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Mike's POV

This week I need to fight both of the brothers Irish. To top it all off I have to fight Murphy first. Of the two. He's a monster. He had at least four inches on me and thirty lbs of muscle... This guy was a cage fighter and I was a martial artist. And to top it all off I'm forbidden from using my powers. I tried to think of anything else. Today is going to be rough. I sighed heavily. Screw it, I'm going to beat him one way or another. I thought before opening the heavy doors.

Felix's POV

I watched as Mike walked in the room with determination in his eyes. He scanned the room looking at the many faces who came to watch the fight, among them was his friend Embry, and members of the guard Demetri and Heidi. His gaze stopped a moment at Heidi and she smirked back at him in a victorious manner. His eyes continued along to Murphy's Siblings Andrea, and Connor. His eyes stopped at Connor and I could almost read the question in his eyes even though I was behind him. Why am I fighting the big one first? I smiled behind him. We're not always as we seem Mike, you of all people prove that. I heard a growl and I saw Mike's head follow it to Ivan. Adrian was on one side of Ivan. Calm down Ivan he's not checking out Andrea, though you could make a move. I thought to myself. Next to Ivan was Ulrich with Alexis, almost hiding behind his arm. One arm wrapped around his arm, and one wrapped around his hip. She comfortably fit underneath his arm. I'd never say it out loud because... I felt a quick wind burst then Evelyn at my side.

"I've got one hundred euro on Murphy." Demetri called out.

"Make it five hundred and you've got yourself a bet." I responded. I couldn't place it but I knew Mike was going to win.

"Deal... Oh and Murphy, if you beat Mike you will become a member of the Volturi Guard." Demetri further incentivized.

The Irish were here for their brother, Ivan, Heidi, and Demetri thought the ass kicking would be entertaining, but Myself, Ulrich and Adrian were here because we knew we'd be fighting him in the future. Mike had three things that gave him potential that most people didn't see in him.

One was his high threshold for pain. I'd seen it in reports, I'd heard about it from the stories of his prevampire stories, and I could see it in the way he carried himself, He'd been through hell and back and when it came down to it every now and then I could see a glimmer of confidence in his eye as if to say "is that all you've got?"

Two was his strong sense of competition. I'd seen him push himself because he wanted to be better than someone already. He didn't shrug off the challenge to become a Volturi and spend his time doing nothing, he was fighting his way back up to prove he is better than Alec.

Three was his will to succeed. From the reports given to me by Evelyn I can surmise he was bullied as a child and has been constantly proving himself since. It was this will to succeed that pushed him further, and refusal to give up that sparked the fire inside him that brought him here in the first place.

Demetri saw it too but tried to dismiss it. Truthfully he was afraid of it. I didn't blame him I was afraid of Mike's potential too... but where some see a problem in the future... I see an opportunity.

Mike's POV

"Yeah... let's get this started." I said nervous. I rolled my neck around. An old habit from a distant life. I put my arms up and Murphy did the same. We circled around. We both took a couple strikes at the other each one blocked. I bounced between my feet. I didn't see any obvious mistakes. He still wore a confident smile on his face. I slid in with a round kick which he left open as he took a swing at me. He went with it and before I could pull my leg back he caught it. Before I could react My leg was pulled. I tried to stay standing as best I could then felt the bottom of his shoe connect with my sternum. I went down and tried to roll but he still had a hold of my foot. I threw my other foot and hit him squarely in the stomach which I knew would have no effect. I rolled to my side to try and escape but he followed me and his leg came around with a stomp kick on my ribs. I cringed in pain. Are they cracked? I asked myself trying to roll out of his grip. I felt my leg slip out of his grip but at the same time my body slid closer to him. He was pulling me I tried to anchor my free heel in to the ground and threw my other leg up in to the air to try and knee him in the groin. His legs came together and caught it then his body fell above mine. Instinctively I covered up my head and he started throwing punishing shots to my ribs.

I screamed silently in pain as he connected with my right ribs again and again. I knew they were cracking. I lowered my arms instinctively and was greeted with a shot across the face. I felt quick movement and he was up my body. I tried to block his strikes but he was relentless. Quickly my arms were hurting too much to block anymore. I tried to keep my eyes open but after a while even that was impossible. My left eye took a straight shot. My lip was warm and nose broken and cheeks in pain. I didn't even attempt to move my jaw, I just defending my neck knowing if he put me in a head lock it was over. Eventually it stopped. Why did it stop?

Felix's POV

I watched as Murphy climbed off of Mike and came back to face me. I looked at Mike's annhilated face. And with surprise watched his right eye slowly open.

