The Fighter (AU/Punk)

Sages POV
CAN SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME.
I had sex with Harry. The man who I am trying to have thrown in prison. Who is holding my ex fiancé captive. Who literally only cares about sex.
Maybe I had a few more glasses of wine last night then I let on. I rub my temples as the events of last night play over and over again in my brain.
Best case scenario: Harry regrets having sex with me last night but wants to be friends and tell me all his gang secrets.
That's unlikely.
I groan and sip at my coffee, leaning against the counter. The worst part is that even though I should regret what we did last night, I don't. I don't regret it one bit. My emotions are getting in the way of this assignment. I can not have feelings for him. I remember how he ripped out my stitches and hit Danny and the hatred I felt towards him rushes back to me. I shove the butterflies and tingling sensations I get when he touches me down, forgetting them. From this point on I cannot let Harry styles affect me. He will not make me fall in love with him. I down the rest of my coffee and get dressed quickly, I have work to do today.
I grab my keys and phone and rush out of the apartment, dialing a phone number as I walk. He picks up on the second ring.
"Hullo?" Zayns voice quizzes.
"Hey Zayn it's me, status update?" I ask, referring to our Daniel plan.
"Yeah Sage it's totally okay to change the bandage without my help," Zayn coaches sincerely. He must be with one of the guys, or all of them.
"Where are you?" I ask and start my car, blasting the air conditioning.
"I don't think it's a good idea for you to be working but I don't think there's anything I can say to stop you," Zayn replies. He's not going to tell me. Dick.
"Whatever Zayn," I mumble and end the call before driving to the gym.
The sweaty bodies of muscular men punching each other in the face was my first hint that there was an actual fight going on in the ring. My second hint was the jeering crowd gathered around. I spot tony and push my way through the observers to get to tony.
"What the hell Tony?" I practically have to shout to be heard over the crowd.
"I know, it's very impromptu," he says and grins, his white teeth blinding me.
"Since when do you have fights here?" I ask. I have to crane my neck to talk to his tall figure.
"This is a private training session Sage," tony says and winks.
I groan and roll my eyes and stand back to watch the fight okay out. One of the guys was clearly killing the other. As I observe them I keep wanting to shout what the losing man should do. A woman in tall heels whispers something in Tonys ear and he looks pissed.
"What do you mean she chickened out?" He grumbles before glancing at me. He does a double take and grins. "Looks like I'm down a fighter, you up to kick some ass?"
I look at my outfit. I'm not exactly dressed to fight. That coupled with my throbbing arm didn't put me in any position to fight, but I couldn't resist.
"I'm game," I say and his face breaks into a grin.
"Great, you're up next princess," he says and I turn to go change into some spare clothes I keep here. "Don't let me down!" I shudder at the threatening undercurrent of his tone but continue walking to the women's locker room. I grab a black sports bra and some black spandex with a graphic pattern on them. I slip off my shoes and wrap my hands in black tape, after raking my hair into a bun.
I crack my neck and back before heading out of the locker room and over to tony. As I push through the crowd someone grabs my arm. I turn to see chocolate brown eyes looking at me with concern.
"Are you fighting?" Liam asks deeply.
"You bet," I say and his grip loosens on my arm.
"I don't think that's a good idea Sage," he warns but at that moment a curly haired boy saunters up behind Liam.
"Hello love," Harry says cheekily and smiles at me. "I take it you're fighting, that's swell I'm excited to see it."
"Fabulous," I mutter before delving back into the crowd. When I get to tony I see that the losing guy is unconscious and on the ground, a few men drag his lifeless body away.
"You ready?" Tony asks and I nod in response.
"Who am I fighting?" I ask and tony rubs my shoulders encouragingly. Well it's supposed to be with encouragement, instead it just creeps me out. But I don't push his hands away as he talks lowly in my ear.
"Some blonde, she's pretty scrawny, actually in your weight class," tony adds with surprise. I rarely ever fight in my weight class, usually the girls I fight are huge, giving them the advantage, or so they think. "I don't know much about her but I think she's pretty tough."
I nod my head appreciatively as the announcer begins to introduce my opponent.
"Weighing in at an impressive weight of 130 pounds, she's lean, she's mean, she will rip out your kidney and feed it to wolves," I roll my eyes at the exaggerated intro. "Please welcome Sierra!!"
The girl walks in and it's the same girl I saw at Michaels tattoo parlor. Her hair hangs in a braid down her back and her bright pink sports bra highlights her faux tan and unscarred body. Despite the fact that she's about to fight, her makeup is heavy and dark. The crowd cheers loudly, mostly because the crowd is 90% male.
"And in this corner, she's tiny but not someone to be messed with, Sageeeee," he announces, skipping my weight. Probably because he doesn't know it. I was scheduled to fight literally five minutes ago. I crawl up in the ring and brace myself against the rubber boundaries. I've never had an actual fight in a ring, they always take place in old warehouses at night. I wonder what's going on...
Before I can continue my train of thought a bell rings and Sierra rushes me. She grabs my bandaged arm and I fight to cry out in pain. Son of a bitch that hurts! I ignore the pain and instead send a sharp kick to her side, causing her to loosen her grip on my arm. I seize the opportunity to yank. My arm away from her bony fingers. She bends over to catch her breath but I don't give her the opportunity. Instead, I hook my leg around both of her ankles, forcing her to fall to the ground. I straddle her and punch her face with my right hand, using my left to pin her hands above her head. She looks at me with pure hatred.
"Harry's mine bitch," she spits at me and I freeze. What the hell did she just say? Harry's hers? Since when was this a fight over a guy?! While I'm distracted she flips us over so she's on top of me. SHIT.
She pins my right arm down and grabs my left arm right on my injury. She slowly peels back the bandage and I close my eyes to ignore the pain and think of ways to get through this. I open my eyes and scream as her sharp nails scratch up the wound, tugging on all of the stitches. Oh hell no. With a burst of energy I free my right arm and grab her braid. I yank her off me in one swift movement, but she still has hold of my left arm. She's holding on to it for dear life. Adrenaline courses through my veins and I punch her in the nose, breaking it. She screams and blood spurts out. I hear the crowd shout but I block it out. The only thing I hear is my own heartbeat. I punch her again, this time in the center of her stomach, causing her to double over. She releases my arm and I throw a few more punches until she's on the ground. I slam her head into the cushioned floor and to my satisfaction her eyes flutter closed. Knock out. Tony climbs into the ring and says something to me but I don't hear his words. My vision goes blurry as he holds up my arm. I smile faintly as the ringing in my ears increases.
And then everything goes black.

Notes

Somewhat of a cliffhanger to leave you guys with tonight. I know I already updated today but I got to 80 subscribers and I'm excited :)
questions:
Why in the world was Sierra in a fight?
Why were Liam and Harry there?
Why was there even a fight that early in the morning and at the gym?

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