The girl in the arena

The lightning Beast

I could hear the chants from inside my dimly lit room.

"BRING OUT THE GIRL!"

"WHERES THE SAVAGE?"

"I WANT TO SEE THE MONSTER IN ACTION!"

They called me many things, none of them my name.I don't blame them for calling me what they do though, I wouldn't go through the trouble of memorizing a series of letters and numbers just for the sake of saying it.

BRING OUT TEST SUBJECT 203574.

See all those numbers? Those were all the tests subjects before me.

Lucky me, I guess. From what the testers have told me, few have died horrific deaths. But God knows what they make up. The most recent passing was a boy who's wires in his brain short-circuited and burned him from the inside out. It's not like they are never successful though, I hear of stories where subjects have left the labs and went on to have a normal life. Or at least as normal as life can get I suppose.

The testers try to keep things new and "exciting" by changing a different feature of each testee the get.

Brains that are half computers, mutilated hands, retractable bones, and my personal favorite super strength.

The metal doors creaked open, and the cheers and screams became deafening.

I fiddled with the hem of my white dress. It was ridiculous how they liked to see me fight in such pretty clothes. It had to dent their masculinity by a fraction, seeing a girl all dolled up, then tearing people to shreds.

I walked with my head down, pushing the brim of my tear-stained glasses lens until it touched my face. I always cried when they made me do this, but eventually, when my tears dried, and they saw it has the go-ahead to make me fight again.

I've considered letting the beasts they make me fight kill me, but I know they would never allow it, they've spent too many hours perfecting me to let it go to waste.

As I was shoved into the arena, I was drowned by an almost ethereal light, too bright and pure for this world.

Momentarily stunned, I hung my head low, focusing on the neckline of my floor-length dress. My blurry vision focused on the white stands of hair clinging to my face from sweat. The beast in front of me growled and snarled, preparing to attack me.

It lunged towards me at incredible speed, brushing past me and cutting my arm. I hunched over, clutching my right shoulder, as a scream ripped through my body.

It was like a switch had unwillingly flipped inside of me, I charged towards my opponent as if I was bloodthirsty and took the weapon I was equipped with out of its holder. My legs pushed forward, propelling me until my mind had no control over my actions. Through the corner of my eye, I could see one of the experimenters playing with a few of the switches to my remote.

They used the remotes if a test subject got out of line. There were chips in our heads, controlling our nervous system and whatever part of our body was modified.

My vision was encased in a bright light, my vision obscured by figures similar to a kaleidoscope. I couldn't see, hear, after that point. Even the crowd ceased to exist. I could feel myself moving, the only indication that I wasn't standing still was the way my hair whipped around my body.

I snapped out of the trance and I had seen the carnage that I caused laid out before me. My vision and hearing had been returned to me as I stood with my arms limp at my side.

There the beast lied. Bloody and dismembered as it twitched, sending spasms of lightning jolting through its lifeless limbs.

It had put up a good fight, leaving my clothes torn and bloody, exposing my skin to the cold air of the arena.