Sang is chosen for the Culling, a series of fights to the death that are generally played by men. In fact, Sang is the first woman selected, well, ever. As the games start, and Sang forms bonds with a group of nine men, she comes to realize that the...
I pushed my way through the exit, and I - with my copious amounts of luck - ran straight into Chet. Of course. The momentum caused him to stumble back, as did I.
"What the fu-" He sounded surprised and began speaking in a familiar tone that normally preceded one of his snotty rants. Then he noticed it was me and paused, a strange expression crossing over his face as his words died in his throat.
What now? Was he planning on propositioning me again? Or maybe there was something else.
I glanced down at my outfit to make sure nothing was on it (there wasn't), and then looked back at him. "Yes?" I asked, trying to be polite. It was kind of hard to do though, considering I was about to break.
"What do you want, motherfucker?" Gabriel appeared behind me and threw an arm over my shoulder. "Why don't you watch where you are walking? Apologize."
Chet's sneer returned. "She ran into me."
"It was your ego that was blocking the door in the first place." Gabriel retorted.
I glanced back at the table, and could see that the others were one breath away from jumping up and joining us at the door.
I couldn't deal with another fight, I was too overwhelmed for this right now.
Chet was probably going to die too, anyway. So would Derrick. Why make life worse for any of them?
"Stop Gabriel," I muttered to him and he gave me a questioning look in return. "I'm sorry Chet." I told him, not able to meet his eyes. I ducked under Gabriels' arm and away from his reach as I rushed out into the hallway.
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Gabriel
Fuck, Trouble was hard to catch. I, of course, being the smartest and most sympathetic guy of the bunch had been voted as the one who would comfort our lady love. I wasn't sure what exactly had happened but I would find out.
Then I would beat the shit out of the fuckers who upset her.
Silas, of course, had some choice phrases about the living Fabio. However, even though I could not hear the conversation from that table, I was placing a creep alert on that Rocky fucker.
