Like Fire Upon the Ice by Catari Ray (free e reader TXT) 📖

Note to self, don't attack the guy in charge. In the last couple of days I learned that if you attack the head of an organization most of the time he will put you in a cold holding cell. Most of the time that cell is damp and dark, has a rat problem, a leaky roof that drips water on your head, and still has the bones of the previous occupants. Generally you get chained to the wall of the cell, and typically your captors don't let you out for days.

Of course they do let you out, I just haven't gotten that far yet. So here I am, stuck in this smelly, cold, drippy cell. I spend a lot of time trying to figure out what is outside of the holding cell, I'm fairly sure there are two guards, there is a guard that takes ten to twelve minutes to walk from one side of the hall to the door of my cell. That means that hall way is very long or he pauses a lot to talk to other angels.

I'm in the middle of determining how to get out of my chains when the door to my prison is opened. A tall girl comes in, she signals for the guards to leave here in the room. The door closes and I hear the guards’ dead bolt it. The girl walks up to me and slaps me hard across the face. She's not getting brownie points, whatever those are. "I heard about you! You filthy mud worm that stole the makings from an angel!”, her points were plummeting fast "So how'd you do it!? How'd you get the markings of Raphiel? How did you steal them you little monkey?!" She hit zero, very bad first impression. "Oh, the usual, I walked up to what's-his-face," her face was turning an unhealthy shade of red "and cast a magical spell that took his markings. I see you don't have makings. What did you think to take mine when he said he wouldn’t go on a date with you unless you had them?" I made a little pouty face, she promptly hit me in the same place she slapped me. "You monkeys don't change. We put you under our holy rule and what do you do/ You dify us! Your natural leaders!" she's seathing,"You really are ment to be lower beings. You need someone to look after you, all you little rats can do is complain. Whine, whine, whine day in and day out" With that speech she flung the cell door open and stomped out of the room.

After blinking a few times, a thought comes to my head, what am I here for? Let's see, one, I'm here to cook. No, only preety people do that, I'm not preety. Two I'm here to clean, no for the same reason. Three says that I'm here to be a play thing for the angels. No that can't be it unless... Unless they're still forcing people to be gladiators. Crap. If that were the case then... there really is no chance of me getting out.

"Noooooooooo! God damit! Nooooo! Let me out! I can't be here! God damn you! Let me out! I have to see my sister!" I hear someone scream.
"Shut up monkey. You should be gratfull you still ALIVE." a gaurd yells,"We could have easily killed you, you maggot." So the scream came from me. I start raddling my chains, slamming my feet agains the floor, digging my wrists into the cold iron of the cuffs binding my hands. I hear the gaurds laugh "This is where it gets good," he says. This just makes me angrier I lash out of him almost pulling the chains that hold my hands to the wall off. The other gaurd looks at me and smiles. You'll have to do better than that he molths.

Cold water drips down my face. My hands are rubbed raw, my legs are numb, my wrists are bloody and cracked, my ankles ozze puss as I move them to another position.

Water splashes in my face, moments where I can't breath pass. I look around, tall healed books are directly infront of me, my eyes travel up. A man with black hair and blue eyes looks down at me. Eyes that stare unblinking down at you. "Get up," the man says "It's time to train" I look away and he grabs my face "Get up, I'm you partner, or should I say master?" I look up sharply at him, feeling my hate boil into my eyes "Oh? Dose the little kitty not like that? Well kitten, you don't have much say in the matter. Get up." He pulls my face up, draging my body with it. "Let's get a move on sweet heart, you started a day latter than the rest of the... trainies," he says as he undoes my chains.

The training room was hot sweaty and packed. Every inch of the place was covers with matts and people. There where people of all ages fighting against boys and girls that looked to be the same age as my captor. In the middle there was a raised square plateform that had four posters at each end and wire connecting the metal bars. In the rink there where a kid that looked to be twelve years old, and a man who could be no less that thirty, the man was pummling the kid agains on of the metal bars. Blood was spilling form his nose and molth, a deep gash ran across the childs forhead. "That's the fighting rink," an angel said as he noticed my horrified look "Who do you think is gonna win? The big guy is our star fight-" Without a second thought I was across the floor. I lept up on to the metal bar holding the wire and lept on to the mans back, he froze. I drew back my arm and hit him with what could knock out most opponents. The gorilla bucked tring to throw my off of him, his tharashing caused my leg to whip around. Hy heal came crashing into his shoulder, a sharp crack ecoed through the room. Then one of the angels on the side yelled,"Hey, Nimrod!" The guy I had punched grunted "You'd better win this fight or I'll have to punish you again!" The angle smiled. Nimrod jerked up, with a roar he fliped me off and pinned my to the ground with his hands. "Little girls like you should stay at home. They shouldn't come out of the sand box and think they can play with the big boys without getting hurt" With that he firmly planted him lips on mine. All the hate and dispare that I had felt sudenly condenced into one, and that was this stupid mans lips. I bit down murdurously untill I tasted blood, grabbing his lower lip with my teeth I shook my head as much as I could, ripping his lip. Blood guched onto my face, I scrunched my knees and kicked him off me. Spidding his blood out of my molth I smiled,"Little boys should stay in the sand box" then with a smirk I continued "'Cuz the big girls don't play nice." I grilled my elbow into his stomache. He coughed blood for a minute, when that subsided there was no noise in the training room. Then with a sigh the angel that had yelled at 'Nimrod' got into the rink,"Well, little kitty, let's go find your owner, I'll be buying you from him and teaching you... manners..." I looked straight up at him the soved my heal into his hansome face.

My foot connected with the angels jawbone with more force than needed. I'm not tall, not even in some fantacy world where butterflies and unicorns live, so to kick a person a good foot taller than me, I'm four foot eleven, is no small feat. I have to jump to kick something that high, so what if my blows are harder than need be.
The angle goes rocketing back across the training room, he hits the wall and slids down. A few angles rush over to him and some humans exchange looks. I feel a light tap on my back, I look back expecting a fist in my face or gut. Hands raised I turn around, behind me a boy with aburn hair and green eyes that stair down into mine. I have to tilt my head all the way up to see his face, he smiles and picks me up. I feel like a little girl and he carrys me around in his arms,"Would you tell me where your master is?" I pout and glare at him,"Why does everyone think I have a master? If you're looking for my master, well then you might want to look down 'cuz it me! I have no master!"
"You really think so?" he says snickering "If you want to servive the games you have to have a master. Didn't anyone expalin this to you?"
"No..."
"There you are you little pig. What did you think you where doing?" The stupid

Publication Date: 06-16-2012

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