With her hands wrapped tight in cloth, Amber was ready. Robert placed a hand on her shoulder, she reacted with a glare. “Remember why you’re doing this. Remember who you’re doing this for.” Amber nodded and marched through the dark corridor with a black hood over her head and guard in her mouth.
Standing at the opening, Amber threw a few punches into the air. For you, she thought, mom, dad, Kimmy, and Brad. I will save you all. She finished her thoughts and followed Robert to the ring. He sat her down in one corner and she glared at her opponent in the opposite corner. Her opponent had blond hair but she was similarly built and familiar. “Okay, I know you can do this, all right.”
She nodded and jumped up. Her opponent did the same and as they approached each other, she recognized her. It was Jo, her nemesis in high school. They were always going head to head and keeping scores of how many times each had won. What is she doing here? She wondered as she heard the ding.
Jo threw the first punch and missed. Amber ducked just in time and swung her arm at Jo, colliding with Jo’s jaw. Jo staggered back, temporarily stunned by Amber’s strength. Amber breathed hard. I’ve been waiting for this, she thought excitingly as Jo advanced, swinging her arm desperately. Once again, Amber ducked and returned with twice, three times as much of precise hits. Several hits later, Jo’s face was bloodied and Amber was jumping up and down.
Jo quickly got up and swung her arms again at Amber and as though she had been given a shot of adrenaline, Amber jumped on top of Jo and threw one punch after another. “Amber, stop,” she heard Robert shout, “Amber, that’s enough. You’ve won!” But Amber went on like she didn’t hear him.
Two hands grabbed her from behind and yanked her up. Breathing hard, she stared at Jo’s swollen and bloodied face and spat out her guard. “Release my family now!” She shouted into the crowd.
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“Oh, hurry up, won’t you?” Jean hissed.
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“Take that, you damn dragon!” With a wave of her hand, the young witch shot a spell at the dragon. 
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“We used to live here,” Mara said, “just me, my sister, mom, and dad. As kids, Mindy and I would race up the fire escape to see who wins. Of course, carrying the groceries was always troublesome for mom and dad.” 
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“What am I looking at?” I frown and stare into the clear ball.
“Legend has it the Charles Manor is restless, that there’s a spirit haunting its grounds day and night. 
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