"I done it... I knocked him flat out. Ere, now make me a Volturi Guard." I shook my head. Pointing back at Mike.

"His eye is open he's there." Murphy yelled something in Celtic I didn't understand. Murphy ran back and punted Mike in to the wall, his face hit then he came down on his stomach, his blood left on the wall.

"See ere, I beat him! 'm hardly gonna kill the poor bastard, give me my robe." I heard a cough then I saw Mike push his body up. He got up but his body was still bent over in pain. He finally turned around to face us. I could literally see his bloody teeth through the gash in his upper lip, his eye was swollen shut, blood was all over his face from broken nose down. He looked like he'd been ran over by a train... twice. He walked forward trying to hide his pain but even as he brought his arms up to defend himself I could see purple marks all over them.

"'Yer out of ya bloody mind, just give up," Murphy called. Mike just slowly shook his head. Murphy looked back at me as if to get permission. I nodded.

"Sorry chap." He said and he charged forward and threw a straight punch connecting dead on with Mike's forehead. He crumpled down to the ground without resistance. Murphy turned back to me and put his arms up asking me what the heck he had to do. I heard something faint... Murphy heard it too. It was a laugh. My eyes followed it to it's source. Mike's body was shaking on the ground. I could see it was him laughing. Is he insane?

First his arms moved and he placed both on the floor on either side of him. He forced himself up to his feet slowly. He turned around and smiled seeing the horror in Murphy's eyes. His both his lips were split and his white teeth were dyed with his own blood.

"You... Can't... Beat... Me." Mike said painfully. His own blood being spit out with each word. He put his arms up in a fighting stance as if off balance again. Murphy looked at me with a ludicrous expression. I nodded pushing him on. Murphy sighed before charging in with a extremely basic but powerful front kick. Mike didn't even try to block his body went flying backwards in to the wall where half of it went through, the other half just hung out of it. He pulled on the wall and stepped back in to the room, all the while laughing to himself.

"Finish him Murphy, make him tap or put him in a headlock." I finally said. I didn't want to this to go on any longer. Murphy walked over and put a hand on Mike's shoulder. Mike's one eye opened and he looked up at Murphy and Spat out probably a cup of blood. Murphy brought his head down to clean the blood out of his eyes and that's when Mike struck he threw everything he had in to an upper cut that threw Murphy off balance. Mike pounced on him like a wild animal one arm on Murphy's neck, one fist raining down strike after strike on his face until gravity let him fall to the ground. Mike immediately rolled him over and put him in to a sleeper hold.

"Victory, Mike." I called and he immediately released and rolled on to his back not moving. I heard him breathing... He was taking his time.

Mike's POV

Does your face hurt? No why? Because it's killing me! I smiled at the old joke my uncle used to play on me every time I saw him. Worst yet I fell for it multiple times. But my face was hurting... and my ribs... and my arms... and my stomach... hell even my knuckles after beating Murphy's face in. I rolled over in Embry's bed. I was told I needed to stay still and relaxed at least for a couple days. I heard a knock on the door.

"Embry's not here." I said quietly, any louder and I ran the risk of undoing the work on my jaw and face.

"I didn't come to see Embry." The door opened and I didn't look. It wasn't a voice I recognized so it wasn't someone I needed to address formally so I didn't make an effort to move.

She walked in an air of confidence. She had a slight smirk on her face. Hmm good looking, too bad relationships aren't worth doing.

"So... it looks like you got it pretty bad." She said sitting down on the bed next to me. I wasn't cleared to move so I didn't.

"I guess." I said resisting the urge to shrug.

"I don't know you still look pretty good to me." I laughed quietly.

"What?"

"I can't see out of both of my eyes, and I look good?"

"I'd say so." She said. Before reaching out to touch me. I didn't stop her but cringed. As she did.

"What is it?" she asked me.

"I don't like being touched." I said eying her angrily. She batted her eyelashes at me.

"Not even by me?" She said with a sweet smile. I snorted painfully.

"Yeah... not even by you. I don't even know your name."
"My name is Zuri."

"That's nice." I said not even attempting to look interested.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I laughed.

"I've got more scars then you could ever possibly see."

"I heard about your stabbing." Zuri said defensively. I shook my head.

"Maybe I'm still messed up from that... but that's not what I mean."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I've learned something." I said hoping to get rid of her.

"Oh really? And what is that?" she said defiantly.

"That women just aren't worth the hassle." I said bluntly. I saw her clench her fist like she was going to hit me but just walked out of the room angrily. I closed my eye and tried to focus on anything but the sensations running through my body.

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