Bloodlust

Blood trailed down her cheek, mixing with the sweat lining her jaw to make a muddied mixture that dripped down her neck. Her brown eyes were alight with a primal instinct only the sight of blood could give her.

Pink muscle poked out to coat split skin in saliva, a smirk pulling at the corners of the bloodied lips. A predatory gleam appeared, the battered female stalking forwards like a lioness hunting its prey.
'Her opponent glared, reading her stance and raising an arm to swing at the smaller girl when she got close enough. Her body protested greatly, a muffled groan leaving her lips as her pain shot through her side.

The other female’s smirk grew, satisfaction welling in her chest when blood dribbled down her opponents side. She grabbed her arm and gave it a violent jerk, ramming her fist into the toned stomach.

Her opponent was on the ground a second later, a kick being landed to her stomach. She wheezed as her arms wrapped around her stomach, her eyes wide in both disbelief and pain.

“And

the winner, once again, is Freddie!” The announcer grabbed Freddie’s bloodied wrist and yanked it over her head. In his other hand he held a microphone. A sick smirk twisted at his lips that Freddie easily matched.

Cheers rang through the dark, dingy building. Some people were standing, throwing their hands in the air. Others were still sitting but were slamming their feet into the ground. Quite a few were throwing bottles onto the ground or into the walls as a way of congratulations.

Rickety bleachers lined three of the four brick walls, bolted in after someone tried to steal them a few years prior. They were made of pure metal and looked to fall at a single breath.

The final wall was made up of three doors. An office, the changing rooms, and the heavy, metal door that lead to the outside.

Freddie tugged her arm free after a few seconds and stuffed the tips of her fingers into the waistband on her shorts. Her tongue poked out to swipe at a drop of blood that landed on her lip. Her