Chapter 35: Chapter 35

Veward P.O.V

Darkness enveloped the sky as we entered the uncrowded area. There were limited people and the people who were there, seen to be like thugs. For a moment, just for at least 5 minutes, I wanted to become a thug so that I could beat the shit out of that so cool Darren! It's childish I know. But... I think I could still beat him. I had to show him how to stay within limits with 'My Kingdom'.

"So, how do you know about the fight? I mean that we will find something about him, why are you so sure?" My lovely kingdom broke the chain of my thoughts.

"Do you remember that tattoo?" I asked, looking at her. She nodded.

-A few Days Ago-

We searched the whole city for the best tattoo maker but no one recognized the tattoo. We were too tired and hungry. We decided to buy something to eat at a local restaurant.

We ordered our food on the counter and sat at the chairs and placed that tattoo sketch on the table. Soon the waiter came and started to serve the food. I said to Bre full exhausted, "For God's sake! If someone actually gives us a little hint. I would give him money as much as he wants."

Bre chuckled. "Bro thinks like that want hard work. You cannot buy hard work with money. That's not a piece of paper."

"Can I look at it?" The waiter asked. Bre and I exchanged a look. Bre showed him the tattoo sketch. He looked at the sketch and his facial expressions were unexplainable. Sweat drops appeared on his forehead, he handed back the sketch and left, leaving us dumbfounded and suspicious.

"What was that?" I said, looking at his retreating figure. Bre shrugged.

We finished our food and went to the counter to pay for the bill. We didn't saw that waiter again which made me curious. After paying the bill we left that place.

We came towards the car and sat inside. When we were just about to start the engine. That waiter came out of the blue and knocked on the window. I slid the mirror down.

"What you exactly want to know?" He asked. I raised my brows.

"Do you know about that tattoo?" Bre questioned. He smirked and nodded.

I looked at Bre and he nodded. We hopped out of the car. That waiter asked, "Whom, maker or customer?"

Bre replied, "Why we trust you?"

"You have already tried your best to find the tattoo maker but didn't find anything, right?" He reasoned, his tone and body language were totally changed, so confident and fearless.

"Because this tattoo isn't designed by a professional tattoo maker." He told us. I knew it. That tattoo was creepy.

"Then?" I asked.

"If I told you. What would I get?" He asked. Smartass! I smirked totally surprised by his tone.

"What do you want?" I smirked back.

He showed us a creepy smile, giving a sign of money by his hand, "Money. Ten thousand dollars." He demanded.

Jerk!

"Ten thousand for just telling us the incomplete details. Are you nuts or what?" Bre snapped angrily.

"Five for me and... Five for you." He said.

"What for?" I asked as he was just beating around the bush.

"In the middle of the city, every night there is a fight arranged. He is the king of street fights - free fighting style. It's really difficult to meet him but... If you challenge him to fight, he will surely appear." He stopped, looking at Bre then added, "You are the famous boxing champion, right?"

"He is the tattoo maker. Once you get him you'll know about the customer." He said with a wink.

Bre and I laughed, "Smartass jerk!"

*Flashback end*

"So, you mean if you fight with him and defeat him then he will tell you about that tattoo guy. Is there any assurance that he will? What if he refused to tell?" Marie questioned.

"Don't worry, we won't give him any chance to refuse," Bre said and winked. Soon the car stopped and Bre said, "We are here."

In front of us, there was a not so huge building with a banner that was written 'Destination Fight' above the gate. We hopped out of the car. It looked like a club by the outside and entrance area. Two bouncers were standing at the entrance and letting people in after checking their entry cards.

"Stay near me," I said to Marie, pulling her closer to me. That place looked dangerous. Her safety was the foremost thing. I told Bre not to tell her but he never listened to me.

"Why?" She asked, passing me a confused look.

"It's dangerous here, you crazy girl." I threatened her with my intense gaze. But she chuckled and mumbled a little dangerous. As if, dangerous was a joke for her.

Bre covered his face with a mask and put on his hoodie only revealing his brown eyes. We couldn't show his face here because he was a celebrity boxer and participating in a street fight might create a scandal.

We confidently trudged towards the entrance. The two bouncers stared at us like they would eat us alive but when we showed them our pass. They nodded and let us in.

Behind the door, there were some rooms, and stairs leading down. A girl was standing near the stairs, wearing shorts and a tank top looking outstanding. We told her that we are here for a fight. She smiled and led the way downstairs.

Downstairs there was a huge boxing ring and dim lights were lightening up the whole area. People including boys and girls were standing around the ring. Pure silence greeted us as we entered. Every eye focused on us.

