Chapter Five: http://theramblingperson.blogspot.co.uk/2012/02/five-out-of-five-for-length.html
Chapter Six: http://theramblingperson.blogspot.com/2012/04/its-been-too-long.html
Chapter Seven: http://theramblingperson.blogspot.co.uk/2012/04/short-chapter.html
Chapter Ten; http://theramblingperson.blogspot.com/2012/05/i-need-to-write-more.html
Well last week I said I needed to write more and I did just that. On that day actually I wrote about four or five new chapters that if I'm feeling generous (and I write even more) can actually be turned into two or three. Just to be nice. Anyway, as per the suggestion of I think it was Jimmy Fungus, a quick recap of what happened in our last exciting installment. Trent woke up in his giant underground vault and went back to the hospital to pick up Geoff. He overslept though and Geoff had already left the hospital, so he asked Dr. Osbourne to call Geoff and tell him to meet him at some strange (and obviously dangerous) place called The 9th Circle. Now Trent is off on his way there, and that's where we come in. To spy in him like the weird voyeurs we are.
After Trent left the hospital he turned left and headed down the street. He turned a few more times, walking with a purpose and trying to avoid looking at anyone. He was trying to avoid being noticed. He came to an alleyway about ten minutes later and, after making sure no one was around, he walked down it until he came to a door. He knocked on it three times and a slot in the window opened. He could see a pair of eyes looking at him.
“What do you want?”, he heard a gruff voice ask.
“I want to enter The 9th Circle.” he replied. The eyes looked him up and down.
“What are you going to do?”, the voice asked.
“I'm going to fight my way through Hell and come out alive, unbeaten.” was Trent's response. At this he heard a laugh and the slot closed. A few seconds later he heard a click and the door was open. A tall, burly man was stood there, still laughing. He had a bald head and was covered in tattoos. The main one was a long dragon one that seemed to cover most of his entire body. It looked like it was wrapping itself around him. After he stopped laughing he motioned Trent inside and shut the door behind him. Trent looked around and saw he was in a small room with a door on the other side, behind the tall guy.
“There is only ever been one man who survived the entire 9th Circle of Hell unbeaten. That was some time ago too. You really think you can do it?” he asked Trent. Trent laughed back and stuck his hands behind his head.
“I reckon I can.” he said. “The last guy who did it is a close personal friend and he taught me everything he knows. When do we get started anyway?” he asked the man, who was now slightly stunned at Trent's response. He had only heard a little about the man who was strong enough to beat everybody who he fought.
“We start in ten minutes” he said, after composing himself. “If you need to get ready then you should do it now. Might I suggest praying to your Gods?” he remarked sarcastically.
“You mean I should pray to myself? I'm not sure how well that would work.” Trent said, moving past the man and going to open the other door. He was just about to open it when he heard another knock on the door behind him. He heard the tall guy ask what the visitor wanted and listened to the reply.
“I'm umm, I'm looking for Trent. I was told he'd be here.” he heard Geoff say.
“There is no Trent here, go away” the man replied. Trent walked back to the back door and tapped the big guy on the back.
“What do you want this time, little man?” he asked Trent.
“He's looking for me. Let him in.” The big guy shook his head.
“I can't let a kid like that in.”
“Hey I'm not a kid!” Geoff shouted from outside. “Trent, can you get me in?”
“Let him in. He won't be no trouble. I'll keep an eye on him and if he does something, I'll take responsibility. He won't get in the way, he just came to watch.” Trent said to the big man. The guy sighed before unlocking the door and letting Geoff in. Geoff came in wearing Trent's hat and went to hug Trent but stopped himself before he did and held out his hand for a shake instead. Trent shook his hand but then pulled him in for a hug and wrapped his arms around him. Trent walked him to the door at the back of the room and opened it. The inside was fairly large. There was a bar in one corner and a big cage in the middle. Surrounding the cage was a few rows of benches for spectators. Most of the stands were full already as the event was about to start.
“Welcome Geoff,” Trent started, motioning to the room, “to The 9th Circle. The roughest, toughest, meanest, fighting club on at the very least this street.” Trent turned to look at Geoff who was looking around the room taking it all in. He let Geoff do that for a few seconds before turning him around to face him.
“Now, I promised Danny that I'd keep you safe. So I want you to just sit in the stands and watch while I do my thing. Try to avoid talking people. The fights aren't limited to just the cage, and I don't want you getting' hurt on my watch. 'Specially not after I promised to keep you safe. You can keep a hold of my hat and here,” he said, shrugging off his coat and putting it around Geoff, “I want you to keep an eye on this too. We shouldn't be here too long. Maybe an hour at most. You got all that?” he asked. Geoff nodded and looked for a place to sit. He started to walk off before turning around and looking at Trent.
“It's nice to see you again Trent.” he said. Trent smiled at him and started walking towards another door near the entrance to the cage.
“It's nice to see you too Geoff. Thanks for keeping my hat safe.” he replied before disappearing into the other room where the competitors were getting ready.
By the way there are no real rules, I just wanted to make a Fight Club reference.