The display put on by the two children made Jacob want to laugh. And cry. And feel for what was lost. There was still a part of the boy he knew in him. He saw it in his eyes, there was darkness there. The willingness to do whatever it took to get what you wanted. It was there suppressed by the man he'd become now. Jacob wondered what happened to him. He let his attention to their on goings wander until they moved and he followed discretely through the crowd. He still was going to kill the boy. Or use him. If he could get the old kid back. He'd be useful.
The door baring their way opened with ease. Jacob on the other hand didn't have such luck. He was turned away at the door. Money wasn't going to get him through this one. "The kid who just went in. What ring will he be in?"
The man at the door shrugged. "Main one probably. He's not a brawler. Neither is she."
Jacob nodded his thanks and went up to the ring where he would appear. The mystery guest didn't appeal to Jacob, he heard the roars of creatures below. It didn't bode well.
The door baring their way opened with ease. Jacob on the other hand didn't have such luck. He was turned away at the door. Money wasn't going to get him through this one. "The kid who just went in. What ring will he be in?"
The man at the door shrugged. "Main one probably. He's not a brawler. Neither is she."
Jacob nodded his thanks and went up to the ring where he would appear. The mystery guest didn't appeal to Jacob, he heard the roars of creatures below. It didn't bode well.