Death Bringer

Death Bringer
 A girl around the age of fourteen was dragged into the old, dingy building. Two large men held the small girl by her shoulders, roughly pushing her to a large desk.
 A short, pudgey man stood up from behind the desk and looked the girl over, "Is she any good?"
 "Only one way to be sure." the man on her left said.
 The girl was dragged through a door and led onto a large platform. The girl gulped, she knew what happened in this arena.
 Cage fighting.
 She watched two men down in the large cage. They punched eachother until the other couldn't get up, he was admitting defeat.
 "You see, child, this is the fifth fight he's lost. You know what that means, don't you?" the short man said leaning closer to her.
 That meant the loser had to face the bloodlusting crowd. They would tear him limb from limb, there would be nothing left of him.
 The man was pulled to his feet by the Keepers and dragged to a stretch of ground called the Runner.
 A gong sounded and the man started running, but the crowd was too strong. They overpowered him and he was no longer in existence.
 "Your turn, girlie." the short man said. "Have something to say?" he asked.
 The girl turned to him, defiance glittering in her grey eyes, and she spit in his face.
 The crowd saw this exchange with baited breath, no one dared to disrespect the Ring Master.
 But this small girl did, she was the first to not show the man fear.
 The girl was dragged down the steps.
 A caw sounded and a black blur swooped down. A crow landed on the girl's shoulder and it's beady black eyes zeroed in on the Ring Master.
 Everyone near the girl scattered.
 There were whispers of "Death bringer,"
 In the small town, crows were a sign of Death. The fact that a crow flew to the young girl, meant that she brought death.
 The girl shrugged her shoulders and the crow took flight, roosting in a box of seats at the top.
 The girl was directed into the cage where she fought with a girl twice her size. She ducked and endured punches. Towards the end of the fight, twhirl fought back. She brought up her fist and smashed it into her opponent's jaw. She pounded her fists into the other girl's stomach until the girl fell to the ground.
The girl was escorted from the cage and thrown into a cell, where she would spend her nights in solitude.