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[i]Somewhere[/i] in LA[/color][/sub]
[sub][color=fff79a][color=FFA07A][b]Fawn[/b][/color] & [color=536878][b]Lucky[/b][/color] 
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[indent]Lucky Cross wasn’t here to be romantic. In his head, he wasn’t romantic, he was an asshole, and he would instill that tonight in Fawn’s mind so she could leave while she could. He didn’t like getting [i]attached[/i] and he was going to show her that they were two vastly different people. Having already parked his car two blocks away, he led the way, hands shoved in his pocket, to the side of a church — was it abandoned? Was it not? [i]Who knows.[/i] Not saying a word, the mysterious boy used his foot to knock on the door. There was a moment where nothing happened, and yet, Lucky waited patiently. Unfazed. Unsettling so. For two minutes. 

The wooden door creaked open and a tall figure dressed in black, with ripped jeans, a jaggedy shirt, and an eye mask to match, revealed himself and gave a toothy grin, [b]“Glad you reconsidered. Meg just got on.”[/b] 

[color=536878][b]“What can I say? I can’t stay away.”[/b][/color] Lucky rolled his eyes at the boy, who he knew the name behind, but chose not to address him by it. Meg liked the best and lately, the only good ‘act’ she had was her finale, that all those would [i]die[/i] to get to.  An incident happened that took her best away from her and she wanted Lucky to get him back, but Lucky only reports to one woman. 

Her name was Roz. 

The masked stranger grabbed off a table a couple of masks, that piled on top of pamphlets about Christ, our Lord and Savior. He gave the two newcomers a mask to wear, deciding to give the girl the only white one, and then tilted his head at the tiny, freckled beauty. 

[b]“Who’s your friend, might I ask? She’s [i]awfully[/i] pretty.”[/b] And would stand out among the rest of the crowd like a dove among ravens. What Fawn would discover soon enough was this party would be nothing she’s ever been to. Nothing a [i]rich[/i] kid would throw. Completely and utterly illegal. Nothing an innocent sophomore should be exposed to. 

[color=536878][b]“[i]My[/i] entertainment.”[/b][/color] Lucky coldly replied, giving his friend a stare that read: [i]don’t think about it[/i]. A chuckle left the stranger’s lips, before he led the way to the underbelly of the church, [b]“Well, I’m sure Our Lady will be just as entertained by your little… friend… as I am. I predict she’ll want to see her again. It’s refreshing. New faces. You know how she [i]loves[/i] new faces.”[/b] 

When they walked down the stairs, to the basement, a combat ring was revealed. It was halftime of [url=https://data.whicdn.com/images/309693396/original.gif]Meg’s[/url] ‘extravagant’ production. There was a station of cots with a couple of unconscious men laying on them, beaten and bruised. Probably with broken bones. Lucky, keeping Fawn close to him, pushed through the crowd that all stood surrounding the ring. There were similar individuals dressed like the boy that was leading them, those individuals were collecting money and getting the mass to make bets on the next opponents. Think of this as when a group of church ushers collect money in an offering basket. 

All for a good cause.  

On stage, though? Meg and four other promiscuous girls were building the heat by touching themselves and dancing, essentially doing a strip tease, taking off all their baggy clothes, until they were down to their black EDM [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/ae/9d/8e/ae9d8e5633051466a5dbe708d2ceb28d.jpg]outfit[/url], that gave off a ninja feel. Meg was the only one wearing full on red. The color of rage. Think Christina Aguilera’s Dirrty music video but to the song, [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iFQhRt_k9e0]I Fink U Freeky[/url] by Die Antwoord. The backup girls rested themselves on the rope behind them, to give Meg the spotlight. She was all about the spotlight. 

Jumping high in the air and then dropping straight onto her knees, she aggressively popped her body to the music and let her hands slide down her stomach and to her… well, you know. Her eyes lit up when she looked through the crowd and caught sight of Lucky and this [i]cutie[/i]. Like a tigress, she crawled forward toward a prey, that was beside Fawn and not Lucky. Just a random middle aged man. 

The man was leaning in and holding dollar bills, like she was a professional stripper, when really, she was just a good performer. When she reached the man, she roughly pulled him into a kiss, forcing her tongue down his throat, before snatching the money from him and stuffing it in her bra. 

