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My vision was blurred but my focus was on the task at hand. Dodging the blow aimed for my face I roughly grabbed the person's arm, swiftly twisting it all the way to back of his shoulder. Most likely dis-locating it. Neither the loud chants and chatter of my name nor the sound of his ragged screams did anything but fuel me up instead, pumping and boosting my adrenaline rush. Releasing the arm, the body before me slumped down onto the ground with a furious thud causing the crowd to go wild.

"And there you have it folks, the undefeated Sky has done it again!" Freddy the host announced, raising my hand in the air. The crowd once again erupted in cheers. My fans knew me as Sky, my stage name and pen name too. I never really had a thing for extreme names, it was simple and unique.

After shaking my opponent's hand and getting to know his name, Joe, I went on to the changing rooms to get a quick shower and into my clothes. Street Fighting was one thing I had done for almost two years now for extra money. It was a lot of work and needed plenty of training.

After getting changed into my clothes, I headed out to the front desk where Freddy was sitted counting some cash.

"So, how much big guy?" I quirked a brow with a smirk on my face, grabbing a nearby chair and making myself comfortable.

"A thousand bucks." He turns his head a little to the side as he goes through the money.

"Fucking thanks. That guy was a pain in the ass, couldn't he just stay on the floor and let me claim victory. Play dead maybe." I groaned causing Freddy it bust into a fit of laughter.

"Same old Sky. You'll be here Friday night?" He asked after handing me the envelope containing the money.

"You know it." I winked before walking out.

The cool air smacked against my exposed parts, causing a shiver to run down my spine. My thoughts consume me as I trudge along the darkened street, tugging on my coat for extra warmth. The moon is in all its glory as I look up at the bright sky and sigh. Right now I couldn't say my life was perfect but it had surely changed over the year. I became a member of one of the biggest and most dangerous gangs in town. It's not as big and bad as a mafia, but we are still respected and feared by many.

It all started about a couple of months ago, I started off my nightly routine of petty theft in bars. I thought that it would be like any other night, get in, get to work, get out and maybe witness a murder at the back. But my expectations were not met when a gun was pointed at my skull for witnessing that particular murder scene on that night. Luckily for my fighting skills obtained from all my street fights, I was successful in getting away.

A week later, I started getting these strange feelings that I was being watched and followed. It wasn't long before I got kidnapped by the person that pointed the gun at me and killed that innocent man. They said they were a gang, The Devils' Toxics to be precise, that they wanted me in the team, that they planned on keeping me on radar for witnessing the murder but because of my fighting skills and bold attitude they thought twice I guess. Surely enough spitting in his face and calling each person in that basement 'motherfucker' did nothing but earn me punches. I let out a small laugh at the thought.

Somehow I became a part of them, and not just for the crime but for the advantage of gaining food and shelter, including the money. I feel a little tap down my jeans and look down seeing a small girl sitted on the ground.

She shows me a piece of cardboard paper that says she's in need of food. I take out the tuna sandwich from my bag, and generously hand it over to her. A small smile forms on my lips as I watch her eyes light up in delight, but it soon turns upside down into a frown when I realize not everyone is lucky. Many people still suffer in the world and it kills me just thinking about it, wishing I could take away every person's troubles but sadly I could not.

I continue my walk along the boulevard, ignoring all the nasty stares and cat calls from crooks and business men around the area. A long time ago, I would tremble in fear and beg for them not to harm me, which would obviously end badly.

Forts Dim. The name of the area where people like me, thieves, crooks, murderers, gangs, mafia groups or whatever illegal territory or evil bad guys would come to do business. Official or bloody. According to most people it is a dangerous place to be in, hell even the cops are too afraid to come here.

A flirtatious whistle is heard from my right causing my eyes to roll.

"Go away, Bryce." I try to say sternly as I miserably fail to contain my smile.

"You don't mean that Em." He winks, snaking his arm around my waist and attempting to kiss my cheek. Bryce was one of the few people who knew my real name and played such a huge part in helping me throughout my suffering. I would literally do anything for him, even if it means dieing just to show how much I appreciate his love and sincerity.

