Modern Day GLADIATOR {Fight Plot Peeps}

[maddog]

when the devil wants to dance with you ,
YOU BETTER SAY NEVER

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Ah, the smell of blood and smog in the morning. It was enough to make any true hard ass smile and ask for some coffee.

“What, you want some more?” The snarl tore through the empty alleyway, somehow over the dull grunts of boots meeting flesh and a few low, pain filled whines. “C’mon, you pansy ass! You gonna just stand there and stare me to death?”

With a roar, a large, bloody man charged. Meaty fists swung like battering rams, and FUCK did they feel like just that, as they slammed into his body. Grunting with the effort of keeping himself upright, he blocked each blow, then went to land a couple of his own. With a boxer’s precision, he made short work of the oversized gorilla, and turned his snarling face toward the group of other morons intent on tearing off his face.

At first, the day had gone off just as it normally had. He’d gotten up, scored some chow down at the local diner and met up with his boys in their usual spot on the street. He’d left AJ in his bed, thinking that the girl could use their time apart to keep an eye on the more questionable employees of his and had gotten the business. There was the usual talk about the drugs and muscle that they were moving through the country; some of the boys even going so far as to express concern about the local Federal presence. But Gabe didn’t care; money was their only concern, for money bought power.

And Gabe McFearson, now a big bad leader of the still growing Kansas Werewolf/Shifter pack, loved his power. So, when word that a local competitor decided to threaten his position in the city by offering their services at a cheaper price, intending on stealing away his clients? War was declared, and the fighting started.

With Gabe in the lead, using every dirty tactic he knew, his guys were winning; having beaten the crap out of most of the morons who’d chanced to show up. But, as usual, healthy wails of incoming sirens prevented them from finishing the match, and Gabe was forced to declare a retreat. He and his men fell back to their vehicles, intent on driving away and regrouping back at their headquarters…but they never got the chance.

He’d had four of his guys in the van with him, when they’d initially decided to take the competition out in broad daylight. The others were piled in the other two SUV’s in front of him; all bloody and congratulating one another at a job well done. The ones in his van had the same smiles on their faces.

All but one. The stowaway.

From the trunk, the fucker rose up, twin silencers hissing in unison as he squeezed off enough shots to kill the two in the back and silence their boss. The diver was looking scared now- poor little Harry, the newest of the Turned, was looking like he was about to throw up- and he obediently pulled the van over to the curb, earning himself a shot in the head.

There was no fear in the werewolf’s eyes as he looked back at the masked gunman. He just raised a brow and crossed his arms over his chest. ”So. What now?”

From the mouth piece of his kidnapper’s ski mask, pink lips turned up in an almost gruesome smile, and with another hiss, three more shots sank themselves into Gabe’s chest. He growled, reaching over in the attempt to give back what he got, but those were no ordinary bullets. Warmth spread through his chest; sickly, feverish warmth. Then, the pain started.

The van calmly pulled back into traffic, loud music pumping through its speakers. To the ignorant onlooker, it would seem like any crazy driver with a love of pounding bass. Who would notice the figure writhing in the backseat? No one could hear his screams.



Four hours later


The smell of blood and grime tickled his nose as he slowly woke. It hurt to move, hurt to breathe, but the urge to pee had him peeling his eyes open to stare at the walls around him. He was…in a cage; some sort of iron and stone holding cell. He’d been in similar ones so many times in his life that he quickly recognized its purpose.

Memories tapped at his brain, threatening to consume him, but he held them back. He wasn’t ten years old, and this wasn’t someone’s basement. No…this was something different. Were those loud cheers from a television, or was it the real thing?

With a pained snarl, the werewolf forced himself up. He balanced on his hands and knees, waiting for the suffocating pain in his chest to ease. Then, when he felt he could breathe again, he looked up into the face of his abductor.

It was a kid. A FUCKING kid. What the fuck was going on?!

With baby blue eyes and a head of dirty blonde hair, the younger man squatted down in front of his cage, so that he was eyelevel with the gangster. There was a crooked smile on his face; giving innocence to evil. Gabe could recognize that, at least; the evil in those eyes. He saw it in the mirror every once in a while.

”Damn, thank God you’re awake,” He said cheerfully. Christ, even his voice was high. What the fuck? ”I thought I’d hit you with too much silver. Good thing you’re such a big fella, and so used to surviving. You feeling better now? Not as disoriented, I hope?”

Gabe just stared at him, in shock. The old pride pricked at his chest and he pushed himself back on his heels, glaring at the kid with all the anger he felt. ”Let me outta here and I’ll show you how ‘disoriented’ I am.”

The kid just laughed. ”Well, I had to ask…you were asking for an ‘AJ’ a lot, since you half-woke up. I had to make sure the silver didn’t kill your brain cells, or anything. Who’s AJ? Is she your mate?”

