:.:Deadly Uppercuts and Lethal Jabs:.:

A/N: HOLY CRAP IT'S BEEN LIKE SEVEN MONTHES!

THIS IS THE LINEBREAK! SAY HI TO IT! IT WANTS TO DANCE! DANCE MINIONS! DANCE!

mAx PoV

I cracked open my eyes to see whom? Jeb. It isn't exactly a wake up call that you want. Just a warning. I did the first thing that came to mind. What was it? To jack-knife to my feet and beat up the bad guys? No. To groan and fall back asleep? Nope. To stick my tongue out at the whacko scientist? I'm sorry to admit it... But yeah. It was the only thing I could think of, so don't judge me.

He pulled his head out of my current line of sight, forcing me to sit up and look at him. Only problem? The body restraints. Damn Jeb and his tying up the mutant idea. I turned my head to yell a few choice words at him when I saw the table. Needles, incision knifes, rolls of gauze... Oh God. What were they going to do? My eyes widened in fear while Jeb smiled mockingly. I gulped down the annoying sense of some-what terror and fixed my facial expression to reveal nothing, which is something I've gotten very good at over the years.

"Hello Maximum." Jerk.

"It's Max." Dipstick; Jeb sighed.

"I honestly wish that we didn't have to do this, Maximum. But you left us no choice," Idiot, I could see the anticipation in his eyes, and did he totally just ignore me when I corrected him about my name? I wonder which movie he just quoted... Huh.

"Yeah... Sure. I'll bet you'd enjoy seeing my death you-" I was cut off by the door flying open.

"Jeb, I am sorry to interupt, but you know we can't harm her. Especially before such a feat," and look who joined our little party! Dr. Gumball himself. He leaned over to whisper something in Jeb's ear. Bits and pieces reached my ears and I decided to listen in with my hawkish hearing.

"If she truely does this, and wins, then think of all the people who will show up to gamble. If we put our bets on her and make her win, think of all the money we would get for future experiments!" He said, eyes lighting up with excitement. Jeb nodded and picked up a syringe. I felt my eyes widen to the size of potatoes. He stabbed it into a vein in my arm and the world faded to black. I hate it when this happens.

THIS IS THE FREAKING LINEBREAK, IT'S HERE BECAUSE I'M TOO LAZY TO CLICK A BUTTON.

I woke up back in a cage, which didn't help my mood. Or the pounding headache. Shouts and shrieks like banshees rang out in the metal death box, dammit, It was starting again. I slid out of my previous fetal position into sitting upright, my wings were screaming from being cramped up in the cage.

I peeked out of the metal bars, observing the scenario. It was the same as always, drunken people with full wallets, jeering crowd members, fans of mine (of which I scoff at, just pedophiles trying to look at my ass.) And even a few rich people with nothing to do. Crackling came over the speakers as they set up adrenaline pumping music. Some rap song came blaring through and my cage opened, I bolted out.

Looking down, I saw that I had different clothes. Lighter weight for fighting, and they had my two signature colours, red and black. Black basketball shorts that are kind of crusty, but they'd work. And a red v-neck t-shirt, that was way too loose for my liking, someone could grab onto it and drag me down.

I clenched and un-clenched my fists, I just wanna get this over with. A grinding noise with a metallic edge to it screeched through the dust ridden pit in the ground, and a voice spoke through the speakers. Even with my enhanced hearing, I couldn't hear it. At this point, I'd blocked out any and all things from the world around me. The need to just hit something ruled me and anchored me to the ground.

Let the games begin.

!

I'm almost finished. Forty-seven down. Forty-seven killed. I tried not to let the guilt get to me, but it was creeping up inside me, like when you want to throw up but can't because there's absolutely nothing left inside you. Yeah, now that I think about it, that sounds pretty... depressing; I can't think of any other way to describe it, though.

Smack! My opponent hit the ground hard. I felt the muscles in my legs tense, and I sprung forward and straddled the dog... thing. I wrapped my dirt-stained hands around its neck and twisted violently to the right, a sickening snap reverberated through the air and I stood up and kicked it, just for good measure.

52 to go.

Sorry its so short, I'll try to put up another one tonight but it might not happen!