that we felt it better he continue the next day. He won against George but every thought I had about George's fighting style was correct. He was a flurry fighter. Alex had smirked at me when he had finished and said he found the male version of me.

Finally, it was my turn to go. There was some major debate the night before about who I would face first and everyone decided that I would go against Four first. Arrow wouldn't be there until it was time for me to fight again.

I was bouncing with energy and I saw Four mimicking me. It was close to the end of the day and the regular training group had been dismissed. Rose and Maya had been allowed to stay in the room along with all the advanced training group and our friends. It turns out that Tris, Lauren, Uri and Zeke; had all been just as worried about my fight coming up as the others.

Slade was smiling at me but I could see the worry behind his eyes as he taped up my hands. "Arrow isn't here so you don't have to worry about him seeing anything you have Silver. Just give it your all…" Slade stops and scoffs at himself, shaking his head. "As if I have to tell you that. I think you only have one setting."

Once he gets my hands taped up I can see the worry eased and real excitement in those jewel toned eyes. "Kick his ass Silver." He smirked at me then winked before he pushed me to the ring.

I had already been warming up just trying to keep myself busy. So when Four gave the nod that he was all set we both stepped up.

"All out Silver." Four gives his word but also command with a smile.

"You better. You are going to need to go all out for this one Four." I smirk at him.

He shakes his head and then Max does the honors of calling the command.

"Fight!"

The first thing Four goes for is a lunge and a punch. I let myself go into a split to go under his punch but barely wait a second before I swing my legs around and use the force of both of them together to land a solid double kick to his solar plexus. He stumbles back and loses his wind but he isn't down or even severely hurt by a long shot. I use my martial arts pop up and he is already moving towards me.

I want to be behind him so I launch myself up and over him in a somersault. As I am landing, I crouch into a leg sweep but also launch a series of kicks to his back and shoulders to make sure he carries forward with his fall forward.

I want to end this quickly because I plan on having to use my energy for the fight with Arrow. Unknown to Eric or any of the others I had sought Arrow out to get a look at him and how he moves. I could admit now that I was worried about the fight. I would need everything I had.

So as much as I would love to match Four move for move and really have it out, I can't. I am going to play it fast and dirty but still keeping it with everything I have.

As Four falls I have seconds to leap on him but once I do I hit him on a series of areas that will make him temporarily unable to move. Once I have that done I go the blows to the head to knock him out. Four is more hard headed than I thought and it takes one more than I would have liked but I see from his eyes he is commanding me to do it.

With the final blow I back off fast to let it be called and then I am on him again but this time frantically trying to make sure he is ok. Eric was crouched beside me and helping me as well as Tris.

Tris, who is trying to calm my movements and reassuring me when I just pounded the shit out of her man's head. If anything could break through to me it was that. Her reassuring tone that she had seen the stubborn ass take harder hits than that.

It had me chuckling as we worked and it didn't take Four long to come around. When he did, he groaned and shook his head. "Someone has been holding back shit in our spars, Silver. How long did that take...a minute?"

Eric couldn't keep the smugness out of his tone or the shit eating grin off of his face as he supplied the exact time. "One minute thirty six seconds….to be exact. Not that I was timing it or anything."

Eric and I exchange looks and he winks at me. I also can tell he is torn between being turned on and still worried about Arrow. I can also tell he knows exactly why I took Four down faster than I would normally have.

A pang of guilt hits me and Four scoffs at me as I work on checking his own status. "Stop Silver. I can practically see the second guessing and guilt coming off of you. I get it. You hated doing that kind of take down but you are wanting to save everything you have for Arrow. That is smart and that alone adds to your points too Silver. Everything counts here and knowing who the more worrisome opponent is and making sure you have the resources to take care of it is part of that. We look at strategy too."

I nod and sigh then make sure Eric isn't near me. We had moved Four off of the mat and to the bench. They were going to give me a breather and then call for Arrow.

"I couldn't let it show because Eric isn't handling this very well. I was able to get away and track Arrow down. I needed to appraise him or I was going into this blind." I told Four quietly.

I could feel him tense and his eyes boring into mine. "You didn't talk to him or anything did you Silver?" His tone was pleading, full of concern.

I frowned and shook my head. "No, I only watched him from a distance while he was in The Pit. He never even knew I was there. I just watched how he moved or held himself. A few times I saw him act like he was going to get in a fight so I watched his posture changes then. So I knew going in to our fight I was going to need every bit of energy I have."