The other girls sauntered to the side, in half, two left, two right, to lure in the opponents on opposite ends into the ring. Just teenage boys, shirtless, toned, but obviously [i]young[/i] and ready to [i]kill[/i]. Who knew you could make a profit off of anger? 

Meg knew. 

Standing up, she gestured the boys to come to her at the center, bringing them in a huddle, where they both were wrapped in her arms, [color=#f400a1][b]“You know the rules, don’t disappoint me, lover boys. Winner takes on The Beast.”[/b][/color] Releasing them, they humbly gave each other handshakes before going to their end of the ring and letting Meg finish her ringleader announcement,  [color=#f400a1][b]“Are you fuckers ready to see some BLOOD?!”[/b][/color] The crowd went wild — this woman had unbelievable charisma. 

[color=536878][b]“Fun fact, she’s 16.”[/b][/color] Lucky slowly whispered at Fawn (making sure she could catch his lips move). [color=536878][b]“This is only one type of event she can throw. She’s been trying to get me to sign up again. It’s been… two months, exactly. Someone stopped coming and I grew bored.”[/b][/color] After this person left, due to personal issues, Meg went out of her way to find [i]The Beast[/i] to make sure she didn’t [i]lose[/i] people because of the absence of a fan favorite. 

[color=#f400a1][b]“I CAN’T FUCKING HEAR YOU?”[/b][/color] The crowd followed her every lead. 

Now that the build up was over, the fight could begin. 

To say Fawn was a little nervous as they approached the abandoned church would be an understatement, even more so as Lucky simply stood there after knocking on the door. But she trusted Lucky and felt safe by his side despite barely knowing much about him. It may end up backfiring on her but the little deer felt more… alive to put it in simple words. He didn’t treat her differently like many did due to her disability and made her feel more like a human than her parents ever did. It may make her naive or dumb, but due to those feelings she not only liked him but trusted him. So here she was, standing besides him as the church door creaked open.

The other boy’s appearance, mainly the mask, was odd to Fawn and it caused her to be distracted at first. Simply staring at his mask until she realized they were both talking and thus began paying attention to their lips. As the little deer was handed the white mask she saw what the boy Lucky knew said and subconsciously moved closer to Lucky as she placed the mask on her face. 

As they began to move she kept close to Lucky, her small stature allowing her to slip through the people easily as they made their way through the crowd to the front. When she was finally able to focus on the girls, she became slightly entranced by the way they looked and moved. The little deer found it interesting and it also made her feel out of place in her simple, slightly oversized floral dress and knitted cardigan. The girl in red was the most intriguing, the way she interacted with the man beside Fawn was not something she was used to seeing. But everything happening, especially the upcoming fight only intrigued the small redhead instead of causing her to be scared or off put by Lucky. She was just curious what was going to happen next.

Lucky had no idea that his pursuit to scare Fawn was not working at all, and only showing how [i]protective[/i] he was already over her. For now, he was curious at who this [i]beast[/i] was because it’s been awhile since he attended one of these events. He glanced around to find anything that would appear to be an unusual looking fighter, but his keen eyes could not find someone ‘different’ in the sea of people. Bringing his attention back to the arena, where ruthless gladiators stood, he took note of the flickering in their stare. There was no fear, just invitational smiles. Whoever was The Beast, these two [i]wanted[/i] to fight him, [i]badly[/i]. 

Was he… better than Owen? 

The two in the ring circled one another, like confrontational lions, ready to rip the other to shreds. The fighter dressed in blue charged at the fighter dressed in white. It was obvious White fought defensively, while Blue was bullheaded and kept on the offense. They both, however, showed every ounce of power because they [i]wanted[/i] to win. Meg had a way to make boys want things. When it comes to fights, especially illegal fights, there was no honor. No code. If you fought with either of those, you would lose in a matter of seconds. Here, you [i]needed[/i] to win. For money. For pride. For anything but being humble. 

White dodged Blue’s fist, eyes narrowed in determination, but as soon as he did that, Blue slammed his head back into White’s. That, however, turned into White tripping Blue with a kick, and causing Blue to fall back, giving White the apparent advantage. 

