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An alarm goes off, waking Tomas from his sleep. He flips over and places his hand on the alarm clock, shutting it off. As he opens his eyes, it reads 6:30. He then grabs his phone to check for any calls or messages. After seeing there isn't any, he sits up, grabs some clothes and heads to the shower in his apartment. His apartment isn't the fanciest place, but its better than some other people's apartments. After a quick shower and shave, he heads to the kitchen and goes directly to the fridge. He opens it and grabs some leftover chinese food and quickly grabs a fork from a nearby drawer.

He then goes to the living room, plopping down on the couch, gets the remote and turns on the tv. As the tv turns on, the news is covering the assassinations again. "Seems like that's all people care about these days" Tomas says as he starts eating his makeshift breakfast. When he's about to turn off the tv, the news suddenly changes to a live feed. The reporter woman states "It has just been confirmed that victims thirty five and thirty six have been discovered, and that." Thats all that he hears before turning off the tv and throwing away the empty container and tosses the fork into the sink. He heads out the front door and lock it behind him, leaving the apartment complex.

The fight had been quick, he knew that much. It was Tomas, a regular to the ring and a well known fighter. Five thugs wouldn't have held much against him anyway. It wasn't until a sharp crack split through the air that Aedan's attention was caught. Looking up from his notes, he gave a slight tilt of the head.

To his left he could hear a dissapointed fan grumbling about the pipe. A better perhaps? Scoffing lightly, Aedan turned back to his drink. Men, especially those who bet, could be blind sometimes. Introducing a weapon into the ring would have only rocketed Tomas' chance of winning, even if it wasn't in his hands.

Yes, Aedan had been watching the man. Scouting him, if you will. As Tomas came over to the bar, Aedan closed his book and gave a gentle tap on the bar to gain the waiters attention.

"I've got his tab tonight," He smiled, innocence blaring from his eyes. "He can have whatever he likes."

Looking down the bar to Tomas, he adjusted his glasses before going back to scribbling his notes.

Soda, huh? Aedan thought with a smirk. Good choice. Scribbling in his notebook, he peered over the edge of his glasses as if to check something. Shrugging lightly, his ears gave a light twitch as he was addressed. Turning to face Tomas, he removed his sunglasses.

"Aedan," He greeted in his normal warm tone, flashing the fighter a smile. "I'm sorry if any of this seems at all weird." A small laugh escaped those feminine lips.

"An easy victory deserves an even easier reward, don't you think?"

"Yes Aedan, I do. Thanks for the drink" Tomas said. He didn't know what to make of the elf. He was very young and had a warm tone to his voice. Most people that came here had grizzly voices and were cold, distant people. Tomas hadn't seen him much, but then again, Tomas really didn't pay much attention to spectators. Only time people talked to him, it was either about the fight or they wanna hire him to beat someone who did them wrong, Tomas never really listened, most of the time it was someone that beat them up in a past fight. Looking back at the board, he saw he was the third fight on the upcoming fights board, and took a sip of his soda. Turning to Aedan, Tomas asked "So Aedan, how did you come across this place?"

Putting his notes away, the elf stashed his notepad in his bag.

"Well," He laughed softly. "I need a new fighter, and so far..." He sighed dramatically, gently waving a hand. "No ones caught my attention." Grinning, he looked back to Tomas.

"I plan on taking one of these Lost Souls to the finals," He explained, watching as the Tender refilled his glass. "It'll give me something for my book, and something to do in the mean time." His eyes slowly shifted to Tomas. He had potential and could possibly prove of some use. "Though, I have four boys on my watch list already, but I don;t know if they'll be any good." Was that a challenge in his voice?

Tomas took another sip of his soda and chuckled lightly. Either Aedan was a complete fool or a mastermind to give a challenge to Tomas. Tomas didn't care about the upcoming tournament to be honest. With that much money on the line, peoples true colors came out. Last year, some fans went as far as climbing into the ring and attacking the fighters. This year was gonna be worse because the owner is leaving and the winner would be given the deeds to the place. But on the other hand, the tournament only had the best fighters and Tomas did like a challenge. Looking back over at Aedan, he asks "When do you want the fight to happen?"

