Drink and Fight.

It was time for me to rest my eyes. Even if it's fleeting and momentary. I find darker and shabbier places. Red-light districts that have some nice places to cry for me, situated by bars and places no parent would want their kid to hang out at.

The bars are where I can remain still and chill letting my mind wander, and man can I use their other services. Finding one that seems... like it isn't in rubble and is decently ordered I find myself peering at double glass doors with 2 sentries at the door and another with a checklist. Getting into the regular line I wait and enter like most else. Sliding past I found the place smelling like smog. A fine place for anyone but me. I don't care right now enough to find somewhere else and don't want to make more money to afford a restaurant.

A dance floor in the center bar on the left and many seats on the right to accommodate it looks just right. slipping into a bar stool I place 20 on the counter and say. "how big of a bottle can this yield me?" to the teen that should not be here.

Counting he takes out a bottle and starts to pour a glass. I stop him and just take the bottle. moving to the seats across the bar.

I would nap there if I could, and man would I relish it if my mind would not fallow the strands of stray thoughts. blocking myself off to the world, a drink in my hand, and my back to the wall.

I was doing well by myself... if anyone counts drinking a liter of some unknown substance. tasted like ****, must be ****.

Then a mob came

Men in all sorts of personages of the rough variety started to be seen. not the rich boys, not businessmen wanting something to numb the senses or the older men wanting to stare at pretty sluts on the floor. The people that look like wanna-be wolves. You could see the bulge of small knives or if they are that egotistical then packed underwear for false huge dicks.

Each went around, looking and picking the drunks up by words or with minimally needed ****. Some of the people that looked stronger were talked to more composedly threatened, some were distracted by the female bodies on the dance floor. Quickly brought back into 'sport' by a man that looks like a crooked hill billy with a major hunchback.

I was inhaling liquid poison in a corner and was alone. The prime target for whatever they were doing. Soon 3 came to where I was. One sat down across from me. Two standing up looking at me. he knocked on the table to get the attention he already had.

"want to make a quick buck?" came out a voice a salesperson would use.

It wasn't much but they asked and I saw the **** going on around me. anyone that looked weak and drunk enough was brought along by ****.

Nodding my head I agree, course I did not have much of a choice now did I. "how much?"

"As much as you can grab!" he looks pleased with himself for getting another easily. "Go outside and keep this on you." one of the guys to my side stick a small red square of tape on my arm. wonderful...

I needed money and it was just time until i ran out of cans, and with the marker providing me safety and combat skills I find it more productive to just fallow.

I sat outside for a while, some people left behind to watch us. Leaning my back on a wall and my foot lifted up I take my marker out of my sole.

ALL MAGIC MARKER WRITING INVIVISBLE, AND UNERASEABLE FOR 24 HOURS.

I see the black text on my leg shift and fade from existence, only the 24 was left. Recapping my marker and slipping it back where it came from.

About 13 people led along 5 others, Including me. Being guided through this shithole that can be classified as 'part of the city.' was not pleasant as we were out of there and by the cargo area of this hellhole the empty oil bins were all around, cargo containers were assembled and arranged to make a home, each one was a home similar to that of trailers but bigger and immobile.

There were many more around here with groups of people that just look they like don't belong here. Unlike me, for the style, I took looked exactly like I wanted to be here. Though with my hoodie zipped up I just look like a drunk. A small ring made of empty barrels made an empty circle. A woman stood there, obvious small firearms were on her side. black hair that flowed down to her mid-back, short jeans making all the grubby men stair her down with restrained lust and desire, the tank top under short leather jacket not hiding the... big B or small C breasts.

"Welcome!" a commanding and soft voice said. few became silent. A speaker was handed to her and she repeated.

"WELCOME!" it had the effect that was desired the people lowering their voices quickly. "you may wonder why some of you are here! some know and just want me to skip this! well, I AM!" the people that were looking for an explanation had a dark face. as she walked off the 'stage'.

It was self-explanatory, each of us was called up one at a time into their own mini rings of empty oil barrels another from the group of dogs went up and fought them. the first man... he didn't know what was coming... I can't tell if this was for training, recruitment to a gang, or pleasure. This woman that looked like a boss was sitting high on a shipping container. It came time for me. Nowhere I would rather be, a place where I can run if I want, or punch as many people as I want. who would not want that? and it's just what I needed.

A man that has fought 3 times so far was my opponent. He looked confident. . . for a while. He was easy with a simple dodge gave him a stumble and I started to throw kicks. None were lethal though nearly all of them hit his legs sealing his movement quickly. It was a beatdown. another one came at me after defeating them. They underestimated me due to my previous contender being worn out already. When I beat him the same but with more effort, my blood started to pump more. Writing warm on myself was a mistake, I felt like I was pouring steam. my blood evaporating inside of me.

Taking off my hoodie my white hair was out, my toned muscles revealed and enjoyment on my face. This is what I needed. Man after man. body after body hit the floor. I don't know when a few were going after me but there were quite a few now. The woman on the shipping crate now was more observant when viewing.

Soon 2 others were there and I heard talking from them and saw exchanges of money. The hoots, the hollers, the cigs, the brisk smokiness, yells, shuffling crowds, pain, wetness, blood? blood. my mind blended and condensed. WHY.

The next one stood up from the crowd, each one wanting a go at me. The fight maniacs were just like me. Just like I am. I was standing there when his punch connected with my lower jaw. people thought I was standing ****. They were partially right.

But oh so wrong. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH" I screamed, billowing the air of my lungs. The last man that punched me now a bit startled, as he was in a boxing stance when he shuffled backward. WHY.

The yell stopped fights and many turned to me. I was gazing upwards. Into the deep sky, filled with clouds tinted red with blood in my eyes. I started to fall forwards. Just like when I was falling in the sky.

just like when I decided to run.

I was at a nearly 45-degree angle to the ground and people started to turn back to other fights when I landed in an animalistic pose on the stone floor.

I charged. My head in his gut. I'm clawing. WHY DID I LEAVE HER. punching. SHE IS ALONE WITH A SELF IMPOSED MANIAC. Kicking. WHY. Biting. WHY DID SHE NOT LISTEN. There are now more hands on me. The faces around me all look like the sun is radiating shadows down on them. I COULD HAVE DONE SOMETHING. Their features were nonexistent. uncaring. I defiled the floor with people down. When they fall I don't look at them. I COULD HAVE PREVENTED THIS. I hear a gunshot and find a pain my leg. WHY. The pain in my leg was unbearable, each step was agonizing. but the steps were not impossible. Tearing through more, faster than before. WHY?! Another shot through the calf of my other leg. A hole burst through as I see a spot of blood now on the floor, finally, I could not move nearly as much. WHY AM I SO STUPID. The shadows of people crowded around me. The ones on the floor being dragged away by others. Dark, Black faces were surrounding me. piling on. Each one that crushed me giving my mind an insane reason to attach each of the weights that trouble me to each of the people that piled onto me. My view covered so much all I saw was black. I don't know when I stopped resisting. I also don't know when I fell ****.