When Kidnappers Kidnap The Wrong Girl (English)

Sanity Cracking

POV Alexis

Date: October 

Silently we walked back towards our room. My face still tingling from the strike I had received from Alonzo. The guys in front and behind us were talking about some things, maybe interesting I didn't know and I didn't care. My head was still ringing, so I didn't pay attention. I had found out that the Slick guy was named Silvano. Silvano Du Luca. He was the owner of this hell hole. When we arrived at our room we were thrown in and the metal door was slammed shut. For a moment I stood motionless, listening to the sound of footsteps fading away. Malia was the one who broke the silence. "Lex, w-what... What is going to happen?" I climbed on the upper bed and lay down. "Project X is going to be a new form of entertainment. Or, well, not new, but more like retro..." I tried to make it sound somewhat funny and light, but there was no way to do so. "We are going to be this age's gladiators." I silently exclaimed. Now everyone looked confused. "And what the hell is that supposed to mean?" Isabella snapped back at me. I sat up and looked at the girls. "We are to be thrown in a Greek Colosseum where we will fight against men. If they get you down, they can do whatever they want to you, not giving a shit about who you are or where you are from and treat you like an animal!" I looked at Isabella who looked shocked at my sudden rant. "That. Is what it's supposed to mean." My voice harsh but also trembling. She raised her brow at my manner of speaking but I couldn't care less. Our death sentences had just been signed, we were being led to the slaughterhouse. "Can... Can they kill us?" Anna silently asked, tears burning behind her eyes. I looked at her weirdly, not because I thought she was scared. But more that I thought I heard a sigh of relief in her voice. "I... Don't know," I confessed. "Still better than being here though." Beatriz smiled lightly and looked at me. "So what is your plan?" I lay back down again and thought. "I don't have one. I am going to fight and defeat whoever they send in against me," I let out a deep breath. "Or die trying." I rolled on my side and again looked at the girls who all had followed my example and had gotten into bed. "I will volunteer when Alonzo askes who is going to be the first to enter the arena tomorrow." Sighs of relief and agreeing nods were sent my way and I urged everyone to go to sleep. Mainly because I was drained and had no interest in talking anymore. How will I ever survive this?

The night had been long and full of terrors. Sleeping was out of the question and the following morning when the door swung open I hadn't even closed my eyes for longer than an hour. "Good morning sunshines! Are you excited for today?" I sat up and looked him in the eye, one brow raised at his idiotic question. Alonzo grinned and looked at me, challenging me with just the way he smiled. "So," he evilly began his sentence. Full-on knowing how incredibly horrible his next words were going to be. "Who is going to be our first contender?" I jumped down from my bed and stood in front of him. He looked down on me contemptuous. His nose looked a little blue from the strike I had given him yesterday. I tilted my head up in a confronting manner and looked askew. "Nice little touch there around the nose, very trendy." His mood changed like a lightning strike and with a few rough pushes and shoves I was hauled towards a different room. On my way there I saw a large opening ceiled off by metal bars. Behind that an outstretched sand field. It was light, so light it hurt my eyes. Sunlight! In my delay, Alonzo had shoved me further down the hallway and eventually into a room. He closed the door and yelled something from outside.

When I looked around I saw that I was standing in a dressing room. Multiple outfits hung on steel racks and on the floor stood buckets filled with weapons. Swords, axes and such. When I walked on I stumbled upon boxes of accessories and a bunch of mirrored make-up tables next to each other. It all looked rather new, make-up boxes and brushes were not yet used and all the outfits looked unworn. I flowed my hand trough the different types of costumes and fabrics whilst trying to look for something nice. After all, Alonzo made it very clear I had to look 'amazing' in the arena. Not content with the outfits I tried to mix and match something together that would look somewhat decent. I ended up wearing some sort of iron lingerie with a chainmail skirt draped over my hips. Over it, a belt with a socket to hold my sword. A sword, damn, I guess I need that too. I searched through the box and racks with swords hoping to find something decent. Lots of them were blunt, which is always a bad thing. After some digging, I stumbled upon a sword which was longer than most but still light enough for me to swing around with relative ease. We used to 'fight' with swords at the aikido training. Not that it had to do anything with something, but it was really fun. One of our teachers there used to fence on a national level so he thought us some stances for fun. Never thought I would ever need those skills, I thought to myself ironically. The universe is once again cruel. I twirled the sword around, feeling if it would suit me well. Once, twice, three times. Slicing the air with every move. I felt like Aragon when he spoke to Hama at the beginning of the battle for Helmsdeep... "This is a good sword..."  I then quoted to myself, seeing that there was no one else in the room. I put the sword in the socket and walked through the room, towards the make-up tables. When I passed one of the long mirrors I stared at my reflection. I looked... Weird. If I were to be going to a slutty Halloween party I would have slayed the day, but now I just felt naked. I tightened the belt once again and made sure my boobs were properly stuffed in the metal bra-thingy. I sighed deeply and resumed my way towards the table. I sat down and started to put a heavy smokey eye look on my face. I had no trouble applying it, I used to put a light smoky eye in various colours on when I would go out. Plus, I like playing around with make-up. I'm certainly not good at it, but when I get the hang of it, it usually turns out nice.