All Chapters of Hunter's Revenge: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I grab a change of clothes and head for the shower. Once I'm done, I head back into my room as I dry my hair with my towel. I stop midstep to see Rylee, my childhood best friend sitting on the edge of my bed waiting for me."Ry? What are you doing here? I didn't know you were coming over." I state, as I make my way to my makeup table."The twins called me.""Of course they did." I reply, rolling my eyes."You don't need to be mad at them. They're just worried about you. What you did.." She began, however, I cut her off. "You don't need to give me the spiel. I heard it enough from my brothers." I state, turning away from her to brush my hair in the mirror."Come on Bubs. You know they didn't mean to upset you." She says calling me by my childhood endearment she's called me since we were kids. I sigh and turn around to look at her."I know. I'm not mad at them really." I say, however, Rylee knows me better than I know myself. She walks over to me and hugs me."I know. You're just frus

"BUBS! It's amazing!""Huh?" I remark not understanding what was going on."The painting! Silly!" She says pulling me into my hidden room after her."Ok. So are you going to tell me why you wanted it?" I ask."So as you know, my dad is the curator at the art gallery. What if I were to tell you that his upcoming exhibit will be featuring Caravaggio?" She remarks bouncing on her heels."What about it?" I ask, feeling as though I was missing something."The Musicians is just one of the paintings that will be on display.""Ok... Your point?""What if we did a little switch?""What? Why?" "Do you know how much these paintings sell for?""Ya. But we don't need the money.""No. We don't. But others do.""Like who?""The poor of course." She remarks as if I'm the confusing one."Ok. But still. What is a poor person going to do with a piece of art? Hang it in their cardboard box?""No, silly! We can sell the painting and give the money away.""Or better yet, we can just make a donation somewh

"Now the question we're all waiting for." The announcer continues."Reaper? Do you accept the challenge?" The announcer questions, as all eyes turn towards the man I saw in the crowd. Everyone seemed to know who he was, as no one even had to question where he stood. This man just had a presence around him. I found myself growing intrigued. I'd never met someone that was able to command a room from his presence alone. I seemed to be the only one in the room that didn't know who the reaper was. Not that I really cared. He may go by the name reaper, but after today he would have to change his name to weeper.I watched as his eyes turned away from the announcer to land on me. Did he know I was the one that challenged him? Impossible, right?"CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!" The man shouted. Winking in my direction. I bit my lip as I saw him remove his shirt. I had underestimated this man. He stepped into the cage wearing a simple pair of black track pants. I stepped into the cage and found myself ad

It was around six in the evening by the time I arrived to the fight club. I took a walk around, getting a feel for everything. As Javier had explained, everything checked out here. There wasn't any shady business I wasn't aware of. I was thankful for that. I wanted to speak to the owner and discuss further plans for the club. I asked around, however, Ace wasn't here yet. They advised he normally showed up later in the evening, typically around seven. So in the meantime, I decided to grab a beer or two as I watched the fights. I was actually surprised with how poor the fighters fought. They all appeared to be amateurs, but unpracticed ones at that. Their skills were lacking, to the point I found it rather boring. I would have to talk to Ace about finding better fighters. These guys were nothing but drunk men having a go at each other. I wanted the fight club to be better than this. If Ace couldn't find better fighters, I would shut the place down.I was barely paying attention to the

I notice how she begins to look around, like a bird trying to escape its cage. I look at her in worry. Someone must've done something horrible for her to be picking a fight with me now. Why didn't I question her earlier? Why didn't I ask her why she wanted to fight me out of all people? I may have been able to save her from this pain and whatever others are doing to her. I could've prevented this.I decide to end this. Then I'll question her when there are fewer people around, watching our every move. I throw a punch, knowing she's not expecting it. My fist connects directly to her abdomen. If I were watching in slow motion, I would've seen her abdomen hollow from around my fist as she fell back to the ground. I knew exactly where to hit her so that I could put an end to this. From after the first hit, I realized her chest was the most vulnerable area. I didn't quite understand why. Normally, a person is most vulnerable in their knees, head, eyes, nose, and pelvic region. So why was s