As a smile spread across my face, I felt a trace of warm darkness wrap around me and my heart stopped. Finn.
“As long as you’re with me we shouldn’t have a problem getting into the coliseum, but we may have to improvise in order to get you close enough to Finn.” I patted my jacket pocket where I had hidden the pomegranate and nodded in agreement.
I followed her up the rocky beach towards a large cliff that towered high into the night sky.
Unsure as to how we were going to scale the massive rock face, I was extremely relieved when I spotted what looked to be a tunnel. It was an unassuming arched entrance about ten feet wide and eight feet tall.
“This is the back entrance,” Natasha whispered to me; her eyes fixed up ahead of us. The back entrance? What I thought had been a rock face was actually the back side of the coliseum that I had seen in my vision. As we made our way through the dim tunnel, we began to hear voices up ahead and Natasha whispered to me over her shoulder.
“I think your best bet is to stay on this main level. I’m allowed one visit before the fight starts. You’ll follow me to his room, but the security will be extremely heavy, so you’ll need to make sure you are not seen. They will keep him there until the beginning of the fight,” she glanced down at her watch, “which is in fifteen minutes. He’ll be escorted to a platform, where he’ll wait for the signal to enter the arena.”
“Okay.” Knowing what was at stake, I had to deliberately calm down my frantic thoughts and shaking legs.
“Once on the platform, he’ll be alone for only a couple of minutes. That might be your only chance.” She took my hands in hers, “Good luck, dear. And remember, if you are unable to convince him, do not feel guilty about his sacrifice. My son’s happiness is all that matters to me; not the Prime position, not the Underworld, not even the Sons. He loves you. You make him happy.” Tears collected in her bright blue eyes.
“Thank you so much, Natasha,” I hugged her fiercely, “for everything.”
“Time to go,” she smiled, as she smoothed out her clothes and took a deep breath. I nodded as I began to follow her down the tunnel. We veered to the left, and I could just make out a larger room up ahead. Natasha put her hand up to signal for me to stop, so I pressed my body against the rock wall and looked on in silence as she continued. Two men dressed in black suits stepped forward, seemingly out of nowhere. They nodded respectfully to her.
“Welcome, Natasha,” one of the men greeted her. “Finn is awaiting your arrival.”
“Thank you,” she obliged. The two men stepped aside and I leaned forward slightly in order to see Natasha open a thick wooden door, slip inside and close it behind her. I leaned back against the wall and scanned the tunnel for any nook or cranny that would fit a person. I couldn’t very well lean up against the wall while they escorted him out to the arena.
Several yards away, there was a crack in the wall where I thought I might be able to squeeze myself into. Wryly, I thought the fact that I hadn’t eaten in at least twelve hours should help. As if on cue, my stomach rumbled loudly. The acoustics within the stone tunnel were not conducive to someone who did not want to be seen or heard. I inspected the crack in the wall and decided I could fit. I turned sideways and shimmied my body inside. It was extremely uncomfortable, considering that several stones were sticking into my back and legs, but it worked.
After about five minutes crammed into the crack of the wall, I had begun to develop a fear of small spaces. I held my breath as I heard a click and then soft footsteps coming down the hall.
Natasha padded by, tears streaming down her face. As silence fell over the tunnel once again, my stomach became one big ball of nerves and my forehead broke out in a cold sweat. I closed my eyes and tried to take several deep breaths, but it did little to calm me. I had no idea how I intended to pull this off. Even if I somehow made it to the platform, I had only minutes to convince him not to deny everything he’d worked for up to this point.
“Let’s do this,” the sound of Finn’s voice created an explosion of emotions that rocked me to the core. Tears sprung to my eyes, as it took everything I had not to run to him and throw my arms around him. As their footsteps echoed off the tunnel walls, adrenaline began to pump through my veins and all of my already heightened senses became alerted. The world stopped once I caught a glimpse of his handsome face as he walked by with the two men in black suits. They were explaining to him what would happen next.
“…your axes are in the arena and you will wait until given the signal to enter…”
I shimmied back out of my crack in the wall and instantly took a deep breath. I made a mental note not to make a habit out of hiding in cracked walls. I looked back towards the direction they had come to make sure the coast was clear. Then I crouched down and followed the sound of their voices. As we rounded a corner I began to hear the crowd above. The rhythmic pulse of their stomping feet matched my own beating heart and I felt each stomp deep within as it sent pulses through my body. Their chanting voices reminded me of my vision as a blast of light filled the corridor. I peeked around the wall to see Finn’s dark figure standing alone on a black raised platform; the sounds of the arena beckoning to him from only feet away. Wearing black shorts and no shirt, he matched the image I had seen. His hands were at his sides, wrapped in his signature leather gloves.
The immense sound became deafening as the crowd became more impatient. Knowing that I didn’t have much time, I decided to move.
I looked around quickly to make sure that no one else was around, and then stepped around the corner towards the platform. Right before I got to the three small steps leading up to him, a loud horn sounded from the arena and Finn began to walk into the arena. With my heart in my chest I leapt up the steps; missing one and crashing down onto my knees.
“Finn!” I shouted out to him, but the sound of the crowd drowned out my cries. I watched in quiet horror as another figure began to walk towards Finn from the other side of the arena. Maddox.
Also wearing black shorts, his strong chest tensed with each step he took. I scrambled to my feet and pressed my back to the wall, peering out of the doorway. The height of the arena was dizzying, and it was packed to capacity with cheering Sons. The bright lights I had seen in my vision were shining down onto the black circle Maddox and Finn now stood in. They halted their steps and silently nodded their heads at each other respectfully.
Maddox’s dark face was serious and menacing as he fixed his eyes on Finn’s. They looked very similar, although Maddox’s features were slightly harsher. His blue eyes flashed as another horn sounded and the crowd erupted. Confusion swept over me as I tried to figure out why Finn hadn’t stopped the fight yet. Was he waiting until he killed Maddox? My thoughts were interrupted by a shrill bell that signaled the beginning of the fight. They immediately knelt in a defensive stance and began to circle one another. Finn was the first to lunge at Maddox; immediately connecting his punch to Maddox’s jaw. Unphased, Maddox punched Finn in the stomach; pulling his head down and kneeing him in the chest. With a pained expression, Finn straightened and lunged again. Punch after punch was thrown until they were both bleeding and bruised. Maddox’s left eye had swollen almost completely shut and Finn’s lip was gushing blood. I realized that they both healed extremely fast, which must be part of the difficulty of the fight. Finn connected one last punch, sending blood flying from Maddox’s nose. I cringed as he fell to the ground and then immediately hopped back up to his feet.
The horn sounded once again and they both stopped, stepping away from each other. I jumped when the shrill bell sounded two more times, and then watched as they lunged for their weapons with quiet speed; Finn holding his double blade axe, the diamonds and black onyx on the handle glinting in the lights. Maddox gripped a sword with a thick, curved blade and my heart began to beat wildly. Finn expertly swung the double blade axe around his head and body, causing Maddox to follow its every movement in preparation for when he swung it at him. Both experts at their weapons, it was more like watching a dance than a fight. Their movements were fluid and precise, each darting out of the way at the last moment. Every swing of Maddox’s blade, every lunge he made stirred a terror in me that wouldn’t let go.