"Why they are staring at us?" Marie asked a little scared.

"Because we are here to challenge their king," Bre explained.

Bre jumped over the ring. A girl with the mic in her hand stepped up too. She was the tank-top girl who led us here.

She announced in the mic, "Hello Everyone!!! Welcome once again to the Destination fight. We have a new competitor today. Who... claimed that he can beat our king." She said with a mocking tone and a smirk. Everyone laughed, mocking us. I just rolled my eyes.

Suddenly, the air filled with enthusiasm, whistling, and loud cheering. Because from the other side of the big hall a person was coming. He had worn boxers, a sleeveless hoodie covering his forehead showing his muscular tattooed biceps, and a mask covering his mouth only revealing his eyes.

Because of dim lights I couldn't able to understand the color of his eyes. He must be Jake, the tattoo maker, the freestyle fighting king.

That girl screamed in the mic enthusiastically, "Welcome with a great round of applause, our fighting king Jake." He hopped up on the ring, flexing his muscles and I gulped. Hell! Bre body was nothing compared to him. God help him!

With the count down.

3

2

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Fighting begins!

Bre and Jake, both were passing deadly stares at each other. As they both took positions and slightly started to bounce on their feet, ready to fight.

By figures, Jake looked enough strong to kill anyone. With a built muscular body and tall height. On the contrary, our Bre... Well, sure he was not as muscular as compared to him but when he fought, no one could stand a chance in front of him.

'Let's see what will happen here.'

Bre took the charge and threw a punch straight on his nose which he blocked and kicked back on Bre's stomach. Bre stepped back gaining his balance and knocked a spin kick on his neck and that made Jake kissed the floor. I smirked. But my smirk disappeared when in an instant, Jake stood up and threw non-stop punch at Bre's face, some he blocked and some he got right on the face.

Ouch!

But Bre gripped his hand and twisted it back, hardly jabbing his elbow right on his head. That was gonna be a long fight.

Casually, I looked at Marie and she was looking deadly pale. Her eyes were almost bulged out and her face was deadly pale like she had seen a ghost or rather she became a ghost.

"What happened?" I asked her worriedly. Could it be possible she got frightened because of the fight? Instead of answering she clung to my arm tightly and strongly gripped my hand. A thing he did when was scared; clung to arm and gripped hand tightly.

"Hey! What's happening? You are scaring me." I turned my face towards her, giving her my full attention. She didn't answer but her lips quivered as if she was struggling to say something. Her eyes were staring in a particular direction but before I could follow her gaze a loud sound echoed.

BANG!

A horrible, loud sound jerked us as Marie clenched her eyes, doing her grip tighter on my hand. When I looked back at the boxing ring, both of them were lying on the floor.

People were running crazily to the exit and screaming in scare. My own eyes became saucer as I scanned the whole scene. In an instant, it all appeared like a war zone where people were trying to save their own life first.

"What the hell is going on here?" I whispered yell at no one in particular.

"Gunshot," Marie whispered. I looked at her and she was startled in a way like seconds away from fainting.

"Go!" I said to her as panic hit me. "I said run! Go!" I yelled, pushing her away towards the exit.

She startled looked at me seemed unable to catch my words. God! What should I do? I needed to check Bre as he was still lying on the floor and I didn't know if he was alive or not. I couldn't leave her either because she was not in the right state of mind, looking at her like this ached my heart.

I looked around thinking of a way to save all of us. People were still running out of that place as soon as possible. I held her hand tightly and dragged her towards me. Shopping neared the ring, I dabbed on the floor with my hand.

"Bre!" I called him but he didn't respond and my heart skipped a beat. That idiot was scaring me.

Marie breathed beside me, "Bre..." Her voice was exhausted and terrified. By now, the whole place was empty. Only I, Marie, and these two bodies were left.

"Brett John! You punk! Get up!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. He jerked a little as if he had released his stop breath.

"Don't move," I ordered Marie and jumped up on the ring. I removed his mask. I cringed looking at his face which was badly bruised. He had a bruised on his left chin, a black eye, and slightly swelled lips and nose. He slowly opened his eyes as I helped him in getting up and sat.

Taking a few deep breaths in, he whispered, "I'm fine."

"Fuck!" I cursed. Though right now my attention was somewhere else. Jake's body was unconsciously lying on the floor because of the black dress it was hard to notice before. A thick line of blood was coming out from his body towards us.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" I heard a scream. When I looked at Marie. A guy dressed in a black hoodie, face covered in a mask, standing so close to her than my liking but my breath got inside my stomach when I looked at the gun he had pointed at her head.