Four relaxed a little when he heard that I hadn't approached Arrow. "Sorry Silver. It isn't that I don't think you can handle yourself but Arrow is another breed of man. He is the type that thinks if a woman even glances in his direction she is showing interest. Even if she didn't he takes it as such. He might not try to force himself on anyone but he doesn't take no well either."

I pause and frown at Four, something striking me. "Is that why he and Eric have history, Four? Because Arrow showed interest in someone Eric was with?"

Four shakes his head with a sigh. "No, but Eric doesn't go for that type of behavior. So when someone put in a few complaints about it, he stepped in to try and get him to back off. Arrow saw it as Eric trying to poach on his territory when it was just Eric doing his fucking job as a Leader. Since then anytime Arrow gets a hint that Eric might have interest in someone, he is right there just hoping it starts shit. That is why none of us wanted you to go against him Silver. It was hotly debated but even Tate had to agree that we needed to put you against an opponent that not only was your match but considered higher skill as well. Also we needed one that couldn't be said to be showing you favoritism. Otherwise, we would have said fuck it and had you face one of your brothers. But we are trying to make sure no one has any room to say anything about you and your ranking."

I sigh again in relief that the history wasn't because of fighting over a woman but also resignation that this was going to get ugly whether I wanted it to or not. Four motions me to go over to the mat and where Eric was waiting for me. Since he was fine, I didn't have issues with it.

I could feel his body coiled from the few feet I was until I made it all the way to him. I wanted to wrap my arms around him and I knew he did too. I think he almost did but when Arrow walked in his eyes moved to me and I moved away slightly.

He frowned and then sighed. "Who told you?" He asked lowly.

I shrugged and watched as Arrow prowled his way over to where Tate, Max, Slade and now Four were standing. Arrow was an interesting name for him but it went with his whole intimidation factor. Eric was a hulk of a man but arrow had him on size for sure.

Because I had studied all forms of combat, I had once stumbled on pre-war entertainment wrestling. I became fascinated with the sport itself but just the drama and hilarity of some of the shows that were put on or the personas that the wrestlers created for entertainment value. Arrow reminded me of one of those wrestlers and not just in looks or size but also his demeanor and bearing. I could almost imagine that Arrow was putting on this big front and adopting this persona. I mused that it looked like an ill fitting skin on him, this persona that he was carrying around. Maybe he had done it at first because he felt it was needed to survive or get into a certain position within the faction.

Either way in looks he reminded me of one wrestler that called himself The Rock. Arrow was no where near as handsome or charismatic but the build, skin tone, mannerisms and even a few of the tattoos even were very similar. He wore his hair long and while it was shaved on the sides the top portion that ran down the middle was long enough that it was braided and hung to his mid back. The clothes he wore showed every amount of muscle he had and he had plenty.

This was why I knew I needed all of my energy. He was tall and a brute. He had reach and I would need all my stamina to stay out of that reach. I would need my strikes to be critical strikes to key areas and they needed to be fast and strong.

Eric didn't like my silence and he moved closer. "Who told you Silver?"

I sighed and looked at him. "Four, but only after I told him something that got him worried and no it wasn't anything bad Eric. I told him I had went to find out more about Arrow. I never approached him and he never saw me but I watched him a few times when he was in the Pit."

Eric's lips thinned and his jaw clenched. He started rocking back and forth on his feet. I could tell he was trying to calm himself. "Okay.." He drawled out, his nostrils flared. "I am trying not to get irrational or pissed here that you completely went behind my back and did something I do believe I asked you not to do. At least you kept your distance right? He never saw you watching him? Please tell me that much at least?"

I risked it and reached out to put my hand on his arm. I could feel him flinch as if he was going to jerk back but then he locked down his muscles. Because even now and with how angry he was at me, he didn't want to hurt my feelings by pulling or jerking away from me. "I never let him see me and I never even got on The Pit floor with him. I watched from three levels up and made sure he had no line of sight on me in case he had some sense of being watched. I also didn't do it for more than just a few minutes twice. I needed to know what I was facing to come into this with a battle plan. It was why I took Four out so quickly. You know I don't normally fight quick and dirty but I needed to. Now I will have the energy I need for this fight."

He doesn't relax much but he does slightly. I can also feel the debate in him until something snaps and he just pulls me closer to him then cups my cheek. "I can handle you wanting to find out more about him. I can handle Four opening his damn mouth and saying something. What I can't handle, Silver, is you going behind my back to do this. Especially when I asked you specifically to not go anywhere near him. Don't try and give me the 'technically I wasn't anywhere near him' shit that I see brewing behind those eyes. You said earlier we are a team and we are Silver. You can't go off on your own doing shit like that and not expect me to get angry because if it were me you wouldn't hesitate to call me on it."