The blonde grinned, his attention turning to the ring as the bell sounded. Reaching into his wallet, he produced a small business card.

"You'll be put against the four," He explained, handing the card over. It was very bland card - white all the way around with black lettering. It gave an address and a phone number that Aedan himself could be reached at. "If you win, you'll become my protege. I'll offer you a home, rent free of course. Food and all the amenities included as long as you keep winning."

Aedan wasn't one for being curt, but Tomas sounded like the kind of man who was not one for BS. Stashing his wallet back in his bag, his sipped at his drink. "Of coarse, there will be some small rules you'd have to abide by."

Tomas took the card and put it in his pocket and looked at Aedan, saying "I don't need a place to stay, I got my own. I appreciate it being a prize. I'll call for the time and place sometime tonight." Tomas took another sip of his soda and got up, heading over to the ring. Looking at his opponent, Tomas knew he would win. His opponent was a behemoth of a man, almost 7" tall and extremly muscled. Most fighters would retreat now or piss themselves, but Tomas had seen this man fight before. He always grappled, never threw a punch. Tomas just had to stick and move to beat him. Looking back at Aedan, Tomas yelled "If you wanna make some easy money, you should bet on me!" and entered the ring.

Aedan smirked, nodding lihglty in acknowledgement to the male. As the fight started, he gathered up his things and decided to head towards the Bosses Lounge. He had always been welcome there, especially since he was prettier than most of the girls that normally hung around.

The room was dank and smelled heavily of cigars, but that wasn't a problem. Making his way to one of the chairs, he watched the fight from the window. There were no more than four other men in the room, and they looked like the typical coach type. Not really what Aedan himself went for.

"Beautiful." Aedan purred, bringing his drink to his lips as he listened the hallow wooden sound that the bat made as it connected with the mans face. His search was over. Collecting his things once more, he gave a gentle kiss to one mans forehead, thanking him for the offer of a ride home, but refused.

Slowly, he made his way to the garage.

"Hey, Pretty Boy." Aedan stopped. Leaning on his car were five big burly thugs of different races. "Word around the ring is you got a new favorite."

Aedan scoffed slightly, adjusting his shoulder bag.

"Marth, please get your ass off the Porche." He quipped rather distastefully. Marth, the tallest of the group, grinned, showing of two vampiric fangs.

"Aw, does the big bad coach not want his pwecious car man handled?" He growled, smirking as his gang began to encircle the male; Aedan remained unphased. "Well... let's see how the faggot enjoys being MAN handled." Slowly, the group advanced.

The blonde only huffed and slowly dropped his bag.

"Marth," He started, his voice calm and cool. "If you want to live to see that whore of a girl you call a mate, I suggest you back off now."

"Oh really, and what's a scrawny twerp like you gonna do?"

Aedans smile became a full on smirk. A dark one. Reaching into his pocket, he slowly produced a small silver knife. To anyone else, it was piece of junk. But to Aedan, it was a useable weapon.

"I'll give you to the count of three, Marth."

Tomas had gotten paid and decided he should get his car. He often left it at the fight club because he was there so much and liked walking, but he felt like going out of town this weekend. He walked past the many spectators in complete silence, slipping past everyone without being noticed too much. He started searching for his car, a blue SUV. Tomas knew with the line of work he was in, upsetting the wrong person would be bad for his health. The SUV was outfitted with bulletproof siding and windows, A signal jammer to stop bugs, and heavy plating so it could keep working if hit by an EMP blast. After about ten minutes of searching, he found it and started heading over to it when he noticed a group surrounding a Porche and he could hear them talking but couldn't make out what they were saying. He couldn't see who they were talking to, but he know something was about to happen. Tomas started walking over to the group, hoping they were just admiring the car.