After what seemed like a never ending walk through the many abandon streets and narrow alleys, Mark finally reached the underground area of the city.

The main streets decorated with neon lights and mean looking gangsters sitting at every corner toying with their sharp weapons, every few steps many intersections leading to the small alleys filled with dirt and dead end paths.

The smell of cigarettes and alcohol intoxicating, hair strands standing as shivers crawl down the body. As the strong smell of iron starting to infiltrate into the mix of the familiar scents, it was the small of fresh blood decorating the crocked floor tiles.

Mark couldn’t noticed the usually familiar faces are gone, replaced by new looking people he couldn’t bother to focus on, head hangs low as he drag his trembling legs with the pure power of adrenalin circulating through his veins, their faces looking like a blurry smear at the side of his vision.

He got so close, two more steps to the shop area where Alice's shop is, but he couldn’t do it. He was too scared to break a promise he made with Alice.

And so all the adrenalin disappeared at once letting the realization he shouldn’t be here sink in. He took one last breath of the intoxicating air surrounding him, as if to gain courage he wasn’t quite sure exist in him as he turned around without glancing back, not even once.

As he walked his way back to the dorms, he felt this uneasy feeling, peeking some secret glances at the people walking behind him through the messy bangs covering his eyes.

Mark had this feeling like he is being followed by this group walking at this relatively slow pace behind him. Laughing among themselves, looking at him with those wide smirks plastered on their cocky looking faces.

The boy tried to walk faster hoping to see if they try to keep up with him or not. They did.

Mark knew the streets of the Ground as the palm of his hand, so he knew he will be at a disadvantage at the next intersection where he has to climb over a dead end.

He stops in front of the intersection fully well aware he is going to his own death. Clenching his tight fists at the sides of his body, a deep intoxicating breath, lifting his head up to look at the dead end he is about to walk into, as he walks confidently in.

He turns around at the sound of heavy shoes stomping the ground harshly. 5, there were 5 of them standing there blocking the exit. Each one of them at the size of a hippo, tattoos covering the toned muscle, black edgy clothing and emo looking hair styles in colorful rainbows.

Looking straight into their black eyes, he smirked at them. If I'm going down I'm dragging at least two of you with me. Parting his chapped lips he said only one word before the bloody fight began.

"Come".

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