Darkbeam Part I

Chapter 8-3

Caught between two groups blinded by mutual prejudice and hatred.

Then Hansel’s name was called.

The second I climbed into that ring, every part of me wanted to escape.

I didn’t want to be there anymore, but the beast loved every bit of it.

It was a massive cage. The beams would be charged with electricity when the fight started.

Blood, new and old, was splattered on the ground. They were disposing of an arm and some guts as I walked in.

“It ain’t a good day for dragon slayers,” one of the guys remarked in a redneck accent.

I didn’t reply.

Phil pinched my shoulders. “Remember, Hansel. Fast kill and get the f**k out of this ring. It gives me the creeps to see you in here.”

“Then why the f**k did you drag me into this?” I sneered and shrugged his massage away. f*****g i***t.

Second thoughts were spooling in my brain when a voice over a speaker announced the fight. He called out my name and told the crowd that I owned the acid ability. He gave everyone my stats. My heart raced—not that I could hear it, but I could feel it in my entire being. My body felt wrong. I felt sick. What if the potion was defective? What if Dimitri… Calm down, Blake. Deep breaths.

Then he called Skull Crusher. What the f**k?

A huge mother of a Sun-Blast walked into the ring. Usually they could sense the Alpha in me, but this one didn’t.

He just kept banging on his chest, still in his human form. He wore a leather garment wrapped around his torso, with bare feet and a bare chest. He had bright red hair, like Brian.

He couldn’t even smell the Rubicon on me.

I looked at Dimitri again. He was standing at the gate, controlling his part of the spell. Mine was playing in the back of my mind like a record stuck on a few lines.

I had to concentrate on how to kill the Sun-Blast really quickly.

The crowd cheered as the Sun-Blast stats were called out. He’d won 45 fights. f**k, that was a lot. I couldn’t believe he was matched up against a newbie.

This was so wrong. No wonder the humans didn’t last.

As I was thinking, he suddenly exploded into a gigantic dragon. Limbs popped out like giant tree stumps. Scales erupted everywhere.

He growled in my face. I just turned my head and looked in Dimitri’s direction again.

You’d better not fail; otherwise, it’s not just me you have to deal with, but all these f*****g dragons.

And then the siren went off.

I ducked and dove out of the way of the first fireball that came out of the dragon’s mouth.

They were so predictable.

The second one I ducked and then I leaped onto his back.

He didn’t like that much. I reached down with both hands. I would’ve given anything to test my fire. To see if it did spread like a virus..

The crowd cheered wildly and I reached for his jaw, releasing my acid into his mouth.

He was immune to fire, but not acid.

Liters and liters of acid dripped down his throat. His body started to disintegrate; holes burned him from the inside out.

The crowd went wild.

Gore and blood splattered on the floor as he teetered.

I rolled out of the way, covered with dragon blood.

The fight was over before it even began. And that was just the beginning.

I became an instantaneous favorite. Everybody here knew my name, or at least Hansel’s.

It was ten according to my watch. I felt tired but I had two more fights to go.

Next up: the Night Villain against a fire slayer.

Human screams filled the air one more time. It was no wonder that the odds for bets on humans were lower than dragons.