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After I finished off Seth, Tristan Ratcliffe, Keith Gothel, Ella Gaston, Ansi Mordu, Islui Shanyu, and Mycha Clayton, I thought that I was done. Father doesn't usually let me do more than 8 fights a night. I guess he wants me to be healed enough in 2 weeks. Or rather his Arena Champion. But today he did one more. After I bowed when the healers took Mycha away, I turned to the gate and started to walk off.

"Whoa whoa whoa BW! Where do you think you're going?" I heard my father ask on the mic. I turned around and shrugged.

"I thought everyone else has given up trying to beat me tonight," I called back. The crowd chuckled at my sassiness to my father. He shook his head and finger at me.

"Naughty naughty naughty! No. You've become a bit too accustomed to my small number of fights. But we'll up it to 10 this time!" The crowd roared with excitement. I groaned in my head. He always saves the best for last. So who's it gonna be? I thought. I shrugged at my father.

"Well, I've already gotten 9 tonight, who else is wanting the honor?" I call back. I saw Father's eyes narrow in mischief and a slight smile light up his face. I tensed up knowing that something really bad is gonna happen.

"Why none other than your sweetheart, Arien Vizier!" he called as the gates opened to reveal, yes, Are. I stood there in shock as I saw him walk up to me.

"Are?! What on earth do you think you are doing?!" I whispered fiercely to him.

"Well, it was either me fighting you or your father...later," he replied, just as softly. I stiffened. It's never good when Father says fight...later. That usually means his own torture. I shrug it off though.

"I told you to not get involved!" I whisper-shouted at him.

"Only rash or stupid things, Avy. Only rash or stupid and this is neither," he shook his head at me. I shook my own back.

"Are, you don't understand. The last one's different. You-" I get interrupted before I could finish.

"Okay lovebirds. Time to stop chatting and start fighting!" I heard Father call out. I glared at him before realizing my mistake. You never glare at Dr. Facilier. Father glared back but with a smile. He turned back to the crowd and spoke again.

"As you know, there are some nights where I give the challenger an advantage. Well, tonight'll be one of them." The crowd cheered while I groaned inwardly. They love these. Father winks at me.

"Tonight, I give the son of Jafar 5 minutes of beating the champion without her fighting back." Are turned to me with his eyes filled with horror. I shook my head and said,

"He's not done." He turned back slowly to hear the worst part.

"With the weapon the crowd chooses!" The crowd roared even louder than before. It practically shook the building! Are turned back to me already starting to shake his head. Before he ran out, I grabbed his arm.

"Are, you have to. If you don't, Father'll do it, longer and harder and then he'll choose someone else to fight me or who knows? It may be more than one person. Celia did it once and she's never forgotten afterward how Father made both of us pay for it. You have to Are. My life may depend on it. Besides, if you leave now, you'll be seen as a weakling and trust me, you do not want that." My throat hurt a bit after talking too much after it got hurt as well as few ties. Are nodded, but I knew he was only doing it because I asked him to. I nodded back then turned to the crowd.

"You think that he'll beat me? That so-called advantage isn't much of one!" I called to them. I saw Father's eyes flash in anger.

"Let us see then, Braided Warrior," he smirked. I nodded and walked to the center of the Arena where two hanging chains with cuffs that were long enough so I could touch the floor with my toes, were being lowered from the ceiling. There was an assistant of my Father to help me put them on. My arms were at the same height as my head. As soon as I was ready, the assistant nodded and walked a few yards away. The table was already next to me so Are could pick up the one the crowd chooses. There was a dagger, a rope, a hot iron poker, a shocker, and a mallet.

Are slowly walked over and stood behind the table. He pointed to the dagger and there was a chorus of "no!"s from the crowd. He pointed to the rope, the same thing. Same thing with the hot iron poker and the mallet. He pointed to the shocker and the crowd roared with approval. He picked it up by the handle gingerly. He rolled the table to the assistant who met him halfway to the gate. When Are walked back, the crowd was already getting restless. Right before the timer started, he met my eyes. I saw guilt, shame, anger, pain, and one more I didn't understand. He held my eyes for a second before slamming the shocker on my stomach. I lurched and felt my feet come up, barely. He took it off, I took a breath then felt it on my shoulder. I thought my arm was about to be shot off with the electricity running through that thing He took it off again and placed it on my other shoulder. I had to bite off a yelp because that's where Ansi's claws scraped me. He then placed it on my tailbone and I couldn't stop the yelp that came out. That felt very painful. Like a dozen eels just bit right above my butt. The crowd got a kick outta that.

Four minutes are gone, Avy. I told myself. Just make one more! Then Are placed the shocker right below the space between my shoulder blades. That's when I let out the tiniest scream. It was quiet, very quiet, but I knew Are heard it. He had to press it just a bit harder and that's when I arched my back and my body tried to get away from the demon stick. Before I was barely shaking but now my body refused to stay still. It didn't want to be hit by that devil of a stick again. Then the shocker was gone and my arms relaxed and didn't pull on the chains. I let out a small sigh of relief, happy that it was over.

"Alright folks, let us see how our champion fares now!" my father cackled. The crowd cheered and roared with excitement. Nope. Not over. As an assistant came over to unlock the chains on my wrists and to collect the shocker weapon, Father spoke about the last advantaged challenger.

"So, Alyai - daughter of the Queen of Hearts - had the advantage of blinding the BW for 10 minutes. While in the beginning, Alyai was doing okay, meaning that she got a few strikes here and there, the BW was able to knock her down and pin her. As you know, if the challenger wasn't knocked unconscious, and when the challenger gets pinned and stays pinned for longer than 25 seconds, the challenger loses. The BW managed to hold Alyai down even when being punched, kicked, and bitten for 30 seconds! Isn't that impressive?" The audience claps at the end of Father's little storytime looking bored. Father seemed to notice this as well so he turned to look at me, his eyes saying, You better make this good or else...

