Words got around faster than Jack thought. By the next day morning every inmate knew he was the new fighter representing Supermax in the next inter-prison fight. Dud was busier than usual and so were other bookies. The odds were not in Jack’s favor. He didn’t understand why. Even he didn’t know who the opposing fighter was.
“Everybody is excited, thanks to you. Haven't seen it for a while,” Ethan said sadly and sat next to Jack.
“Really?” Jack asked.
“The last game was like a year ago. Maybe longer,” said Ethan.
“Because there is no fighter?” Jack asked.
“There are always fighters among this group of guys, but they are just not as good as what other prisons have. Supermax suffered a losing streak, so embarrassing that the warden decided to stop for a while,” said Ethan.
“I see,” said Jack.
“Sorry, I didn't help you yesterday,” said Ethan.
“There was nothing you can do. I am glad it turned out this way,” said Jack.
“It's fight to death. You are glad?” Ethan asked in surprise.
“Now I have a chance to join First Species. Don't get me wrong. I want to get out, but if it is impossible, I may at least fly the pod,” said Jack.
“Warden promise you that?” Ethan asked.
“You believe that shit? We are Second Species. That will never happen,” said Ethan.
“Someone made it. I mean, not in here, but still,” said Jack.
“You are thinking Mikea Stonea,” said Ethan.
Ethan flashed a bitter smile. “Yea, kids like you all admire Mikea Stonea,” he said in a heavy voice.
There was something in the voice, but Jack couldn't put his finger on it. “You sound weird,” said he.
“No, no. I…I...anyway, listen, you are very likely to travel to another prison to fight. That will be your best chance to get out. Other prisons are not as secure as Supermax,” Ethan said quickly.
"I know," Jack said and finished the brown stuff in front of him.
In the following days Jack heard nothing about the fight, no location, no date, no info of the opponent. The food was the same and so was the work. Then one night four guards showed up in front of his cell.
“It's time for your first fight,” one of them said without emotion.
“Zzzzz.” The laser bars disappeared.
Jack walked out of his cell.
“Hey, Jack, don't die. You still owe me a favor,” said Dud.
Ignoring Dud, Jack followed the guards, reached the bridge and got blindfolded. It was a long walk and there were stairs. Then he sat down at somewhere cool, his hands and feet restrained. After a few minutes he heard low humming, followed by a jolt that pushed his back against whatever was behind him.
“Here we go,” Jack said loudly, wishing to find out whether he was alone or not.
Jack pulled his hands, but they didn't go far enough to reach the blindfold.
“What's the matter?” A cold voice asked.
“Oh…it’s itchy,” said Jack.
“It won’t kill you.”
“OK,” Jack said and sat back.
It wasn't a long ride at least Jack felt so. He walked off the ship still blindfolded. The air was hot and humid, carrying the smell of swamp. The floor was a little sticky or maybe it was just his shoes. After a short walk Jack was stopped and the blindfold was removed. He was in a small room. A plastic chair was lying lonely on its back in the center under the dim light, greenish liquid seeping out of the ceiling, dust falling out of the only air vent above the chair. Jack uprighted the chair and sat down.
There were four guards, two outside and two inside. There might be more in the hallway. The room had only one entrance and it was missing a door.
“The fight will start in one hour,” said one of the guards.
Jack nodded, but his heart wasn't on it.
“Drip. Drip. Drip.” The sound came from the air vent, but there was no sign of any liquid.
“Dah. Dah. Dah.” This time It was longer for each one.
“Drip. Dah. Dah. Dah. Drip. Dah. Dah. Drip. Dah. Drip. Dah. Drip. Dah.”
“Drip. Dah. Dah. Dah. Drip. Dah. Dah. Drip. Dah. Drip. Dah. Drip. Dah.”
“Morse code.” Jack looked up and the sound came again. This time it said restroom. Now Jack could barely sit still on the chair. Someone was going to rescue him, probably Gloira or Erikon or both.
“I need to go to restroom,” Jack said quickly.
The two guards in the room exchanged their look.
“I need to use restroom,” Jack said in a calm voice, much slower than the first one.
“This way,” one guard said and showed Jack to the next-door restroom. It was a tiny room, fitted with one sink and one toilet. It smelt so bad that Jack and the guard both threw up upon opening the door.
“You are welcome to stay,” Jack said, covering his nose.
The guard slammed the door closed. Jack tried to lock it, but the lock wasn't working. He pressed against the door and listened carefully. There were at least two guards outside.
“Clank.” The vent cover on the ceiling opened and a familiar face emerged from the vent. It was Titainein.
Jack froze there like a statute. She was the last person he expected.
