Desperate Fighters

Giving in Not Giving Up

Dawn rubbed her head thinking. She was screwed, this place was going to be the end of her life. How did fate hate her that much? All she'd done was go out with a guy and now she wasn't going to see the sun again. She stood up and grabbed the vase that was sitting there and tossed it. It smashed against the wall and shattered.

"Fuck you people!" She shouted and flicked the camera off that she knew was in the wall. She could see the small hole there and knew. She then grabbed the TV stand that was there and tipped it over and took her crowbar to it. She figured that she was having a mental breakdown, but who could blame her? She just felt this anger snap in her.

She turned and smashed it into the wall there and swung it into the TV stand before some of the pictures destroying them.

"Fucking psychos!" She said and tossed the crowbar into the corner of the room. It hit her target and hard. She was happy when she heard the crack and saw a bit of spark. Good, not that they didn't have a million more cameras.

"Feels good doesn't it?" She turned her head sharply looking at Lucian. He stood in the doorway and his hair was still a bit wet from the sprinklers in the other room. Though time had passed it was still damp.

"It would feel better if it was them." She stated and glanced over at the crowbar that she had tossed. She kind of regretted that now. He noted her gaze and had a slight smile.

"If I was going to come after you, I doubt that would help you. It didn't help them."

"No it didn't, but I also don't want you to take it away. I don't know how many more will be coming in. It won't stay just me and Mitch." She said watching him. The room had been set up so that the long couch had its back to the entrance that led to the storage room. The TV facing the long couch and a couple coffee tables that she'd put her crowbar through with her rage. To the right was the entrance to the bathroom. With him in the doorway, he was still closer to it than she was on the other side of the couch and a destroyed TV stand on her right.

"There's four left including you and Mitch. Two more to let in." He told her. He was watching her and she wasn't sure how she felt about that. Though she shouldn't be surprised.

"Then what?" She asked and he gave a shrug.

"Not exactly sure how they take care of those that are left alive once they leave. Not what I'm concerned about." He moved toward the right, which wouldn't let her move toward the bathroom. She contemplated her options, crawling over the TV stand or the couch. She wasn't exactly sure how malicious his intent was at the moment. Plus she wanted her crowbar back.

"Just concerned with what you can get while in here." She said, she took a couple steps back toward the TV stand. She really didn't care for him coming closer to her. He made her nervous, and she knew exactly what he was capable of. Remembered exactly what he said he wanted.

"Pretty much." He replied with a shrug. "You're smart, you already know in here's the only place you get to stay alive. " He moved so that he was around the edge of the couch, and the back of her legs were touching the overturned TV stand. She guessed if she was going to make a run for it, over the couch was the best choice. She didn't look at it though. Didn't want to let him know her thoughts, because she was pretty sure about his. This was normal to him, what happened in this place. It wasn't to her.

"Until it's over, and they tell you to dispose of me, or they come in. Getting chosen to stay alive in here is not out there." He gave a slight smile showing extremely white teeth.

"Without the collar they can't control me, and second they'd have to get you out first." She looked at him thinking.

"Do you make a habit of keeping others alive for a while just to kill your boredom?" She asked and he was watching her. She was trying to puzzle him out. To know just how much sway he had, what the ones holding his leash would allow. Obviously she wanted to be the one to live, but at what cost?