Bryce Hoffman, an extremely tall gay African American standing at 6'4 at the age of 27, with dark brown neck length curled hair, light brown eyes and beautiful chocolate brown skin, is one of the people who see my joyful, carefree side.

"Oh but I do, unless you want me to cut your manhood off and send it over to your mother then please let go of me." I laugh as his long fingers began to tickle my sides.

"God, have I missed you girly." He grins widely, finally letting my little waist go.

"Stop calling me that dammit." I groan, sending an icy glare his way, whilst twisting his nipples through the thick fabric of his hoodie.

"Ouch! Okay... okay... I'll stop!" He cries and I pretend not to see his crossed fingers behind his back.

"So, any Mr freaking hot and sexy-tattoed Cop news lately?" He wiggles his eyebrows causing me to scoff. "What? Your words not mine." He raises his hands up in defense upon seeing my glare.

"I believe my description of him wasn't that! Besides, the man's got his head so caught up in figuring me out that he doesn't realize I'm able to see straight through his fucking plans." I scoff once more. Bryce laughs loudly at my obvious disdain for him.

"Sounds like a real piece of shit." He smirks.

"Thank you!" I say, coming to a halt and turning to face him with my hands raised in relief.

"So just to be clear I can smash him?" Gross.

"Ewww. Leave me out of your gay life." I fake gag making him laugh harder than before up to the point where his dropping tears.

"Your face... Masterpiece." He says in between breaths.

"Well, goodnight." I look up at the huge house behind Bryce then back at him. I can't wait to sleep, that was a long shitty walk.

"Night girly." He quickly hugs me and releases me before I have the chance to crush his bones like he does to my sanity.

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The short journey towards my room has me dreading, I know I'll have to cross paths with the others eventually.

"Where were you?!" The unpleasant sound of an all to familiar voice echoes throughout the hall from my back.

"Saige, Don't." I say sternly without looking back and continue my journey up the long flight of stairs, bracing myself for her irritating rant.

"I wasn't done talking to you, you bitch! Where were you huh? You think we don't know about your little mishap with that cop? We could have been exposed for fucks sake, where you out whoreing your way around and selling us out!?" She yells with spit in my face, tempting me to lose my shit and knock her teeth out.

Instead, I keep on walking and ignore her. She's not worth my time.

"You're just a pathetic street rat, I don't even know what the hell Callum sees in you worthless slut." The words coming out of her mouth from below the stairs should have upset me, hell I should have beat the crap out of her the moment she started talking trash about me. But I was used to being called all those things, it never fazed me and I couldn't care less.

"Ignore her sorry ass, she's just jealous because Callum pays her less attention. Also, because you're her new hottie replacement." I hear Garrett say but pay no attention to him and enter my room, slamming the door shut. Like I give a damn.

I walk towards the closet and place my money inside a hidden wooden box that's under the clothing rack. Even though there's not many clothes in here it's still not visible to the eyes. Going to the bathroom, I strip out of my tight jeans and itchy sweatshirt and get into the cold bath.

After a goosebump crawling chilly shower, I get out of the shower and momentarily turn it off. The full length mirror comes into view immediately making me walk over to it and gaze on my figure. In all the 22 years of my life, never have I ever paid my body much attention.

My body isn't like some other girls', Saige's to be specific. Unlike her Blonde hair, fake boobs and butt, or her entire plastic body, I have long brunette hair, round C- size cup shaped boobs that I'm perfectly happy for, a small waist accompanying my petite frame and long slender legs. I stand at approximately between 5'5 and 5'6 being incredibly short and having so many tall people in my life. My abdomen is tightly built with a glorious six-pack that I'm thankful for having Bryce keep me in shape.

Tearing my gaze from my reflection, I grab a towel off the rack and walk back into the room. Grabbing my grey tank top, black boxers and plain white ankle socks from the closet, I put them on and slip into the warm sheets.

With my body laying flat on the bed and my eyes staring straight into the ceiling I stay in silence and wait for the next day to come.

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Suggested song for chapter: Silence by Khalid ft. Marshmello.