Titainein jumped in like a cat and hugged Jack. “Good to see you,” she said quietly.
“This…is a surprise,” Jack said, pushing his jaw back to where it was supposed to be.
“I know,” she said and took out a device from the black bodysuit she was wearing.
“What's that?” Jack asked.
“To find trackers. They are not stupid,” Titainein said, scanning Jack with the device.
“Right,” said Jack.
“Oh, shit. Shit!”
“There is more than one?” Jack asked in a worried voice.
“Nanorobots. Thousands of them," said Titainein.
“Shit! But you come prepared, right?” Jack asked.
“Not for this. Let me think. Let me think," Titainein said quickly, looking around. The electric box over the toilet caught her eyes. She dashed to it and pulled its door open. “Listen, this sounds crazy, but it will work. High voltage will short-circuit all nanorobots in your body,” said she.
“Hold on. Hold on. That high voltage will kill me,” said Jack.
“Yes, but I will bring you back,” Titainein said confidently, looking into Jack's eyes.
“Wait. Wait. You done it before?” Jack asked.
Jack turned around, facing the door. “I…I don't know,” said he.
“We don't have time. We do it now or never,” said Titainein.
“Anyone else with you?” Jack asked.
“Just me,” said Titainein.
“What?” Jack said and turned to face her.
“You think my father would approve this?” Titainein asked.
“Knock. Knock. Knock.”
“Give me a minute,” Jack shouted at the door.
Jack looked back and forth at the electric box and Titainein. “We don't have time. You go,” he said quickly.
“I am not leaving without you,” Titainein said in a determined tone.
“You want to die together?” Jack asked, holding her shoulders.
Titainein fell silent.
“Knock. Knock. Knock.”
“Just a minute,” Jack shouted.
“What's taking so long?”
“Go!” Jack said and lifted Titainein up towards the vent. She looked at Jack one last time and grabbed the edge of the vent. Jack lifted her feet while she pulled herself into the air duct.
“Titainein, is Gloira dating Klaycon?” Jack asked quickly.
“BAM!” The door was kicked open.
“What's going on?” One guard asked, checking the tiny room.
“I was…was…” Jack said, his eyes glancing at the vent which was closed already.
“What?” The other guard shouted.
“I was jerking off,” Jack said reluctantly.
“Fucking Second Species,” said one guard.
“What do you expect?” The other guard asked.
Jack returned to the room, too worked up to sit down. What he regretted most was he didn't ask the question earlier. He looked up at the vent, wishing to hear the Morse code of NO.
“It is time,” the warden said, walking into the room.
“Anything I should know about my opponent?” Jack asked in a sarcastic voice.
“He is fast. You better win. I put a lot of money on you,” said the warden.
Sandwiched between guards, Jack left the room, passed a short corridor and a heavy gate, made a few turns and arrived at a mass hall where a makeshift boxing ring was set up in the center. The ring wasn't a square but a ring and the ropes were replaced by steel rods with long and sharp spikes. There were less than 100 spectators who wore fancy clothes and expensive jewels. Except for Jack there was not a single soul of Second Species. The warden picked up a seat next to the ring and gave Jack a serious nod. Jack entered the ring through a side door and walked about stretching.
Suddenly the clamoring stopped. Jack looked beyond the crowd and saw a small dude in dirty blue prison garb entering the hall. He was a Btienen, a Second Species known for their stamina and speed. He had two disproportionately long legs, a square face and two yellow lizard eyes.
“Of course he is fast,” Jack said to himself.
The Btienen jumped in the air like a fog and landed in the ring with a big bang.
“I am Sasa. What's your name?”
Looking up and down at Sasa who only reached Jack's waist, Jack knew he could drop him in one punch if he could land one.
“You don't have a name?” Sasa asked coldly.
''Whatever," Jack said and charged at Sasa.
The crowd went wild.
Jack threw a right jab and a left hook in a blink. Without moving his feet, Sasa bent its body left and right as if there was no bone in it. Jack fired another combination, but Sasa was so fast that none of them came close.
“My turn,” Sasa said with a crooked smile and started running in circles.
Jack was turning around and soon got dizzy. When he stopped, he felt a sharp pain at the back of his right leg. He turned and thrust his right hand at Sasa, grabbing his oily sleeve. Sasa slipped away without breaking a sweat and started circling again.
Another hit landed on Jack's right cheek, followed by another on his left temple. When Jack put up his hands, he got another shot on his back.
“Aaaaah,” Jack screamed and fell on his knees.
“Come on.” The crowd cheered.
Jack stood up, wishing he had both eyes. In an instant he realized he had been doing it wrong and closed his only good eye.
