Memoirs Of a survivor

23. Surprises

As we sat around the table, the boys were talking about underground fighting in this town, "the season has been preponed, something about the cops lurking around," I frowned
"how long for" I asked before the conversation could change topics
"erm I'm not sure, we will find out three and a half months the message said" he held his phone up in front of my face the message read:

"Entertainment postponed,
they know.
Don't come to work for a while.
You will make your money,
time will be added to the end
Of the season
see you for my birthday
- R"

I finished reading, looking around, "who is R, and when is their birthday? Was that a mass text message?" all the questions fell out of my mouth which Logan answered easily,
"R is the owner of the operation, his birthday is in February, he throws a big party, and anyone who fights h as to attend. I recon he will tell us when the fights begin again then." Looking down at my cast, I worked out that February was about three months away; I should be healed by then, but won't have been able to train and strengthen my arm... fuck. When I looked back up, they were talking about the statistics of who is the best fighter.
"black shadow is practically undefeated this year, so he should be at number one" they are looking down at a tablet, turning it so that I could see there was a league table with a list of names, and columns that display scores for different categories, there were 10 columns in total, with the headings name, height, weight, reaction time, speed, fights won, technique, weapons, style, the final one said rank which gave the scores added up therefore allowing them to be ordered. Looking down the list I found my name third from the top, looking around I found them all smiling at me
"I don't understand, why am I so high up, I'm not even that good" Logan frowned at me, "look at your individual scores, last time you fought, you took down 8 men before you even broke a sweat, your injured almost every time you fight and you still win, I would not like to get on your bad side" I shook my head not understanding "look at your scores, Scar" I looked down the list narrowing my eyes

3. Crimson fist

Name: Scarlett

Height Cm: 173

Weight lb: 135

Reaction time: 8

Speed: 9.5

Fights won: 9

Technique: 10

Weapons: 8.5

Style: 9.5

Execution: 10

I wouldn't like to meet this little missy in a dark alley; I can guarantee that it won't end well for you. This is our number one woman in the ranks, well done crimson, keep it up.

"They are incredibly harsh with the marking, especially for girls. I have been fighting for two years now, and never ever have I scored a ten." I looked up at Aron and frowned. Looking back over the list I saw that I had gotten 2 perfect scores. But this didn't put me in a good mood, it only made me less happy, how is such a good fighter unable to protect herself from her own untrained father, how is it she had her virginity sold, and why is she so scared to leave. I huffed and handed back the device before zoning out into my own world.

I felt someone lean closer to me, so I looked up to see that Logan was leaning in, and had his eyes narrowed "you're too predictable. An experienced fighter, he could guess what you were going to do. I mean he would still get caught off, because your execution is perfect more than perfect" his eyes glazed over slightly before he came back, and refocused on me "mix it up a little, learn some new moves, a new style maybe, then maybe you'll make it to number 1" he tapped me on the nose and lent back in his seat I scowled at the contact, but didn't say anything.
'Of course my execution is perfect, there's no point in doing something if you can't do it right, that will get you injured' I didn't really speak for the rest of the time they were there, I just quietly pondered what I was going to do when I went home.
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