Scarred Alphas

Chapter 60

There is the clanging of weapons and people walking about. It was a horrible night with people snoring. Two

men in the other cells started

arguing too, waking

everyone up. And even if that wasn’t happening, I was not going to be able to sleep with the splitting headache

that I still had and the damn

smell of bodily fluids, blood, piss, and shit.

The pain in my head has gone down just a bit but the

side of my temples where the bolts dig into the skin are tender. At least it stopped

bleeding but my dilemma is that the top bridge of my nose itches…and it is inside

the mask.

I grab a little stick I find on

the floor and slide it in

through the top where I scratch and sigh with relief.

A girl from the cell next to us

comes close to the bars. She

leans on them with her arms

through them and looks

comfortable as if she has

been here for a long time. I

can only assume she is not a

werewolf since the silver on

the bars doesn’t seem to hurt

her. She has blond platinum hair but the dark roots are

already an inch long on the

top of her head. Her hair is curly but looks crunchy, stiff, and dirty. Her light skin is

covered in dark dust and I

also can see some bruises.

Her dark eyes examine me with curiosity. “What’s with

the mask?” She asks.

I shrug. “I don’t know.”

I have no intention of telling

anyone about who I am.

“F**kers don’t know what

else to do to make this shit

show more interesting.”

Kanda’s voice echoes.

Behind me, opposite from the bars that face the arena,

there is a stone wall with a door that leads to a very tiny pit latrine. It has a concrete

slab with a hole in the

middle of it where you sit and do your business. There

is no door so it is opened for whoever walks by to see and

those who are stuck in the

same cell. That is where

Kanda speaks from as she sits

on it and pees.

“Mh, looks stupid if I am

honest. Wouldn’t want to be

stuck with something like

that on my face. Can’t even

see your eyes? Can you see

from that?” The blond girl

says.

“Yeah, I can even see your ugly toasted hair from here.” I reply.

She smiles. “Touché.” She

touches her hair. “Washing

day is in four more days. So I

have no choice.”

“How long have you been

here?”

“Sheril has been here even

since before I arrived.” Kanda

says walking out of the

latrine room.

“You’ve fought?” I ask Sheril.

“Yep.” She responds.

“You are human.”

“Yep.”

“Have you been against other

humans only?”

“Nope.”

“Then…how-”

“Am I still alive?” She finishes

my sentence.

I nod.

“I’m a hunter and a damn

good one.”

I look around feeling a bit

confused about all of this.

“How…who are all these

people and how and why are

they here?”

“The majority here are

rogues but there are many

others who are normal

people and creatures who

have been caught,

kidnapped, or sold.” She

throws a nod at me. “What is

your story?”

“Sold.” I say.

“You?”

“Same. Someone in my hunter’s guild got pissed that I was doing too good of a job and was having recognition. So, they took me out of the board game.” She suddenly looks pissed. “When I get my damn hands on him I

swear…” She stops and takes deep breath.

“Breakfast!” A guard shouts as a few other guards start sliding trays in with food.

I wanted to keep the

conversation going because I

wanted to ask Kanda about

herself. She smells different.

even in between all these

other nasty smells, I can

smell her scent and it is

different from humans and

werewolves, just like that girl that keeps sleeping though they have different scents.

Putting my questions aside,

we eat and even the

no–name girl who was

cuddled up in the corner

joins in.

“When do these games start?”

I ask as we eat.

“Late afternoon when the

sun is starting to go down.”

Kanda says. “So relax all that

you can, we might not live after tonight.”

That does not make me relax

one bit.

spend the day sitting and watching people. There is not much to do after all and

everyone else does the same

or talks with each other until

early afternoon when we are

taken out. We are chained

and led to the market area.

Kanda doesn’t seem

bothered by this so I can

assume that we are safe for

now. We are taken to two

cages in the middle of the

market not far from the

cages that we spent the night in. Those that are fighting

are put in these two giant

cages and displayed to the public.

“This is one of the new ones that will be fighting today.

Number one hundred and

thirty–three.” A guard says, showing me off.

The men and women stare at

me as if I were an animal in a

zoo. It goes like this all day.

Random people come and

look at us as if we were items

to be bought and start

making bets about who they

think is going to win. I hate

1. it.

If there was a clock here, I would be staring at it

nonstop but the sun going

down in the distance could

be counted as the same

thing. The anticipation is killing me and soon, guards are walking around looking scattered. A few of them walk in front of our cell and open

1. it.

“Persian Princess, come.”

“1

One of the guards holding a list in his hand says pointing

at me.

“Persian princess? What the

f**k?”

“They are big on gimmicks. I am the Nubian Pharaoh.”

“Stop talking!” We are all

taken out and shackled on

our hands and legs as they continue to call by these

weird titles.