I gave him the slightest nod. Since the assistant unlocked me from the chains and got the shocker during Father's story, I was ready.

I turned to Are in a fighting stance and he did the same. My Father began the match and we began to circle. Instead of letting him move first like I let Celia in the first match, I attacked first. Starting with a front handspring then a twist in the air with a hard punch right at his shoulder. Are stumbled back from the force looking a bit shocked.

"What?" I asked. He shook his head still gaping with his mouth opening and closing. I rolled my eyes then jumped on top of him.

"You have to work harder Are!" I whispered irritated. "They won't believe that I can beat you unless they see it! Make it a show!" Are nodded, just barely, before throwing me off. We both stood up and began to circle again. The crowd was silent, waiting for the first hit that will change our relationship. I could see the struggle going on inside Are. His job was to protect us, not hurt us. Though I will never admit to saying or thinking that. Anyway, he hesitated a second before running. More like flying at me. I barely managed to step aside when he landed right where I was previously. He threw a fist at me and I barely managed to grab it before he pulled it back, taking me with it, then twisting his body and sweeping me off my feet and land onto the ground. Before he could land on me, I rolled away, the jumped sitting on his chest while he was standing, then using my legs, pulled him over me. I landed on my hands which were next to my head upside down then pushing myself back on my feet. I was barely up for 3 seconds before he came flying back at me. I turned, went into a crouch with one leg sticking out, and used my leg to swing around and catch him by the back of his makes causing him to fall right onto his backside. When he turned over, I sat onto his lower back, grabbed his ankles, then pulled them over me. He gasped and then grabbed my legs to throw me off. He stood back up and was about to jump onto me before I threw my legs into the air bent them, then pushed him back on his chest. He landed quite a few paces away. I walked over to him, flipped him over onto his chest then stepped on his wrist then grabbed his ankle on the same side. Then I stepped onto his other ankle and grabbed his wrist on that side. I twisted and pulled the limbs in my hands just slightly, before saying, "Surrender?"

"No," he gasped. He ripped his foot from underneath mine, kicked my butt causing me to nearly fall on my face before using my hands to take the pressure. Which resulted in a painful twist. I swung back to face him before going into multiple back springs ending with a flip that hit him right on his chest causing him to "oomph" backward. I grabbed a wrist and an ankle (on the same side) then pulled them to flip him. I grabbed his other ankle before harshly pulling them towards each other. Before he could stop himself, he yelled out in pain. I'll never forget that sound for the rest of my life. He grabbed my ankle then pulled me down and rolled on top of me, but before he could get in any hits, I rolled again. Then he did. Then I did. This happened until we reached an equal of 5 rolls each and I was above. I stood up and before he could react, I kicked him right on his temple, which he responded to by blacking out. So everyone thinks. He faked it, I know he did but no one else did. I stood up and punched my fist in the air. Stunned silence. Then the loudest cheer I've ever heard. I was glad to be approved of but not how I was. I grabbed my friend under his arms and pulled/dragged him out of the arena. I did not go back in. I was done, no matter what my father said. But he didn't seem to care. I dragged Are back to the girls' dressing room then went behind a curtain and changed. When I came back out in my clothes that I arrived in, Are was sitting on the floor with his face a bit more clean from the washing in the sink. He smiled when I came back out.

"Quite impressive," he complimented. I sighed and shrugged going to the sink to wash my face.

"10 fights? Winning each? Ain't that crazy?" he spoke, prodding me a bit more. I shrugged again and splashed water on my face. He sighed.

"How long are you gonna be mad at me?" That's when I lost it. Just a bit.

I whirled back to face him, anger definite on my face.

"You promised me you wouldn't do anything! How could you break your word?" He glowered at me.

"It was either me or him. And I know which one's worst." I growled.

"You could've been killed Are!" He blinked then stated, "No." I groaned. This is why I don't let them come!

"Yes! Are, I lose myself when I'm in there. I'm not...myself. I try not to go too far, but I end up doing so. I can't help it. Did you see all the other people fighting me? They all had sometimes to fight me for. Revenge, glory, or pure anger. I only have 1 thing. My title. I fought for it long and hard. I killed people along the way. It was NEVER on purpose but as I said, I'm gone in there. I become an animal. I become..." I sighed. "my parents. Maybe something worse. I'm able to bear my father's torture fine. No matter how bad it was or is. But losing you? Killing you? I would never come back from that. I'd become even more broken than I am. There's a reason why I don't let y'all come here, Are. It's because I'm ashamed. I'm ashamed of who I become inside that fence. I'm ashamed this is part of my life. There's a difference between fighting for survival and fighting for glory and/or power. I didn't tell you to promise me to not do anything just for me. It was for you too. If you didn't fight hard enough..." I sighed and looked at him with multiple emotions raging free in my eyes. Sorrow, pain, guilt, worry (lots that), and maybe...something else. I don't know exactly.

"Arien you can't ever do that again, okay?" I asked. He gulped, hesitant.

"Arien, please. Please don't make me have to fight you again. We both won't survive the same way. You might win, but you won't want to. Trust me." He sighed. I whispered,

"Please promise me, Arey-Darey..." His eyes jerked up to meet mine when he heard the nickname I gave him and haven't used in years. He smiled, just a little then nodded. I released an exhale that I was holding onto which seemed from since the beginning of this night. I smiled back, just slightly. I jerked my head to the door and he nodded. We let and he never came back to break his promise.