The Street Fighter Meets The Gang Leader
Chapter 6 — The Mysterious Demon?

-Nickolas' POV-

"Wait, I'm still confused, Nick. She's the most well-known female street fighter, and the second strongest street fighter in general and yet no one knows anything about her?" Jake asks, and I sigh in response, understanding his confusion and unhappy with the situation as well.

"That and the fact that she's one of the only females in the face-offs. She's around our age but we can't be too sure, plus her partner is the strongest street fighter in the world." I replied, reading over the information that Jason had gathered not too long ago.

"So the 'Mysterious' part in her name isn't just for show?" I shrugged back as we walked towards the others. I instructed earlier that they all started training for tonight, warming up, being ready to fight, because I knew that these face-offs weren't just going to be easy fights. Streetfighters were dangerous, almost monstrous, people.

I made my way to my own punching bag and started punching as thoughts ran around my head. The Mysterious Demon wasn't my only problem. I also had to be aware of Dominic. There was something I was almost sure she was keeping hidden. Her weakness. And if I could only figure out what that was, I could bring her down once and for all.

I was brought out of my thoughts when Blake came by the punching bag and almost got hit. "Woah there, man! Don't you think you've bullied the punching bag enough?" He exclaimed with a light chuckle. Then an idea struck in my head. "Blake I have a job for you." He raised a brow but nodded anyway, telling me he was listening to what I was saying. "I need you to become friends with Dominic and get to know her, her background, her weaknesses. I trust you can do that." I say, and he gives me a smug look back.

"When did it go from the Mysterious Demon to Dominic, boss?" He taunts, and I knew exactly what he was trying to say.

"Fuck off Blake or I'll use you as my punching bag" I threatened but he's not affected. He was cool about it. That's what people loved about him. He's always been collected and calm. The only time I've seen him lose his cool was when he lost his parents and it was something I never wish to see ever again.

He puts his arms up in reply to my threat and walks away. "I'll talk to her tomorrow." He says and leaves.

"You are...?"

In front of me stood a guy my height but in a uniform. He was probably the guard for street fighters. For the past 10 minutes, I've been watching him let in some fighters he must recognize and asked others for ID before also letting them in. I have also watched him beat up the people who aren't in either category.

Jason hands me our IDs that he had made prior and after having them checked, the guard smirks slightly before giving the IDs back and letting us in. I couldn't help but feel offended. It was as if he didn't think we'd be any good in here. However, when we got into the street fighter's area, I was quick to realize we didn't really fit in either. No one was seen in a group. People were focused, angry, determined. I didn't let it distract me though. I looked around trying to replace the Mysterious Demon but didn't see her.

As the boys got ready, I walked around a bit more and landed in front of a door with two names engraved on a gold sign hammered onto it. The names were: 'Champ and MD.'

"Found you," I whispered but before I could reach for the handle, a hand landed on my shoulder. When I turned, I saw some older guy looking down at me. He was probably a street fighter from this bar.

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"You lost, kid?" He asks, and I shook my head.

"No, why?" he scoffed before looking back at the door.

"Because no one has the guts to willingly walk up to this door with a smirk of his face. Inside this room is the first and second strongest fucking fighters in the whole fucking country. The only people they replace challenging are each other which is why they stick together. "

My eyebrow raises as I listen to him. "And you're standing here 'willingly' because?" I question, and he lets out a low chuckle.

"To let you know that if Champ walks out to see an unfamiliar face, he won't be merciful enough to let you go without getting hurt. So, I suggest you walk away." I almost scoff at him. These people were so afraid for no reason. "Thanks for the warning," I responded and looked at him in a way to say that I wanted him to fuck off. He shrugged and leaves.

I lean closer to the door after that, trying to listen in to anything that was going on inside and what I heard left me disturbed and slightly frightened.

There was a crash before a male's voice shouts out, "Fuck up, Demon! The fights are in less than an hour and you're going sloppy!" Then there was a thud and the ground beneath me shook. "Me?! Look at yourself! You're practically on your knees already!"

And it carried on for another few minutes before there were some panting and calmer voices. I assumed they had stopped because the Champ then says, "Freshen up and get yourself ready. Won't want to look bad for those fans of yours, would you?" A woman's chuckle followed before the door was suddenly opened, revealing me to the Champ.

"Oh, look at that" I look up to see a tall, muscular, tanned skin man looking down at me with pity as he crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame. His hair was blond, and he had a bit of facial hair but in general, looked pretty young despite being in his late twenties. "Demon, there's a guy out here. Same size as you." He hums as if he's thinking and then smirks, "You order any pizza?" He asked with amusement which pisses me off. He's underestimating me. "No." We hear her answer, and he grins devilishly.

"Want me to beat him up or are you gonna do that in the competition? He seems like a good warm up." He called back, and I curl my hands into fists.

There was a sound of the Mysterious Demon's light footsteps coming toward the door before her figure stood next to The Champ. My eyes scanned her up and down. She was wearing an oversized grey hoodie with a leather jacket hanging off of her shoulders. A gold-black metallic mask on her face, it looked as if a once full-face mask had been broken on the top left and bottom right so half of her mouth and the top left of her face could be seen but I couldn't identify her as anyone I knew. One thing that did interest me though was her eyes.

They were pure black.