Desperate Fighters

Favoritism

Dawn moved slowly into the room holding her weapon. She saw another man that looked like a fighter and was built. Rick was there too and moving through the crates carefully. She listened to them trying to decide the best course of action.

"I think that the traps were disarmed." He said and both were looking about the aisle.

"The weapons are gone." The other man said angrily and smashed a fist into the side of the crate. He made a hole, why was it that these fighters all had horrible tempers? Was it a requirement?

"Whatever, I'll just get rid of the rest with my bare hands." He said turning toward Rick who picked up a piece of wood that was burnt on one side.

"Come near me I'll fucking impale you." Rick said backing up slightly.

"What makes you think killing the rest will get you out of here alive?" She asked and they both looked to where she was standing.

"Because they told us, the one last alive will be paid handsomely. Keep your mouth shut, what you have to say doesn't matter. They came in and told us a short while ago." Rick said looking at her, he looked like he'd been crying or something.

"And you believed them?" She said with a half laugh. "Those that kidnapped us and put us in here? Killing the rest of us won't get you anywhere."

"Shut up slut." The other man said, he had a lot of tattoos. "Not all of us can fuck an animal for their life. Disgusting, bet you'd let any animal fuck you for the right price." She felt a bit of a burn in her face.

"That's not true." She said innocently. "I'd never let you fuck me." She gave him sarcastically innocent eyes and a sweet voice.

"Get over here and say that to my face cunt." Now that was something she'd never been called before. "Be a little more fair without you."

"Why hoping he'll fuck you instead? Going to bed over and ask him for it?" She retorted and he moved toward her. Dawn was done trying to talk sense into people. If They wanted to tear her down she'd do the same.

"You're asking for it. Hope you enjoyed your time, cuz it's short lived." She held her ground when he moved closer.

"Oh I most certainly did, every fucking minute of it!" She half shouted at him with a laugh. "You're just pissed you don't have something that's wanted." She wasn't going to be ashamed of her choice, she hadn't murdered anyone. Wasn't going to and they could go fuck themselves if they thought they'd get under her skin. She did what she had to, plus they'd watched and they sure didn't have to assholes.

He was nearly to her now and she lifted up the crowbar that she had, and she held it like she meant business and she did. He slowed looking at her and clearly thinking. He gave a humorless smile ready to take another step toward her.

"You don't have it in you to kill."

"Anyone can kill if they have too. I just don't go looking for it." She said to him.

"No you won't." He moved and was clearly going to fight her no matter what he thought. Looked like she was going to find out if she could. She was not going to back down this time.

"I will." She heard the voice behind her, soft like always but no less menacing. The new fighter stopped his forward progress. Lucian had just appeared there stepping up behind her.

"I'm not looking to fight you." He said taking another step back. Dawn became very aware of him behind her. It was weird, like she could feel him standing against her but he was a foot or so back.

"Really?" He asked the man, he'd enjoyed listening to Dawn telling him off. He'd felt humor at it. Clearly she wasn't going to sit around and mope or feel bad about her choice. Second while she was armed she wasn't really a match for the man and if she didn't get a good hit right away. Her odds decreased, he decided that wasn't something he'd allow.