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"We're gonna win."

We were in the back seat of the car on the way to Murderbrawl. Angel had his arm slung over my shoulders, making Killbane glare back at us occasionally.

"That's not guaranteed. I have to fight Doc."

"You'll take him on and you'll win. If you think otherwise, it won't happen."

"You really believe that?"

"Didn't a guy saw if I think I'll kick ass, I will kick ass?"

That made me giggle, "Descartes, but it was more formal."

"Oh well," he gave me a peck on the cheek.

Mike joined Killbane in glaring. "Get a room or cut it out. If anyone besides us sees that shit, we're all done for," Mike stated.

I scooted away from Angel, the gun I had concealed in my boot moved as I did. He looked away from me and retreated to his side. I let myself get lost in thought. I needed to stop Savage from killing Angel, but I didn't know how. The only hope would be that my match would end before Angel's so I could kill Doc and whoever he was working with, but I needed someone who would help me, who wouldn't tell.

Our car stopped outside the entrance. We all got out and headed inside to the rings. Sway stood by the entrance to his and mine. Killbane headed off to his without a word, but Angel gave me a wave before he left for his.

"Hey!" He called when he saw me, "Medics and Luchadores are fighting each other tonight!"

"Good, but Sway I need your help," I said firmly.

"What kind of help?" He chuckled, "As long as it's not helping you win."

"Doc Savage is going to kill Angel."

HIs happy expression ceased instantly and went to suspicion. "How do you know and how?"

"He fucking told me and he's going to kill him after the match. We need to finish ours first so we can stop him."

He put his hand behind his head, "Well, my manager wanted us to drag it out. For dramatic effect,you know?"

"Honestly I don't give a damn. Is there any possible way you could help? Remember on the first day when you promised you would help me out?"

He hesitated for a moment, but sighed, "Fine. I can make it quick, but don't think it'll be easy."

A huge burden had been lifted off my shoulder, "Thank you so much."

"It's nothing. Angel's like a brother to me."

The audience roared my opponent's name.

"Gotta go on," he said to me before making his triumphant march to the scaffolds.

I waited for my cue like a prisoner for trial. The fans were getting louder and louder, crying for blood, for destruction, for death. I jogged out to them, playing up the drama as much as I could.

A ladder stood in the center of the ring, reaching to just below the rafters where Sway already hung. He hung from one foot, talking trash and swinging his arms around, pumping himself up.

I grinned and bounded into the ring and onto the ladder. He swung down and grabbed the top of the ladder, swinging it so I was hanging off. The audience's cheers rang out, none in my support. I scrambled to the top and jumped to the rafter before Sway let the ladder fall to the ground.

"Let's make your defeat quick!" He roared.

"You seem so sure," I smirked.

He charged forward, making me jump over him. He rounded around again, which I dodged by jumping to another beam. He leaped onto the opposite rafter toward the center of the ceiling. I followed him up like the prey I was, hanging below him. I flipped onto the bar and stood to face him, but he was gone. He grabbed me from behind and held me over his head, displaying my imminent defeat. The ground was dizzyingly far away; he would throw me and I would die.

I screamed and threw my whole weight so I was falling behind him. We both pitched over the side and were forced to grapple for a handhold. Soon we stood facing each other on opposite. Rope suddenly came down from the ceiling, spanning out like spider webs. Me and Sway glared at each other for a moment before leaping toward the closest one to us. I skittered up one end and climbed up, closely followed. Sway climbed up behind me. An idea came to me. I hooked my ankle on the rope and twisted, wrapping the rope around his torso and one of his arms. My leg reached out, hooked another of the ropes, and wrapped it around his legs. He was trapped, wrapped in a cocoon of sweaty ropes.

I panted and smiled with glee, "It is finished."

He sighed, then tapped his hand on the ropes. Tap out. I had won.

One of the ropes released, hanging all the way to the ground. I descended into the cheers and jeers of the crowd. As soon as the division champion's belt was in my hands, I sprinted toward the exit. As Sway promised, our match ended the earliest. I screeched to a halt outside the entrance. Savage should be around here.

A loud crack echoed through the now silent audience, followed by a scream. I looked inside. Savage and his men were in the other entrance watching Angel being carried away on a stretcher away from them. He was laying motionless and covered in blood, with his knee facing one way and his foot the other. My stomach lurched as he came closer.

He gave a sudden start and tried to get up, "I can still fight!"

"Angel, no!" I pushed him back down. If his knee went any more out of place, it'd be a miracle if he would walk again.

"Let me fight! You can heal me!"

"You can't, I won't let you!" I looked back into the arena. Phillipe Loren was in the ring announcing to the crowd, but my focus drew toward Savage walking closer, a gun hidden under his shirt. He saw me looking and smiled coldly and with malice. I looked down at Angel. He looked up at me and smiled.

"I'm sorry," I whispered and grasped his leg.

"What?" was all he could get out before I twisted, causing a sickening pop. His back arched off the stretcher as he screamed.

"What the fuck?"

I turned to the familiar voice. Philippe's girl with the white sunglasses, Kiki, stared at me in horror. "Holy shit..."

"Kiki, I can explain," I looked around for Savage, but he was gone.

"Savage is outside. I saw some guys doing shit to his car," Kiki growled.

Oh god... I sprinted through the crowd and got outside just in time for Mike's car to explode in a supernova. The man went flying into the stadium wall and dropped pitifully to the dirt.

"Mike!" I yelled and kneeled to his body. HIs skin was red and black now, but he did not scream. Small flames still licked at his clothes. Likely third degree burns, his nerves were destroyed beyond repair. He coughed through his shattered ribs, splattering blood all over my face.

"Serena…" he rasped.

"Mike, I'm sorry," I sobbed.

"You don't need to be sorry. Are the boys okay?"

Tears leaked out of my eyes, "Yeah, they're okay."

He smiled a tiny bit before closing his eyes.

"No," I gasped out. A crowd had gathered outside, who had already seen what I did to Angel. I couldn't stay here anymore. I jumped into the first car I saw, took the keys, and gunned out of the parking lot before someone could stop me. I needed to get home, to hide from this and start over. God help me.

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