The werewolf just glared. With a sigh, the kid plopped down on the floor and rested his chin in his hands. That familiar darkness came onto his face then, distorting the boyish innocence. ”Well, it doesn’t matter. You’re mine now, Wolf. And you’re gonna make me a ton of money.”

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[AJ Robertson]

Something was wrong.

Something was very, VERY wrong.

Pacing the floor of the Cantina, AJ snarled at everyone that approached her and twirled her silver blade between her fingers. Another glance at the clock had her grinding her teeth and cursing under her breath with a creativity that would have made a sailor blush. It was a quarter after three in the afternoon and no word from Gabe had come in. He wasn't answering his cell or responding to any of the text messages she'd sent and she was worried. None of the men who'd gone out with him could be reached either and her instincts were all pointing to some very nasty conclusions.

Something was wrong and it wasn't just a sting operation gone bad. Everything in her said that her mate was in trouble and she needed to find him.

Flipping the knife with a sudden action and slamming it blade first into the wood of the counter, the petite brunette spun around to face her men and the look on her face had a few of them backing up. An eery glow had claimed her beautiful dark eyes and more than a few of them knew it didn't bode well for anyone who got in her way.


"Brett, Rick... Round up five more men... We're going out." she rumbled out, reaching for her leather coat and slipping it on.

However, before the men could move, the door to the bar thundered open with an loud "CRACK' and a group of men dressed in leather and metal rolled in. Immediately on guard, Aj rolled to the balls of her feet and palmed a gun that leveled at the man who took the lead once the invaders where inside. Her men immediately went into battle mode and the contenders squared off with a ferociousness that would have scared the crap out of mortal humans.

Unfortunately, they were way out numbered and as the side collided in a show of force, AJ found herself surrounded in three to one odds. Swearing, the little huntress realized that the gun was going to do her no favors in this close of a fight so she tossed it to the ground and went to work with the silver daggers that she carried sheathed at her side. Two of the men were down before they even realized what was happening but the third man hit her so hard she flew back and hit the bar. Immediately, he was on her and they were rolling across the floor , upending everything in their way.

"God, man.... Don't you ever shower?" she snarled at her opponent as she tried to lever him over her and slide the dagger into his gut at the same time. "And... lets not even.... mention ... your bad... breath.....Whats a matter..... Your mama ... to poor... to introduce... you to .. soap... and toothpaste?"

This snarky comment only earned her a fist to the face and AJ felt her cheekbone fracture. As starts danced in her eyes, she felt the big man lever her over and then she was pinned before she could react.

Son of a bitch.

Jumping to his feet, the huge bear of a man jerked her to her feet and clamped his arm around her middle, yanking her back against him in a hold that immobilized her. Head still spinning, the petite were tried to fight the hold but movement from the doorway caught her attention and stilled her movements.

Realization dawned on her as she stared at the bastard responsible for her turning and sudden clarity was cast on her current circumstances. Bloody freaking BASTARD! His smarmy smile made her wanna gut him but it was the clapping of his hands that truly sent shivers down her spine.

"Well done, my dear.... You are everything I hoped you'd be." he said with a chuckle as he approached where they stood. "Well, actually, I had intended to kill you and leave you as a gift for the the police on McFearson's door step but.... This worked out SO much better...Who would have thought the fool would go and get himself a mate? I have to admit... It makes my victory so much more.... Glorious.. I not only get his pack... I get his woman too.....I can claim his territory not only by might.. but by taking his mate too...."

Reaching out, he tried to cup AJ's cheek but she hissed and snapped at his fingers. Quick as a wink, the man pulled back an arm and backhanded her with a vicious smack. Pain rattled in her brain and the former huntress knew she would have collapsed if it hadn't been for the man holding her. That didn't stop her from curling her lip back and spitting blood at him when she'd recovered though.

"Go To Hell! You'll have to kill me first...Gabe will destroy you for this" she spat through a busted lip.

Unfortunately, her defiance only made the man laugh as he leveled his gaze on her.

"Your mate is gone.... He won't be back. He's taking up a new career in.... entertainment, you might say. I could have had a silver bullet put in his head but I thought I'd at least be sporting about it and sold him to someone who will make good use of his... talents."

Growling, AJ tried to throw herself at him but was yanked back before she could reach the sob. Smirking, the man grabbed her by the hair and forced her head back so that he was inches from her face.

"A word to the wise my dear... If you wish to live, I'd rethink how you treat me. McFearson might have let you get away with your disrespect but I like my women soft and submissive... While it might be interesting for a bit to try to tame this spunk.... It could grow very tiresome very quickly.... I made you... but I can kill you just as quickly."

Then, claiming her lips in a brutal kiss, he tasted her blood and pulled back to grin down at her evilly before tossing her back at the man holding her.

"Lock her and the rest of them up.... I'll deal with them later after everything else is secure. IF any of them resist, kill them... All but the woman."

Nodding their agreement, the bastards men began to haul them all into a back room.