Fifty-Three

The pain from the stabbing cripples me and I feel my legs begin to give way. No Enzo. You promised Gypsy. You promised Mrs. Mehra.

Don't let them down. There's a reason you won almost every fight in the arena. There's a reason you were always undefeated.

There was a motivation behind every fight. That motivation was anger. Anger towards Gianna and your brother for betraying you. A tiny voice in my head chides.

You always won because you always imagined your opponents in the ring as your brother. Anger and pain drove you to join that fighting arena in the first place.

Bring it back. Look around you. There are thousands of reasons to be angry. Thousands. Find it. Bring it back. Find your motivation. Fulfill your promise. Fight.

I blink. More blood seeps between my fingers. I'm very aware of how much blood I'm losing. My eyes connect with Falcon who is looking extremely satisfied with himself.

The man I hate more than I even hate my brother and Gianna. They're scum to the earth. I