Strange One

Prologue

*THUD* The limped body fell as the fighter made her final move by making a strong strike to the head of the opponent.

"ROUSSEAU WINS AGAIN I REPEAT ROUSSEAU WINS AGAIN!"

The audience in the background all cheered in joy as some were upset due to the fact that they had lost money for betting on the other opponent.

The figure known as Rousseau smirks slightly before heading her way past the crowd to the booth were they would collect their fortune as the defeated fighter was simply dragged away from his arms from the arena as the next match was about to continue.

"C'mon pig, I haven't got all day." Rousseau gestured her hand to the money collector to give her the money she had won.

The money collector hesitated to give her the money, but he knew than best to not give them the money if he wanted to keep his legs for another day. He reluctantly gave Rousseau two small bags filled with many golden coins in them.

Rousseau takes both bags quickly and takes her leave away from the underground arena. And into a small room intended for fighters to clean up after themselves. The light was faintly dimmed and revealed there to be a wooden bench, a closet that's meant to be the toilet room, numerous other closets for fighters to leave their belongings in as they went in to fight, and a mirror that had a sink barely functioning.

Rousseau goes behind one of the closets and opens up from behind and takes out her small bag. She put both bags of coins inside and took out her long black sleeved shirt and black pants. She quickly dressed herself up as she knew trouble was going to come along from her defeated opponent. Then quickly put on her brown ankle length boots.

Now that she was ready, Rousseau makes her way out, but then stopped right at the doors exit. She walked backwards until she stopped at the mirror and moved closer. Now the mirror was always dusty and dirty, then again what wasn't down in the Underground?

She cleaned off the dust of the mirror and revealed her own reflection. Her brown orbs were the first she took note of, her chin length auburn hair shone more than ever, her olive skin tone radiated as well. She also saw she had a bruise and a cut on her right side of her cheek.

Sighing, she grazed her hand in that area and knew she'd get in trouble from the one person she loved the most when she gets home.

  Another minute or so, Rousseau takes in her reflection before quickly saying
"You look like shit Pru"
And fled from the room.

Hey everyone! I just wanted to say that this is a story that I've been meaning to make ever since! This is my first time doing something like this so.... let's see how that goes! Also I do apologize if in the future I make slow updates on this story. Since school is almost coming up and homework will be taking up (uGh) but yeah I know I should've done this idea earlier since summer had started for me but my slow ass decide to do it last minute... I hope you all enjoy!