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"You do. They will never let me spend the rest of my life you, not after they find out how horrible you are. And you also have dark plans, that I would just get in the way of. You would get sick of me."
"True- that is true. We'll have to see." They both hesitated. "May I be freed?"
Marcy bounced out of her trance "Oh, no. You will be staying here until morning. I shall see you then."
"Where will you be?"
"I'll be sleeping in the bunk house." Her foot was out the door when she turned around "My cousins would like me to tell you, one more slip up, and you'll regret it. I don't know what they're planning to do, but I would be careful."
Tom sat in the chair a moment, realizing this is where he would be all night. The lights flicked off and he was plunged into complete darkness. He shook the bonds around his wrists violently, but it was futile. He was stuck in the cold dark room, his wand gone and basically blind. He shut his eyes and began to sleep. Not a deep sleep, but enough to get some rest. Suddenly the door swung open, and in the door way stood a medium sized girl
"Anyone in 'ere?" She called into the dark room. Tom grunted loudly. "Lumos!" her wand lit up and lit up his face.
"Can you get the restraints off of me?" He hissed with irritation.
"All right, All right, calm down I'll let you out." She flicked her wand and the leather straps that held him to the chair disappeared. He stood and flexed his fingers. Outside of the small room, people were running excitedly.
"What's happening?" Tom said sleepily. "Where are we?"
"We're underground." She said in a hum sort of voice, "And there is a fight… are you coming?"
She stepped out of the room, and into the large busy corridor. Kids from the ages of seven to at most eighteen were laughing and running wildly.
"There's a fight? W-who?" Tom asked the girl.
"I'm not quite sure." She squeaked, "It's in the arena. I think I heard someone say it was a fight between a pure-blood and half blood… going to place a bet?" as she spoke two small figures pushed through the crowd. Sean and Liam, were holding boxes and tickets.
"Place 'yer bets 'ere!- oye! Watch it, you great bloke!- Place 'em now!" they hollered into the crowd. They finally reached an extremely large opening which led them all to booths, with foods drinks and other wizarding things. At the opposite of the room was another, smaller archway. A large sign hung above the archway with golden letters written on it. As they moved closer the letters were easier to make out.
WANDS PROHIBITED
Everyone seemed to walk through the arch and he followed. A slender man with a beard held out his hand blocking Tom from going any further.
"No wands." He grumbled.
"I don't have my wand." Tom spoke steadily. The man looked him over, and then grumbled "Go."
The room was large and the ceiling had roots growing out of it. The room was lit, but the light source was out of sight. People crowded around forming a large circle. The core of the circle was deeper and a gate surrounded it, so no one could get into the arena. Tom pushed through, until he was against the gate. A large man, stepped into the circle, holding his wand to his throat.
"Hello!" he said, his wand amplifying his voice. Everyone began to cheer, and then became silent. "Family! Friends! How wonderful for all of you to gather here!" again cheering and yelling. "Now everyone knows the rules. No wands strictly physical. Once your opponent is down, you stop." He paused allowing the drunken audience to yell "Now this fight is rather interesting, an individual from rival clans! Both have been fighting since the age of thirteen!" again he paused. "Now, lets welcome these lovely ladies to the arena!"
Through a large door came a tall girl, with light brown hair. She had tanned skin and wore slicks with an oversized black shirt and leather boots that ended mid shin. The next girl stepped out, smaller, wearing a faded white shirt, thick black leggings and taller canvas boots that ended below her knee. As if about to duel they, shook each others hands, bowed, and walk to opposite directions of the large circle. The tan girl began to run full speed at the smaller girl, and the smaller one didn't move, her back to Tom, he couldn't see what she was planning on doing. When the large girl was about a foot away, the smaller one leaped to the side, the tall girl smashing into the wooden gate. Tom zeroed in on the small girl, his eyes widening with confusion. It was Marcy. Her hands were clenched into fist, her face hard with concentration. She moved to the middle of the arena, and again the other girl charged. Marcy then, bent down, and shot her leg up into the girls ribs as she passed. She was down. Marcy jumped up , a small smile of satisfaction on her face. The girl stood, and stared wildly at Marcy. She held her hand up high in the air, and everyone began to jeer her. Marcy stooped and stared at her.
