Connor: Part 1

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Big bro looks down at Connor, before he turns to who shot Connor, revealing themselves to be Jim. "Good work...call Tom, we need his help carrying him." Said big bro. Connor awoke in what looked to be a prison jumpsuit with cuffs on. Connor got up as he looked around. "Ah, your awake." A voice spoke.

Connor turns to see a cell door with woman in a white suit and a white mask that had a smile and the eyes look closed. "Where am I?" Asked Connor. "Shut your mouth, you filthy pig!" Said the woman. "Wow, rude cunt." Said Connor. The woman growls, opening the door and went to enter, when something caught her eye, making her turn with a gasp and a excited gesture. "Master! Your back!" Said the woman. Connor looks at her and then who she calls master to reveal big bro. "Ah, your awake Connor." Said big bro. "Where the hell am I?" Asked Connor. "How dare you! Don't talk Master like that!" Yelled the woman. "That is alright...and to answer Connor...your here to play some games." Said big bro.

Connor is seen walking with his hands cuffed. As Connor walked with big bro and the woman down the hall, Connor stayed on guard for in case something happens. Before long, they got to the exit of the hallway and reveal what looked to be a underground arena. Inside the arena was blood, being torn apart and killing each other. Connor stares at this, seeing that their all killing or ripping each other apart, before long, Connor knew what big bro was doing. "You sick bastard...your making people fight to the death?" Asked Connor.

"You Dare bad mouth master again?!" Yelled the woman. "Don't...and as for you Connor, I'm doing this to get rid of criminals." Said big bro. "Huh? How the hell is this supposed to do that?" Asked Connor. "You see, these men are all rapists, murderers, psychopaths and just plain monsters...what we do is we get them to fight each other and whoever is left will be killed for their crimes." Said big bro. "Let me guess, your not down there cause you can't be killed?" Asked Connor. "Are you saying master is a monster like them?!" Yelled the woman. "Exactly." Said Connor. The woman went to speak, when big bro spoke. "Enough...come on, we should show you, your new home." Said big bro. Connor sighs and complies for now, knowing he doesn't have a shot at the moment since he doesn't even know where to go to get out.

Following big bro and the woman, they got to a cell where all the prisoners are kept, genders separated obviously. Connor does nothing as the door shuts behind him, the woman and big bro leaving. Connor sighs as he walked towards a corner to he alone, sitting there and lean against it. "Not gonna lie, the prison I went to after the frame was a lot nicer then this." Said Connor. Connor stops himself, remembering that day was the day he lost his adopted son, Andy, making him look sad as he sheds a tear. Connor wipes it off before looking down, before noticing someone approach him.

Glaring up, Connor saw that one if the inmates were looking down at him, smirking. "You gonna cry little bitch? Why? Cause you got caught trying to do something illegal cause it's cool and end up regretting it after being caught?" Asked the inmate. "No, I was just remembering someone who died." Said Connor. "Oh boo hoo, no one cares." Said the inmate. "Then why approach me? To be a prick?" Asked Connor. The inmate looks down at Connor, angry. "What did you just call me?!" Yelled the inmate. Connor stood up, looking at the inmate in the eye. "A prick." Said Connor. The inmate growls as he looked down at Connor before attempting to swing a punch, Connor dodging easily and jumped up at the man's ear, ripping it off with his teeth. The man makes a yell of agony as he held his ear, Connor putting his hands to the man's throat and tore it out, killing him.

The man fell dead to the ground, the others around them look in shock...all but one. The man silent is a man who seemed to be in his 30s or 40s with glasses and all his teeth replaced with gold. "My, my, this one's an animal." Said the man, smirking. Connor glares at him. "Well, in a fight, particularly one to the death, there are no rules, so I an use my physical strength, dirty tactics or both." Said Connor. Connor doesn't know why, maybe it's the virus combining with him more spite being in control, but Connor didn't care about strength anymore, seeing as its not all about strength or smarts...its about hurting or outsmarting your appointment, even if you need to fight dirty to do so. Just then, a guard came to the cell, looking at the bloody mess, before making a disgusted yet scared face.