This is so stupid and all I want to do is punch the

smirk out of these men’s

faces. In the big cell next to us, they take some of them out and they are also called stupid names. This is just

ridiculous.

We are taken to two big rooms deep in the arena,

more like big cages. The

women are put in one room

and the men in the other.

When we are unshackled,

the girls start to look through the armor and weapons in

the room, picking and

choosing what they want to

use.

Only me and one other girl

stand there watching. She

looks at me and seems

scared.

“What are we supposed to

do?” She asks.

“I take it you are new here

too?”

She nods. “I’m Musa.”

“Musa, I’m Cass…or

apparently, The Persian princess.” I roll my eyes. “I guess we are supposed to choose our gear?”

I should be scared like this

poor girl but I am not. I am

angry. I shouldn’t be here,

none of us should. This is

bullshit!

I stride to the armor area.

There are so many metal

armor and they look heavy.

I won’t be able to move in

these. I don’t know who I am fighting but my best bet

would be to rely on my

speed and this will not do. I

move behind the rack of

armor and see the leather

pieces. I quickly take a leather padded chest armor and leather padded pants.

Then I go to the boot

area–which would be the

shoe area but all they have

are boots so the boot

area—and pick something that fits me.

After putting everything on, I look around and see Kanda

has a huge double–sided axe. She swings it in the air with skill. Sheryl swings a metal spear around with ease making it seem easy and they don’t look scared at all.

I look at the weapons, from different types of swords to flails, hammers, and sickles. There is a good variety to

choose from.

But I have not trained with

weapons. Victor was training me with my fists and b*dy first but it would be stupid to go out there unarmed.

I eye the daggers. They are curved and shaped with an

embroidered hilt and a few yellow gems. The metal is shiny as if they have not

been used at all. I think that I

could use these as I would

my fists. I feel like a sword

would require much more

skills and I have none with it

so I choose the daggers.

I give a few swings. I like how

light they are and I can easily

maneuver them.

This will do.

We can hear a crowd outside

now cheering. All the girls

start to huddle in front of the

door where you can look out through a small square opening that also has iron

bars.

“That is a lot of people.” Musa mutters with a jittery voice but she is right. I take a look and I am surprised to

see so many.

“They imprison us and make

us fight to entertain those

bastards. This is ridiculous!”

“Keep that fire for when you are out there.” Sheryl says. “I

won’t go easy on you.”

“Wait, will we fight each

other?” Musa asks.

“Most likely.”

“It depends on that f**ker

Zao’s mood. He calls the

shots.” Kanda says.

Just great. I look at her and notice the golden crown on

her head, like a circlet but it

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the middle.

“What are you wearing?” I

ask her.

“Oh, this thing, Zao wanted me to wear it to tie the whole

Pharaoh thing. To enhance

the gimmick thing.”

“Oh.”

What a weird man.

We suddenly hear the

stinging and bussing sound

of a mic.

“Ladies and gentlemen. Are you ready for tonight’s

entertainment?!”

The crowd screams.

“Yeeeess!”

“Today we have the females

versus the men! A battle of

the s*xes!”

We all look at each other.

“We are going against the

men?” The girls whisper.

“They sometimes do this.”

Kanda says.

The announcer continues.

“Who will win tonight!? Will

it be the women?!

The crowd–which mostly

consists of men–boo and

put their thumbs down.

“Will it be the men?!”

The crowd goes wild

cheering and clapping.

“Then leeeeet’s begin!”

A guard abruptly opens the door and his eyes skim the

room. There are only seven

of us.

“You-” He points at Musa.

“Start it off.”

“What?!”

“Go! You are first!”

“NO! Please no!” She shouts.

“Hey! Leave her alone!” I

shout but immediately the man points a gun at me and a few more guards rush in. I back away knowing that it is probably not a normal bullet in that gun. They take Musa by the arm and pull her out

of the room as she screams

closing the door behind him.

“Don’t be a hero. You won’t live long here.” Sheryl says,

giving me a pat on the

shoulder.

“And we are starting off

people!” We hear the

announcer. “The Blue Snake

against the newly arrived

Sprite. But I have to say it

folks, I don’t see a good

outcome for this tiny

woman. The Blue Snake has

three wins already.”

The girls huddle at the door trying to watch but I just

can’t. This is so unfair. If

they are pining us against

men, they should make it

even at least.

Soon all I hear are the

agonizing screams of Musa.

Then she makes one last

gurgling sound and that is it.

The crowd cheers.

It disgusts me and pisses me

off beyond belief.

“We have a winner! I’m sure

many of you weren’t

expecting any less!” Says the

announcer.

The door opens and guards walk in again. Two of the girls scurry behind the

others as the man skims the

room just as he did before. His eyes land on me and my

heart starts to beat fast.