Jax In Chains | A flash fiction story
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Jax washed his face with the muddy water, the rusty chains rattling. The mine workers’ water reservoir was just a puddle in the yard.
Droplets splashed on his face and he raised his eyes to see one of the guards pissing on the water.
“Sorry, big guy,” the guard said while another one approached. “I really had to go.”
Jax stared blankly at them, his face a desert, devoid of emotions.
“Put that thing away, Rick.” The second guard slapped the first one on the back of the neck. They both had large weapons. “You should be preparing for tonight’s fight. Have you picked an opponent?”
“Fuck,” Rick said, putting his thing away. “That’s tonight?”
“Shit, Rick! Why do you think we got the workers to build that ring? I wanted to fight a bot but the warden said we’re not allowed. Too expensive.”
Jax’s eyes were beyond their conversation, beyond the dusty walls around the yard, lost somewhere he’d never been. Anywhere but here.
“You should fight the big guy,” the guard told Rick.
Rick studied Jax. “Yeah, his face could use a punch. But don’t you think he’s kinda big? I’m not afraid! I just mean… He could cause some trouble.”
“Nah. Look at his face,” the guard said, pressing his gun against Jax’s cheek. “This guy can only use his muscles to break rocks. He has no technique, no brains. Most importantly…” The guard smiled. “He’s all out of hope.”
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