Lucky knew how they were feeling, blood humming in their veins, anger encompassing every fiber of their being. They were unleashing their monster. White was brutalizing Blue’s face. Hit after hit. Blood pooling out of Blue’s mouth. Blue should’ve acted faster. Crimson leaked from both his nostrils and his nose was twisted to the left. Everyone thought White had it in the bag, but somehow, Blue felt more inspired, more powerful, now that his face was fucked up. The tables turned, when Blue did a quick reversal, pulling White down, trapping his leg under him, overhooking his right arm over Blue’s arm, bridging his left foot, hips up, and swinging his left arm… 

Now, he was on top. The offensive fighter, with definitely a harder punch, was back at where he had the power. Ready to reward White for the make over. 

Watching the fighters, Fawn couldn’t help but think of them as animalistic. Their movement and the way they watched each other reminded her of some of the more violent things she had seen during her time spent in the forest sitting in the branches of the trees. She didn’t think much of what was about to happen until the first punch was thrown. 

That first punch caused Fawn a bit of panic in the pit of her stomach and she couldn’t help as she hid her face for a moment with Lucky’s arm. The little deer for a brief second saw herself and her father in the place of Blue and White, it required her looking away and telling herself that it wasn’t happening to her and that she was safe by Lucky before she began watching again. By then Blue was on his back taking the beating from White and Fawn once again saw her father, but this time as the one getting the crap beat out of him. The thought was nothing more than a dream and she shook her head so she would stop with it, but as Blue flipped White onto his back and began to beat on him her mother was now the one taking the beating. It was through these two fighting that she was imagining her biggest wish, for her parents to be served the justice they deserve. 

Fawn knew she didn’t deserve what happened to her during moments like this but her parents tried to keep her from feeling that, trying to make her feel worthless and like she deserved everything she got. But Fawn just held on for the day justice comes knocking there way, even if she can’t do anything herself to make it come faster. For now she’d just use moments like this to give her a bit more hope.

Lucky took notice of Fawn’s reactions to the fight. How she grew closer to him, hiding her face. How her body flinched to every punch that was thrown. He should’ve been happy about this, but he wasn’t. Actually, he felt like a jerk for exposing her to such vicious brutality. By now, the light had dimmed, so that all attention would be drawn to the lit arena. None of that mattered, though. Bringing his tall self down, so that his face was close to Fawn’s, he gently used his finger to turn her head towards him, so her eyes could see his lips in the dimmed room. [color=536878][b]“You alright?”[/b][/color] he mouthed.

The sudden closeness of Lucky’s face caused a blush to burn onto her cheeks but she kept her eyes focused on him so she could see his lips. His gentleness and concern only increased her burn in her cheeks as she nodded in response to his question. She didn’t think it was worth pulling out her board and trying to write with such little space and light so hopefully the nod was enough for him. It wasn’t like she was lying though, she was fine now. At first the fight had been a lot for her but now Fawn just imagined her parents as the ones being beat up and she was okay with watching the fight.

She wasn’t the only one that felt the close proximity that their faces were at. His dark gaze dropped to her lips and there was a moment where he didn’t react, he just stared. He felt the desire to get closer and to feel how soft they were, but, he didn’t like it. And yet, he couldn’t change his position. Actually, his body was acting on its own and his head was naturally getting closer. 

Fawn watched as his eyes dropped and she froze. She simply stared at him, her own eyes flickering from his eyes to his lips watching him. Then Lucky began to lean in, his warm breath hitting her face as he got closer and closer, her face growing warmer as her eyes began to flutter shut.

Their lips could almost taste the other’s… 

Abruptly, the crowd started to rush around, pushing anyone and everyone, when police sirens could be heard. Ah, shit. They had to leave.

Now. 

[color=#f400a1][b]“Fucking shit.”[/b][/color] Meg muttered. The Beast fight would have to wait for another night, at another venue, with a new theme. She, however, did gain a lot of money — even if there was no winner to the fight. Hey, nothing wrong with cheating people out of their money. They’d just have to come back next time to see the results and perhaps win big. 

They wouldn’t win big. She chose The Beast for a reason. He was her money maker and together they’d con and scam foolish, hotheaded, and thirsty individuals, so that they brought the boss back money. In return, she got a pretty penny for her efforts. It was a good life. 

His mind on high alert, Lucky grabbed Fawn’s hand, holding it tight, and led the way to their escape. Meg watched the two lovers from the ring, a faint smile gracing her face. 

Her Lucky was whipped. 
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