Fight to the Death

I was dazed and confused...
I could barely move...
My eyes had to be forced open...
I felt dead.

It took every ounce of strength I had to push myself into a sitting position on the very squishy couch.

My head spun with dizziness,
My body ached and my body collapsed back down,
Searing pain coursed through my knuckles and wrists.
I couldn't move without some sort of soreness,
And all memories came crashing back in waves.

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-Matt's POV-

I woke up in a hospital, I could tell from the smell before I even tried opened my eyes. My body ached all over and I could only narrowly make out the surrounding items through my groggy, half closed eyes. I groaned at the pain and the bright florescent lights that were above me and slightly making its way into my view. Slowly sitting up I forced my eyes completely open and looked around. I quickly ripped out the needles stuck in my arms after seeing them and moved my legs over the side of the bed.

“Ay!” I heard yelled from behind me. I turned slowly to see Jimmy. I'm my mind I rolled my eyes as I limped over to grab my clothes. They oh so conveniently were placed on a chair in front of the bed, against the wall. “You shouldn't be up Maaattttt.” he drug the words out, a warning tone in his perky voice.

“Well I'm not staying in a fucking hospital.” My voice was hoarse and deep from lack of use. Pulling the loose jeans gingerly over my legs, I hissed at the pain suddenly running up and then back down my spine. I wasn't staying here, no way in hell. I was fine, and I was leaving...

“You had to have surgery...you had major internal ble-”

“I don't give a shit.” I snapped as he handed me my t-shirt. I pulled it over my head trying hard not to scream out in pain. “We need to get to work. What did you tell the Director?”

“That you were hit by a speeding car.” What? Oh, I glared at him, great story Rev. “What? Its the first thing that came to mind when we brought you in. You weren't breathing or moving, you looked like fuck and we didn't know what to do! She almost killed y-”

“Don't even say it” I hissed in almost a yell. “I know damn well what she did and she's going to pay for it too.” I said in a low voice. That was more of me talking to myself than to him. At first I thought she was too small, to innocent to hurt anyone. Hell if looks could kill. She had the good girl look, yet was the complete opposite. Now after this... There's going to be hell to pay mark my words. I'll get her back somehow, I'm just not entirely sure how yet.

We walked out of the hospital without a second look. I sat down in Jimmy's car carefully as he looked at me concerned. I ignored him crossing my arms over my chest while staring out the window until the school came into view.

Home sweet home, I smiled sadistically. If she only knew what she was in for, what was coming for her with time.

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-Blaire's POV-

I didn't know what to do...

'Did I kill him?
Is he okay?
What the hell happened to me?
Why couldn't I stop?'

Questions raced through my mind. I now sat up straight on the couch, I shifted every so often due to the pain but overall, it felt better to sit rather to lay on my stomach that's for sure. I looked to my right as Nich came a few step into the living room. At first he glanced, and said “Morning, just making sure your up... We're leaving in an hour” before turning and walking back towards his bedroom. Within a matter of seconds he ran back out, stopping only within a foot of the couch and my body. It must have clicked, he stared at me in a form of shock and anger. I could see the disappointment in his eyes. I know, he knew what happened. I didn't have to tell him I got into a fight, he knew... He just didn't know why I fought or where or that it was underground. He most likely thought my anger got the best of me and I got into a random fight with someone on the streets.

I looked at my hands which laid in my lap as he slapped me. Tears came to my eyes but I held them back. I refused to break.

“Get ready.” he demanded; speaking in monotone, with no emotion as he left the apartment. I jumped slightly with the bang that came as he slammed the door on his way out.

I lifted myself up as gingerly as possible before going over to my bag. After rooting through it, I settled on my choices, a clean plain navy blue shirt and pair of ripped up black straight legged jeans amongst a clean black and white striped bra and underwear set. I walked into the bathroom and looked at my gauze and blood covered hand which was now a huge scab. Both he gauze and blood sealed and started healing somewhat to the other, so now it was gonna be a bitch to clean up and remove. Dammit. The other cuts and bruises where there all over my body as well. Although, knowing that no matter how bad I looked, two other guys more than likely looked way worse than I did. That fact didn't make me all bubbly inside or giddy with joy. It was a downer, I did it to them. Sighing I removed my jeans, not before feeling something in the pockets though. I kicked them off of my ankles and the bent to grab the dirty fabric.

Inside were a few huge wads of hundred dollar bills making me feel even more guilty. There were 3, each rolled up into cylinders. I threw them away from me against the farthest corner of the bathroom, my dirty clothes soon joined them, covering the rolls up. I still knew they were there though.

