The Fight, Haneefa Muhammad [rooftoppers TXT] 📗

now I believe and trust in them with my life, I have found a lifelong friend in Liz and I owe her a lot.
Something we have obviously been doing over the past few months is plotting on how to get out of here, and tomorrow is show time. Liz as well as my sister will be there to watch me fight and if I win the plan will come into play, and even if I don’t win I know Liz will still carry on without me, taking my sister with her. So I lay my head on my pillow and dream of blood stained cloths and the thunderous sound of a victory cry…


“Now don’t screw this up and your sister will be free!” “No dip Sherlock!” I think as Doc says his words of encouragement in my ear and pushes me out into the field. Yeah today is the day, my legs feel weak my arms are still sore and I feel like I wanna vomit. BUT! But, I can’t wait to show all these people what I’m made of, my true violent nature has come out of me and the blood pumping through my veins are telling me to kill. I am standing on a plain grass field that is surrounded in a circular shape by stands covered with thousands of people. For this to be a secret there is a ton of people here. Luckily I don’t see any children; the only child I see is my sister, still in her purple and pink pjs sitting beside Doc and Tracey to my right at the very bottom of the stands, with Liz to her right. I’m not allowed to talk to either before the fight so they just mouth me a good luck and I give them a heartfelt smile.
I feel like one of those gladiators and the people are treating me like one, as the presenter says my name there is a mix of boos and cheers, but mostly the crowd is going nuts and cheering for me. I make my way to the center of the field and wait for my opponent to come out of hiding. The cool breeze of the wind raises goose bumps on my bronze skin. My legs are adorned with a bronze plate leg, and I have a sleeveless shirt with a bronze chest plate. Black fingerless gloves clench tightly to my palm and my black hair with the red stripe proudly shining in the light is pulled into a ponytail. I know my armor might not be all cool looking but they did some weird mojo with it so that when I change into my animal form, my cloths shift with me, kinda like the costumes off of the movie Incredibles or Fantastic Four! To keep my adrenaline up I bounce from foot to foot waiting for the man’s name to be called.
“And for the one we have all been waiting for, he’s the most deadly of them all! He’ll rip out your heart; he’ll kill you in a heartbeat! He has no mercy he’s a cold, mean, killing machine!,” I roll my eyes and put my hands on my hips as the crowds cheers become louder by each “horrifying” detail of what this guy likes to do. “He’s Lukus!!” And the crowd goes wild! Literally, girls acting crazy and asking if he can marry them guys balling their eyes out wishing they could be him, how come they didn’t react like that with me! So this guy who is shirtless, all muscles struts out on to the field wearing a stupid cocky grin waving at various females in the audience and raising a strong fist to all the males shouting his name.
Honestly I’m not fazed at all by this guy; in the real world we call people like him a douchebag. He has blonde hair down to his waist with a blue stripe in the middle and slightly pale skin, with brown eyes and thin lips to top off his features. I really don’t see what’s so big about his looks except the muscles which I have to say are pretty impressive. He stares down at me and chuckles when he gets close enough. He underestimates me which is good, now the goal is to keep him doing that until I get the right chance to kill him. I don’t listen as the announcer starts to name off the rules, I already know them they are pretty simple. You fight to the death, there are no breaks and no one from the crowd including your doctor or sponsor, which would be Doc, can interrupt. Last but not least no hurting anyone in the crowd. The announcer tells us to take a full step back and get ready to fight.
Another thing that I’m grateful for is that he doesn’t know my special powers, but I know his. He has super speed beyond belief; yeah this will be a quick match. As I take the last step back the announcer shouts “START!”, and the games begin!
As soon as the game began it almost ended, Lukus ran towards me and tripped me, he didn’t attack though that would be too quick of a match. So therefore he’s letting me lay there, looking like an idiot, till I come back to present time, sluggishly I stand up and get into a defensive position I learned in training. Feet apart head up high fists to my sides and my eyes focused on him, doesn’t seem so protecting does it? He smiles and run towards me this time with my eyes focused on him I can barely see a flash coming towards me and with neck breaking speed I moved out the way. He turned back to me looking genuinely surprised, he didn’t know I could move that fast. Yeah how do you like me now! I say to myself as I smile.
Then as soon as I’m getting ready for the next attack I feel a pain in the back of my head, I spin around, to get punched in the nose, I fly twenty feet away hitting the ground hard. The worst part is sliding across the ground, my skin stinging from the rocks and pebbles that scrape my skin as I slide across them. Lukus is on top of me in no second choking me, blood from my nose pooling around his clenched hands. I close my eyes as I feel the urge to breath and the pain get worse in my neck, I think of a small tiny fly and then poof everything seems so much bigger.
All I see is Lukus’ face looking at the fly that replaced me, or in better terms me that turned into a fly. I smile and fly behind him and materialize back into my human self, clothes intact and still with a bleeding nose. He quickly turns around to get kicked in the face and his head hits the ground with a satisfying thump, Lukus shakes his head and stands back up getting ready to get pay back when I punch him in his stomach with all my might sending him up in the air. As he lands back down onto the ground he holds his stomach with his head pressed to the ground. I grin; I guess he isn’t used to a fair fight seeing he always gets by easy.
I hear loud cheers which I can only identify to belonging to my sister and of course Liz, both on their feet cheering; I smile and give them a thumb up. Right when I did that Liz’s face went pale and all of a sudden a heavy weight is slammed into me and I’m flying backwards until I hit the wall surrounding the stands. He lets go of me and I slump down to the ground coughing up blood and wiping blood from my nose, everything in the back of me hurts like hell!
“Yeah how do you like this?!” Lukus snarls and punches me on the left side of my face; I slide fully on to the ground and close my eyes. The only thing I can feel is a terrible head splitting headache on the left side. “I don’t think I can do this I’m just gonna let him kill me.” I think as I feel him kick me hard in my stomach, causing me to spit up even more blood. I just give up and feel the cool wind flow through my hair, and glide over my feeble body. The wind causing small pebbles and dirt to stick to the various cuts on my body, I feel like my body is literally on fire, but I don’t care because this will all be over soon.
“SISSY PLEASE GET UP!” I hear in the distance knowing that voice could only belong to one person, Saliyah. And that’s when I remember the promise I made to her in my mind the night we were captured- “I live for her, if she dies then that’s when I can go.” Plus I can’t let her see me get killed like the rest of my family, so with all the strength I can muster up I try to lift myself into a sitting position. Lukus unintentionally helps me by grabbing me by my neck and sliding me up the wall till I’m in an upright position. I suck in a deep breath as my aching back scrapes against the wall. As he squeezes my neck harder I think of an excellent plan! I close my eyes and imagine a porcupines spikes, I hear him yelp as the spikes coming from my neck dig deep into his flesh, effectively resulting in him releasing me. As I try to balance myself so I can stand up without all most falling over I see him about to charge me again and then all of a sudden he stops and looks at me weird. I smile and laugh at him and crook my head to the side, surprisingly despite the pain I’m feeling pretty good now.
“What’s wrong pretty boy, feeling kinda… weird... confused…. out of it….. Perhaps a bit sleepy? I say in an innocent voice slowly moving towards his off balance, confused, and dazed figure, I see the poison is working well.
“See you made a mistake and you wanna know what is,” I ask and grab him by his neck and push him up on the wall as he just did to me earlier, I get close and whisper in his ear. “You touched me.” And