Chapter Three: The Narrator(First Person): Always Fighting
If Fight Club was a religion, Tyler was God.
The members' eyes followed him, ravenous, hungry for a fight. Tyler moved, weaving between them, challenging them.
I met a few of their eyes; An assistant at my building, a grocer, a banker. I knew them in the real world, but here, here, I knew nothing. Here we were what we were born as; animals. We were the sweat on the brow, the pain in our faces, the scars on our body. Here we were us, not what the world made us, but the people we wanted to be.
I shivered in excitement.
"Who dares go first?" Tyler asked, grinning in the shadows. His hands gripped two metal bars, the knuckles white.
"I'm new." shouted a stout man with a balding head. He lifted his shirt off his head, throwing it into a bundle on the floor, "I'm ready, sir."
"Now, you're opponent." Tyler looked around, casually looking at me and then turning to the rest of the group.
"Come on, I see new faces. One of you, out now."
A younger-looking man stepped forward, something oddly bouncy about his walk. He reminded me of Bob. Almost. His chest puckered in the front, as if fat was just beneath it. But the rest of his body was small, almost lithe.
He answered in a gruff voice, "Me."
The fight commenced. A few ducks, a few swings, and then a tackle. The young one had grabbed the waist of the bald one and brought him down. Young kneed Bald in the stomach, easily controlling his opponent. The blood flecked both of their faces, but it was in their eyes too. Their eyes met and Bald screamed something but it wasn't a tap-out. Young placed his knees beside Bald's neck and began punching his face. Crack. A nose broken. Blood poured beneath the head. With one last once of strength, Bald flipped Young over and smashed his head into the concrete floor. Young stilled. Bald, bug-eyed, jumped up woozily and began mopping his face and head clean.
I kneeled next to Young and checked his pulse. Faint. "He's unconscious."
Tyler stared at him and me for a long time, "Oh, fuck."
"What?" I answered, tilting my head.
Tyler joined me and pulled up Young's shirt.
"Oh, fuck."
Young was a girl.
SHOCKER! LOL. Wait to see what happens next chapter. Longer see?
Love,
Fel