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-Matt's POV-

I went straight to the Director's office once inside. I then knocked quickly before going in.

“What are you doing here? Why aren't you in the hospital, you look like shit.” He looked questioningly at me, trying to figure me out...like always. He does with everyone, liking to think he can read minds and posture. Want to know a secret? He's all show and no go. He cant do either for shit.

“Funny, I feel like it too but I don't need to be there so I left.” Sure, I was being sarcastic...sue me.

“You wanna tell me what really happened?” He didn't believe the “story...” Hum. Wait, what was it again? I replayed Jim's words to me over in my mind.

“I got hit by a car?” I questioned making myself sound like a complete moron. I think it was what he said but then again I was too busy plotting her death.

“If you say so. You may get back to work if you wish or you can have the day off. We have a new delinquent coming in, Mason's taking care of it. It is gonna be in your dorms so have fun.” He smirked as I nodded. 'Great, some fresh meat' I thought as I made my way to the dorms. We don't get new kids very often, its always the same ones every semester, every year.

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-Blaire's Pov-

I didn't talk to Nich at all that morning. He came home soon after I was finished in the bathroom and then he took me there to the hell hole without looking at me once. He grabbed my stuff and took it in the building but refused to look at me. I don't blame him though...I know I screwed myself up and that's what happens. Plus, I looked like shit. My black hair was still dripping wet. The blood slowly started to sink into the cotton pad and gauze on my hand. Bruises went uncovered and my skin was almost as red as all the red scabbed cuts on my body.

The director was waiting inside and as soon as Nich left (which was as soon as he came inside) the director grabbed my upper arm and pulled me roughly to a room. He locked me inside the white padded room for a while and only came back when another guy was with him.

“This is Mr. Johnson.” They both smirked some, Assholes. “He'll take you to your dorm. The things you will be able to keep with you will be returned later on after they are searched through. Understood.” I looked at him sort of scared but not really. However, when I didn't answer he came over and grabbed my neck pushing me against the wall roughly, hitting every sore spot on my body. I clawed at his hand but he kept pushing harder and harder until I could no longer breathe and everything started turning a shade of black. He quickly let go but grabbed me and shoved me towards the “Mr. Johnson.” I was then dragged by my hair down the hallways kicking and screaming while walking against my will into a locked building. 'No way out...' There was no way to escape...

We only stopped when a shout was heard. Somehow the voice seemed familiar, how is that even possible? “Mr. Johnson” threw me against the wall and I sunk down it. I stayed still from the excruciating pain. My vision went in and out but I could clearly see the new man in front of me. Shocked, I looked up at Shadows. I didn't dare move or say a word as he came closer. He looked ready to kill me and to be honest I wish he would, just to get it over with. “Mr.Johnson” just watched a few feet away as Shadows suddenly stood so close to me he was almost stepping on my legs. Without notice, he kicked me in the ribs extremely hard causing me to cough but nothing more. I pulled myself off the ground, ignoring all the pain, to stand in front of him. I blinked a couple times and swallowed hard.

“Go ahead.” I mumbled, bravely yet sadly while blinking again.

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-Matt's Pov-

“Go ahead.”

I looked at her confused, what the hell?

“Just get it over with.” she whispered looking to the ground. Every ounce of rage went away for that moment. There was something up, there had to be. She wasn't acting anything like she was last night. Though the thoughts of last night still rushed into my mind.

I grabbed her arm roughly and drug her behind me towards the dorms.

“What are you doing?” Mason asked walking quickly behind the two of us, trying to keep up with my pace. The girl, Blaire, also did the same. Tripping over her feet.

“My job.” I stated without taking my eyes off the hallway in front of me.

“Whatever” I heard him say from behind me, stopping and walking away as I pushed the girl in front of me. She stumbled a little more but kept walking as I pushed on her back when she wasn't going “fast enough.” She walked in front of me... and my eyes never left the back of her head the whole time. Further thoughts of payback circled through my head.

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-Blaire's POV-

He unlocked another door. I looked briefly to the numbers on the walls...

10's

another door. He unlocked it and pushed me into the dimly lit hallway

11's

another door, he unlocked it and threw me through the door, into the dark hallway.

I could barely make out anything, but there was a 12 written on a plaque beside an opened door. Shadows pushed me to move towards it. I went quickly, though not extremely quick watching as he hit a button and lights filled the room and hallway. I looked at the smirk on his face before my head came in contact with the doorway.

Everything went black.