The tramping was getting louder and louder.
“Patient. Patient. Now!” Jack fired his right fist at full strength.
“BAM!” It landed solidly.
“Aaaaah.” A painful scream.
A hush fell over the crowd.
Jack opened his eyes and saw Sasa on spikes, two in chest, one in left leg, two in right leg, and one in left arm.
Sasa coughed up a blob of blood, his face darkening. “Finish me,” he said in a begging voice.
“Finish him!” The crowd yelled.
Jack walked to Sasa and grasped his neck.
“Clank.” He broke it.
When Jack left the ring, the guards blindfolded him right away. He felt the way back to Supermax was much longer. When the blindfold was removed, he saw a spacious cell finished with tables, chairs, couches and gym equipment, but what really caught his eye was a red-haired Tizuee girl sitting on the king-size bed.
“This is where the fighter used to live. I threw in something extra. Nothing is better than fuck after a fight, right?” The warden asked proudly.
Jack kept his cool, checking out the girl from the corner of his eye.
“Anyway, I must admit I was impressed. I was nervous though. All my saving was there, but you just have to take a leap of faith, like what human always say,” said the warden.
“This is not what you promised me,” Jack said in a bland tone.
“You mean flying the pod? You see, I can't just hand it to you because of one win. That's not fair to the previous fighters,” said the warden.
“They are all dead, aren't they?” Jack asked.
“That's beyond the point. Some of them did win three or four times,” said the warden.
“How many times do I have to win then?” Jack asked.
“We will talk about it later. Now why don't you have some fun? Remember you can fuck her three times when you win a fight,” the warden said and locked the cell door.
Keeping her head low, the girl started undressing. She looked like 20 something, her breasts round and heavy, her waist small and shallow, her legs long and slender.
“Raise your head,” Jack ordered, having a hard-on already.
She did obediently and looked at Jack without any emotion. For a second Jack forgot to breath because of her resemblance to Titainein. She was older and more womanly, but she had the exactly same eyes, one green and one blue, her face a little rounder and her mouth smaller.
“You are…” Jack was about to ask whether she was Titainein's sister, but then he recalled Titainein never mentioned a sister.
She looked away and simply opened her legs.
Jack always wanted to fuck Titainein, but he didn't because she was his friend. Now this girl would make it up. He threw away his clothes and walked to her naked. She spit on her right hand and wet her pussy when he aligned his long and thick shaft to it.
“Wait, how did you get this scar?” The girl asked, pointing at the black scar on Jack's left shoulder.
Jack didn't wait and shoved it all the way in. It had been so long since last time he had sex that he almost came right there, but he held it and started pounding slowly.
Knocked out of wind, she tried to push herself away, but Jack's hands clenched her tits like tongs, holding her in place. After a minute or so she gave in and wrapped her legs around his waist. Jack pounded faster and faster and soon felt the uncontrollable force in his lower body.
“Aaaaaah,” he roared and exploded in her.
“That was quick,” she said, panting.
Jack started pounding again with his limp shaft. A mixture of his semen and her love liquid oozed out at every in-and-out. After three minutes he got hard again.
A surprise came over her face.
“This time will be long,” Jack said and folded her like a piece of paper. Now every thrust went as deep as it could go.
“Yea, yea, fuck me! Fuck me!” She yelled.
Jack fucked her in the next 20 minutes and came inside her again before collapsing on her. “How long this time?” He asked ironically.
She looked at him, her eyes blank, her body still shaking. After a while she came to her sense. “How did you get the scar?” She asked.
“An accident. A long time ago,” Jack said, knowing very well that she could be spying for the warden.
“Must be some accident,” she said in a cynical tone.
“What do you mean?” Jack asked.
“This scar was made by a very special blade. There are only five of them. It should have killed you,” said she.
“Ooooh, an educated whore. What's your name?” Jack asked.
“A whore doesn't need name,” she said and rolled away from Jack. She left the bed and got dressed.
Jack noticed the tattoo of Yasily, the God of Revenge in Tizuee's fairy tales, on her right shoulder.
She knocked on the cell door. A small slot opened. Then the guard unlocked the door and let her out.
- Colorado US
Bio: I am a radiochemist who makes radio-labeled pharmaceuticals. Have no idea what that is? You are not alone. For a guy who doesn't like traveling, there is no place my mind won't go. The deep abyss near Mariana, the desolate ruins at Chernobyl, the lonely tropical forests and the haunting infinity of the universe, to name a few. I often write down those moments and slowly they grow into stories. I guess that is why I started writing. It feels like a waste if I don't.