I breathe out and nod because he is right. I am not pissed at him but myself. "You're right Eric. I knew while I was doing it that I shouldn't be. You have every right to be angry and I can't excuse it. I can say that I still feel it was necessary. And with how you were having such a hard time with even the thought of me fighting him I knew and still know you wouldn't have let me anywhere near the same sector as him. You wanted to protect me and I get that. I love you for it too. You have to understand though that I was trying to make the best out of a really bad situation for us both. I know now why you didn't want him to even get the idea I might be looking in his direction or a that he was a thought in my mind. The truth of the matter though Eric, is he is going to use this no matter what. The only thing I can do is to make sure to knows who the fuck he is dealing with. And I don't mean just you or my brothers. Now I know all of who I am dealing with….and it makes me even that more determined to not only do well in this fight Eric. But to win and decimate his ass if I have to."

I could see him fighting to stay angry at this point but he just couldn't. The smirk started to form and he bit his bottom lip a little then shook his head. "I should still be pissed and not feeling turned on by that spirit. Not to mention that I believe every word you are saying about decimating him. I shouldn't be turned on, but fuck if I'm not baby. Just make sure you follow through with that."

I sigh a in relief he isn't angry with me anymore but I am still angry with myself. I am also feeling a cold anger come over me as what Four alluded to and said about Arrow sinks in now.

"I plan to Eric." My voice isn't dead because I have my walls up. It is because I am beyond yelling. My anger right now is of the calm variety. Not deadly yet but close.

"Warm up baby." Eric nods and breathes to get himself under control.

I do this with a nod. My hands are already taped up and Eric just has to help slide my gloves on.

It starts as soon as Arrow faces the two of us and smirks over at me. He starts by just the way he is looking at me. Licking his lips and starting from the top to the bottom. When that wasn't getting a response he started in on the comments.

At first they were just small things and I didn't let it bother me. Eric was bothered but holding it together. Tate and Slade were also standing to either side of him but I almost didn't know if they were there to hold him back or if he was there to hold them back.

When Max gave the command to fight, I instantly was moving out of his way. I needed to get a feel for his tells and I knew I was going to need to take a few hits to really get a feel for them. It was going to hurt like hell but it needed to be done. His kick to the side was the first hit I took. It hurt but I got the pattern of his breathing and the way those well defined and exposed muscles moved when he was getting ready for a move.

The thing about wearing very little clothing to cover your most used muscles was you left it there for the world to see when you were preparing to strike. I used this to my advantage and started to move in; hitting into his under arms where his armpit and the start of his ribs were. The same spot over and over again as I danced in at out of his reach.

When he started getting wise to that and when I could tell he was hurting enough in that area that he wasn't easily able to lift that arm to strike, I moved to the opposite side. This time my jabs, punches and kicks were all aimed for his sciatic nerve. I was wearing him down and he was hurting. But it was also like poking a bear with a stick and ran the risk of pissing him off enough that his rage would fill him with an adrenaline rush and cause him to be able to surge.

I could tell when that temper was surfacing because his face became cruel and evil. I could tell he was thinking of something to say to taunt me.

"You know what I think you are little bitch? A cock tease. I don't like cock teases. No I take that back...I like them just fine when I make them get on their knees and take all of my cock in their mouth. You have a pretty mouth baby. Can't wait to see it wrapped around me." Arrow snarled as I danced around him again.

I want to laugh at him if he thinks that will have any effect on me but when I land a few more kicks to his sciatic nerve he hisses.

"You what I think. I think you like it rough. I think you like fighting and it being rough so much that I am going to enjoy hurting you while I take you." Arrow was the one hissing this out but almost as soon as he started with this sentence, I saw Tyler. He had just said almost word for word what Tyler had said to me while he was violating me.

He couldn't have fucked up anymore than if he had just whipped his dick out right there and told me to get to it. I was going to kill him.

My face lost every ounce emotion as the deadly and cold anger I was capable of but so rarely felt took over me. I barely heard all my brother's present mutters of 'Oh shit' as the wicked grin that never reached my eyes spread across my face.

"If you think you can handle me big boy….come and get me." It is possible to purr something in words and it have no real emotion behind it. I did that now.

We were across the mat from each other as I had moved out of his reach after the last flurry of jabs to the hip and nerve area. I was turned to face him and his face darkened. His legs were wide and they stayed wide when he was bracing for punches to try and counteract me.

