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Silence stood in front of an obviously well-liked man, who wasn't pushed into the arena like he was. The young man had some sort of thin, weak-looking sword with him, one meant to thrust and get in weak attacks, unlike most made for swinging. Finally, the introduction began to add and effect to the mood.

It's all just an act to them...well, I guess I better break a leg. Maybe this guy's.

The announcer's voice was scripted, loud and overly emphasized,
"Good day to all you fans out there! I know it's the first time we've ever tried something like this type of combat as entertainment in....a few centuries, but who here still feels the love of the arena in their bones!!!"

The crowd cheered, as if even 1/3 of them were of Italian decent. Most were just teenagers who had played too much grand theft auto or some other game where watching people die was glorified as entertainment.

"Now, how about we actually introduce these fine, feisty fighters? To the one....corner, the Hooded Hun, the Mob's little B****, the one we all have seen on TV and hate, it's........Silence? Er, SIIILLLEEENNNCCCCE!!!"

The crowd was confused momentarily but quickly booed loudly. Some trash was thrown, but no food. It was too darn expensive to throw away. The announcer swiftly moved on to the young man in the other side of the arena.

"And on the other side, the Governor's son, our Saint for our Souls, Carter Richaaaaards!!!"

The crown abruptly cheered like they all won the lotto 6:49, whistling and cheering all around. But Carter paid no attention to them. He was staring at Silence with disgust.

"The Mob huh? One of those lowlife losers? I can't believe they let a dirty little monster like you in this, much less get make your way through here. I'm guessing you bought your way through."

Silence felt enraged. What did this guy know? What made him better than anyone else? A few good acts? Hell, Silence could do a few good acts and still be called a bad guy. This Carter guy didn't know anything...yet he couldn't have been more right. But Silence wouldn't give in, wouldn't let him know. The man signed his own death warrant.

The bell rang, Carter reaching for his sheathed sword, but a kick from Silence made him miss. A hand grabbed his throat, it's pure strength enough to choke Carter to death. Two jabs cut into his stomach, then he was slammed headfirst into the ground. A hand grabbed his hair, lifted his head, and dashed it against the earth. A foot was placed on his back and he was pulled up, his back stretching and almost cracking as the foot prevented it from bending. Then the same foot lifted, then stamped right back in place, the hand letting go in time for his face to be thrown forward into the unforgiving ground again. Carter could only moan in pain as for an impossible second, nothing happened.

Silence watched the young man moan and close his eyes. He looked so defensless, weak. Lifting an arm, Silence's blade slide out as he prepared to put Carter in a world of hurt. He made for a jab to the back of Carter's head, but stopped. This was being broadcasted nationwide. Many people were watching this. It was exactly 'The Boss' wanted him to be here, to show the country just what the underworld was capable of. Anyone could be watching right now...

...Stacey...

What would she think of him if he played his part? If he killed this man after torturing him? She wouldn't ever look at him the same, not ever. Might not even be able to face him. She might never forgive him. Another person close to him lost, in one of the worst ways possible.

Silence grabbed Carter's head and hit him in the temple, knocking him unconscious. He kicked the young man away and turned to the crowd, then to the cameras. He lifted both his hands and gave them single-finger salutes.

Theses people watch people die for entertainment. Let the underworld have their heads. I'm just not going to do it if it means losing Stacey.

He turned and walked towards the door as the bell signaling a KO rang, the exits opening for Silence to leave and paramedics, who never made an appearance for anyone else for 'some reason', as if it wasn't obvious why, rushed to help Carter and his broken pride.