As I walked though the door to the basement, I got a cold chill down my spine. I had gone into the crowd as usual,listening to Tyler recite the rules of Fight Club.
"One,don't talk about Fight Club..."
I listened to him ramble on, Taking off my shirt and shoes getting ready for me to be pitted in the middle of the floor with another one of the men around me. I heard Tyler recite the last rule.
"If this is your first night at Fight Club," I saw the smirk come to Tylers face, "You have to fight."
I was selected for the first fight of the night, and I was pitted against a new member. As I stood there sizing him up, I felt sorry for him. He looked small and insignificant, frail like an old piece of China just waiting to be snached up and destroyed by an unknowing toddler.
When the fight began, the man came charging in, his long hair flying behind him. He had thrown a punch to my face, which landed, and I couldn't tell if he was toying with me or being serious. I then threw a full force punch to the mans stomach, who fell the the ground. I jumped down onto him, hitting him repeatedly in the face. The man still fought me off of him, getting himself on top of me. After landing two punches to my face, I struggled to my feet, then kicked him in the side of the head as hard as I could. The man went flying across the floor, where I tackled him and slammed his head into the ground full-force.
When Tyler finally called me off of him, the mans eyes where not closed, but his body was as limp as a childs doll. The eyes where in a state of shock. I then got off the man, and he didn't even try to get up. Irvin when over and helped the man to his feet. But as soon as he got a good grip around the guys neck, he went white as a sheet, staring at the limp man.
I looked at him in shock. "What?" I said in a worried voice.Irvan looked up at me with the most frighted eyes I had ever seen. "This guy is dead....you killed him..." I fell backwards. I felt dizzy. Tyler came over and offered me a hand. As soon as I got to my feet, I propped against the wall in shock. Had I really killed a man? Fight Club was a place for you to go when you where stressed out or needed a good fight. Not a place for murder. I sat against the wall for the rest of the night, staring into empty space.