Desperate Fighters

A Fight They Can't Win

Dawn just watched the others from a safe spot. She and Mitch, who seemed to also think it stupid to do anything against Lucian. She also saw that he had insulin in that case of his. He just looked at her and shrugged. They had given him measured out shots in a cooling case that kept the insulin at the right temp until use.

"I'm running really low. I guess they want me to jump up on this killing thing. Sooner I do it, the sooner I get out right?" He said with a half-smile, he'd shown her the injections inside the really small case he had.

"Just another variable." He gave a nod, and they were looking down at the storage area through the floor.

"They're stupid, clearly this has been going on for a while. What makes them think they can do what others haven't been able to do? JD served for a bit, I think that's gone to his head." Clearly they were no longer friends. The small group had been at this for hours now. She was surprised that Lucian hadn't done anything yet. She wasn't sure where he disappeared to.

"I think a lot of things have gone to his head." They were watching how they had moved the crates that they could to give them a chance at defending themselves. She'd turned them down when they asked her, and so had Mitch. So they were told if they got in the way, they were expendable. They weren't going to stop them, but they sure as shit weren't going to help them. That was suicide in their opinion.

"He knows exactly what they are doing." She said to him, and it had been a bit of time since she spoke to Lucian by the stairwell. They were just waiting to see what was going to happen. It wasn't like things were private in here.

"All I know is that he'll probably be pissed or worked up after this. I'm going to be very careful. I've been watching him too, his actions are a lot more like an animal than not." She looked at him.

"Yeah? With the mind of a human, sound dangerous."

"Extremely, think about it. He clearly has some morals or knows right and wrong, but he lets what he feels to dictate it. I'm a vet, or was and reading animals when they are stressed is my job. Stress manifests different in all of us. He's extremely stressed, just doesn't realize it because he's never been out of this situation. I'll bet you right now that when he is locked up and waiting for these games he paces his cell continuously in one spot. Sprints from spot to spot, not walks. He's high strung. He's a predator, they don't do well with these kinds of things. This control, he's gotten nothing a normal human needs to function let alone an animal. You can't keep an animal caged like this all it's life and not expect it to lash out once in a while."

"Any tips then doctor?" She asked him.

"Yeah give him what he wants or needs. Like handing a starving dog food. It doesn't trust, but it's starving so it comes anyway. Then when it learns you aren't a threat it will slowly trust you. He's got the mind of a person, so a bit more complicated but tell me my logic doesn't make sense? Show an abused person love and kindness and they will keep coming back to you. They need you for that comfort, for what they've never had. Even when it's unconscious."

"It does make sense." She commented, she figured because she was still alive. All because she'd stopped and spoken to him, given him a bit of aid. Even if he knew it was so she didn't have to go back, she'd been real about it.

If you looked at it from an animal standpoint, it would be that kind hand holding food. You'd come back looking to see if there was more. She'd caught his attention with the gesture and since she had yet to show him any animosity his attitude was a bit different toward her. For one he actually spoke and answered her questions.

"LUCIAN!" They jumped at JD suddenly calling out, and Craig grabbed his shoulder.

"Shut up, we aren't ready."