I got ready to launch myself at him at a full run. He expected me to go aerial and launch into kicks or at the very least to put all my might at a big double kick to his chest. I could see that in how he was braced.

He didn't expect to me instead throw myself down and slide in between his perfectly spaced legs bent back and looking for all the world like I was sliding into home plate for a home run. He didn't expect me to also then reach out and grab his ankles as I was sliding forward with all the power and momentum I had. He didn't expect to be jerked forward and losing his balance to fall forward like a tree being felled in the forest.

I wasn't done yet though and while my momentum, and his own center of gravity gave me what I needed to bring him down, I used the force of his weight stopping my forward motion to slow me enough so that I could cartwheel up quickly. Then I was backflipping again so that my legs went around his neck and scissored until I was so close to breaking his neck, I was applying so much pressure. I had to move fast and end him before his flailing fists made a connection.

I was faced towards the back of his head, legs still powerfully locked around a painfully twisted neck. I quickly grabbed a hold of that braid he sported and pulled his head back further. I sent blow after blow to his temple and between him having no air and my repeated blows he might have lost consciousness, but I couldn't stop. I had to end him. I was going to rip his throat out.

I released my hold with his legs but not his hair as I stood in front of him and jerked his head back, exposing his adam's apple. My hand raised in the perfect formation, like a claw, so that I could bring it back down and rip his right to exist and breathe from him.

He was only saved and I was only stopped by the familiar presence of Eric as he grabbed my hand and yanked me back.

He was dragging me from the mat as Four and Tate went to cart Arrow away. From their scowls and body posture it was easy to see they were both worried for me and angry as hell for what they had heard Arrow saying to me.

Eric wasn't any better and he barely waited for me to be called the winner before he was dragging me from the training room.

"She's fucking done for the day." He didn't wait for anyone to object or say different.

He didn't go the direction of the apartment. I wasn't objecting as he led me away because I needed to be pulled away I was still so angry. I couldn't be happy he had stopped me at this moment.

He took us to that same unused corridor and the same unused room where he locked the door; then pushed me up against the wall. It was when his body pressed into mine and his mouth claimed me that I realized we were both panting and pawing at each other in pure animal lust and anger. Not anger at each other but for the person that had threatened us.

We didn't need to exchange words and couldn't as we held each other's eyes when we broke the kiss to start pushing our bottoms down. I still didn't have my shoes on because he had dragged me out of there so fast we hadn't thought to grab them

It just made it that easier for me to have my pants and underwear off in no time. Then he was spinning me to to face the wall and bent me over until he could slam into me, a hand moving to grab my hair and pull as he began to pound into me hard and fast.

I closed my eyes as I moaned and gasped with each thrust and slap of his body to mine. As my climax built, and it was building fast, I started to push back to meet his thrusts.

He groaned and grunted his approval and it increased as I increased my inner muscle movements. I was there and needed him to be there with me too.

"Fuck Silver." He panted and his hold on my hair tightened "Now baby now." He hoarsely barked and slammed into me hard and deep one more time and as we shattered together.

He released his hold on my hair and pulled me to his chest as one arm went around my waist. His head dropping to my shoulder and the both of us still joined but now were upright and leaning against the wall. Using it to hold ourselves up and we trembled together. My arms went to cover the arm circled around my waist and my head leaned back, giving him the access he wanted to my neck to nuzzle it.

"Mine Silver." Was all Eric could mumble out against my skin, still panting and working to get himself under control.

"Yours Eric." I rasped out in between trying to drag in breaths, my eyes closed.

"I almost didn't stop you Silver. I wanted you to do it." He finally admitted to me. I felt his forehead furrowed in his own disgust at himself for just the thought of allowing me to do it.

I nodded and swallowed. "I know. I wanted to do it too. I'm glad we didn't though."

"I hate him. I hate him with everything I am and if I get the chance and he gives me the slightest reason to I will make sure to end him. But that wasn't the way he needs to be brought down. I'm glad we didn't either baby." He nodded against my neck and sighs.

With a final kiss he pulls away and we start to straighten us both up before he notices that I don't have shoes. With a smirk he shrugs and winks before picking me up and tossing me over his shoulder.

"I am sure one of your brothers will grab your shit and I am sure they will be showing up at the apartment. I just want to get you home baby." He says this even as he is already in the corridor and walking as quickly as he can towards home.

I don't even care about the looks and laughter that we get as we pass others.