"Don't play dumb Angie, you know the rules." Marcy hissed, aggressively walking towards her.
"Enlighten me, Marcy?" Angie said with a laugh, "It's allowed, so keep away."
Marcy walked away in a huff, crossing her arms. The large man walked out into the arena and began to speak to Angie. They both nodded their heads in a agreement and he threw his hands into the air. "There has been a change! You must pin your partner to win!" the audience jeered once more.
"That's not fair!" Marcy called "You can't just change the rules! Next she'll be asking for wands!" the man didn't acknowledge Marcy, instead he walked out and left the girls alone. Again they dueled. Angie, ran full speed at her, but this time Marcy ran at her in the same direction, preparing to clash. Marcy began to go to the right, holding out her arm. Marcys small arm collided with the girls chest causing her to fall backwards. Marcy pounced on top of Angie, began to punch her lower back. Angies fist flew up and smashed Marcys right side. Marcy fell over, holding her right side, as blood seeped through her shirt. Tears welled in her eyes from the excruciating pain. She quickly wiped them away and stood. Without hesitation she flew into the Angie, dragging her to the ground. She flew on top of her once more, and began to repeatedly hit her face. Angie put up a decent fight. She kicked, punched and even pulled Marcys hair. Marcy had scratched open her face with her nails, and blood seemed to be everywhere. Angie stopped fighting, and went limp allowing Marcy to pin her.
"1! 2! 3! 4! 5!" and Marcy stood, her face expressionless. She wiped her bleeding lip with the back of her hand. Shaking her head, she walked towards the large man aggressively. He slowly turned around to face her.
"Marc! You twisted bastard!" she screamed pointing a finger at him, "You knew people would bet on her because I was injured! You knew she would lose! You're sick!" her finger nails scratched across her face and neck, until people pulled her off of him "Let go of me!" she screamed. Tom watched this new side of Marcy explode from nowhere. They dragged Marcy through a large wooden gate, into the darkness. Tom walked around the circle in the direction of the gate when he walked into Sean and Liam
"You. where does that gate lead to?" Tom demanded from the small boys.
"Hmm," they both hummed together "What's it to ya?" Tom looked at them impatiently for a moment and then softened his expression
"I'll give you 3 sickles if you tell me." their faces brightened with excitement.
"Okay Tom! you go straight, and then to 'yer left should be some wooden stairs, go down, and then you should end up in a huge room. She should be there." The boys ran away from Tom, and Tom walked the opposite way. He followed their directions, and ended up in the room they talked about. He tip- toed quietly into the room, looking around for Marcy. Her back was turned to him and she seemed to be alone. He then stepped into the room loudly, clearing his throat. She whirled around, and her eyes widened.
"W-what are you doing here? How did you get here?" She said with panic rising in her voice.
"A girl came to the room I was in. She let me out, and I followed everyone here. Then I saw you fight, asked where you were and I found you." Marcys mouth opened, but Tom held his hand up and leaned against the wall. "No, your actions have spoken for you. Why didn't you tell me you could fight?"
"Because I didn't want you to know! I didn't want anyone to know." She said shaking her head.
"Just tell me how. How did all of this happen? How did they get you to do it?" Tom asked laughing.
"It's not funny Tom! It's no joke! That man you saw out there, Marc, he's been making kids fight since he was nineteen. He's fifty four, you do the math. It can be kids as young as nine, but it all ends at the age of eighteen. He thought that non- magical fights between witches and wizards would be interesting, since we only know how to defend ourselves with magic. Thought it would be even better if it was kids. He takes them, trains them, and makes them fight. He saw me fight when I was eight and he grabbed me off of the street. I didn't need that much training, but he waited until I was thirteen to put me in the arena. I've only lost once, and that was to my sister." She paused and took a breath, staring at Tom "He took me tonight because… because everyone knew I was injured, and he was well aware they would all place bets on Angie, because no one who gets splinched usually fights. Well, I won and now he's going to make me fight, because he knows I'm back! This is why I keep everything a secret, because this is just one more thing to worry about."
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