The Deal

Chapter 6 - Fighting Mr T

{But you really need to listen to me - because I'm telling you the truth - I mean this, I'm okay (trust me)

I'm Not Okay (I Promise) - My Chemical Romance}

Chapter 6 - Fighting Mr T

"Damon the Demon, Damon the Demon! Yeah!"

I clamped my hands over my ears as the audience continued to chant Damon's stage name, their shouts of encouragement making it even harder for me to keep my back turned towards the ring.

Suddenly, the crowd let out another round of exhilarated cheers as something happened, and I let out a frustrated groan as the temptation to turn around grew.

"Finish him! Finish him! Finish him!" They screamed, stamping their feet as they watched on, devoted to Damon and only Damon. I let out a strangled groan before whipping around, looking out across the sea of people before me who were fist pumping the air as Damon slowly circled his opponent.

My heart lurched.

Like a man possessed, Damon's once sapphire eyes shone black under the florescent lights, his fists swinging powerfully through the air towards the man cowering before him. The tendons in his forearms straining against his bronzed skin as the crowd continued to hurl insults at the ring, laughing cruelly as Tony the Terror crumpled to the floor.

Damon's eyes glinted devilishly as he stalked towards Tony, his movements smooth and agile as his knuckles came into contact with Tony's temple.

As Tony tipped sideways from the force of Damon's blow, my eyes widened in horror as I watched the trickle of blood drip from the corner of his gaping mouth, unable to shield my eyes from the violence in the ring. I watched, horrified, as Damon skipped towards were Tony lay, the mans face beaten and broken as his chances of winning slipped away.

A hushed silence descended upon the crowd as they waited with baited breath for Damon to deliver his final blow. I managed to turn away just in time as Damon lunged, the sounds of his fists beating against already battered skin drowned out by victorious roar of the crowd, followed moments later by a piercing end whistle.

Damon had won.

Feeling overwhelmed and suddenly claustrophobic, I turned on my heel and ran towards the nearest exit, pushing my way through the door before skidding down the empty corridors in search of an exit. Heading in the same direction I'd come with Damon, I soon found the swinging doors from which we'd entered and barrelled through them, the cool night air brushing my heated cheeks and banishing the waves of nausea that had been building within me.

My legs wobbled as I moved unsteadily towards Damon's car, my stomach twisting as I imagined sharing a car with the teenage boy who'd practically beaten a man twice his age to death in an underground fight club.  

Warning bells sounded loud and clear in my head as the first audience members poured through the swinging doors, heading towards the parked cars spread out across the field. I knew that after watching Damon fight so ruthlessly against another living human, I couldn't be in any near proximity to him - at least, not without an armed guard for my own protection.

As more and more people filed out into the field, I panicked, and without thinking I turned my back on Damon's car and instead headed towards a clump of bushes growing haphazardly across the road. I don't know why, it seemed like a good idea at the time. I gingerly moved several dead branches out of my way before bunching up the hem of my dress and moving to crouch down behind them.

With little room to move, I turned myself around so I was facing the car park across the street, my heart thumping inside my chest from the sheer thrill of hiding from Damon. But seriously, did he really expect me to just climb willingly into his car after witnessing his brutal battle between himself and Tony the T?