Welcome To The Dark Side
Rated R for general bad attitudes, violence, language, and adult themes.
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Short chapter.
The noise from the excitement of watching people beat the shit out of each other is deafening. I walked along the circle inquiring on the fighters and the bets. I noticed Riddick sat in the corner with his hands behind his head. He was definitely issuing a silent challenge to ever man and women in the pit. He was a cocky son of a bitch. I smiled.
"What you smiling at, like what you see?"
I adjusted my eyes to the grubby, stocky man in front if me. Definitely needed a bath.
"Hey bitch I'm talking to you!" He yelled as I walked away wondering why god even gave men a brain at all. Seemed like they never used it.
"So you like them dirty huh?" Sounded like gravel being run over.
I turned around and came nose to chest with Riddick. Damn he was a lot taller than me.
I ran my eyes over his face probably longer than I should have. I loved his eyes.
"Like what you see?" He smirked as he said it and I had a thought somewhere in the back of my mind about cruel irony.
"No." I stated plainly watching him throw his head back and laugh.
He cocked his head to the side again. It made me feel like he was inspecting me. And I hated myself for hoping I would pass his test. Wondering why I even cared.
"You fighting?"
I looked around and decided that I at least should get one good blow in. Nothing like a good ass kicking to release stress.
"Yeah" I answered rolling my shoulders and popping my neck.
"Good I'll be in the circle in five minutes. Come with your bells on." With that he laughed again and I wondered at what age were you considered to young to die.