Fight to the Death

I woke up to Shadow's setting on a chair while I was on my bed in nothing but my bra and boy shorts. What the hell? I started to panic, it couldn't be happening again, it couldn't be, it couldn't...

Tears instantly started running down my face as I struggled to move, but I couldn't. My arms and legs were all bound. I whimpered as I looked towards him. He looked at me like he was thinking about my actions, scrutinizing me even all before he came over to the bed. I followed his movements with my eyes as he came closer and closer. Sobs came out louder and in greater quantities the closer he got to me.

“I'm not going to hurt you...I just wanted to see what was hurt” he said with no emotion. I whimpered as he tried in bringing his hand close towards my face; then he brought his hand back to his side quickly. That's complete bull shit! I started to struggle again against the restraints willing them to come free. Yeah sure, 'see whats hurt' my ass.

“STOP IT!” He screamed. I froze instantly. “All you're doing is making it worse, you know?” I refused to look at him. I blinked tears from my eyes as they fell to the bed below my body. I gulped as I heard him clear his throat.

There was a knock at the door, I glanced over to see him walking towards it and some other guy come in behind him.

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-Brian's POV-

I drug myself down the main hallway and in through the main dorm entrance of number 12. I rolled my eyes, the lights were on so he has to be in here for some reason. Of course he's in the last fucking place I look. Damn him. I walked into long since abandoned “dorm” room. There wasn't anyone staying in here let alone in 11 or 10...so why was Matt in here? What the hell was he doing. Shivers ran down my spine from the cold. It was like a cellar in here, below ground and no light at all... shit. There was a sudden noise, something hitting the ground and I jumped. This fucking place gave me the creeps...Though I would never admit it out loud.

I knocked on the only door which had light seeping out into the pitch black hallway. I heard a slight rustling sound from the inside, almost like someone (namely Matt) rushing around before the door flew open. What the hell was I getting myself into...

“What?” Matt snapped as the door flew open quickly, just enough for him to see me standing there though.

“What the fuck is your problem?” I asked. He was incredibly anxious today for some reason. And I didn't get it at all. He wasn't even this bitchy around the people he didn't get along with at the club and whatnot.

“I'm busy, come back later.” He spoke in a rush, starting to close the door quickly afterward but I pushed it open and walked inside before he could stop me. I froze, taking in the sight before me. I couldn't see anything from when I was standing and talking to him briefly outside the door (considering he's taller and pretty much bigger than me)...but inside was Blaire. She was laying bound to a cot almost entirely naked. I looked at her surprisingly very concerned. Yeah, She messed him up last night and Matt said something about payback, but now... this is the payback he chooses? I looked over to him, he was glaring at me. Surely trying to kill me with said glare. Fuck, what the? But he-why would- holy mother ofshit.

“Since when are you into the whole... you know?” I mumbled in a barely audible voice. He seemed to understand though, what I was attempting to ask. I was just to shocked to really speak and it came out of my mouth kinda weird. Why is she here, how is she?

“I haven't nor am I going to fucking rape her Syn. I don't give a shit what she's done, no girl deserves to be raped.” She started crying as we both stood there and glared at one another. Both of us turned to look at her quickly hearing those sobs and struggles to get free from the straps that made her stay in the position she was in. I admit, I feel for the girl despite it all. At least I knew he was truthful, I never took him for a rapist that's why this all was sort of shocking.

“Fine...oh god.” I muttered while walking a bit closer towards her. “Fuck, she looks just about as bad as you do.” With that Matt pulled me back outside and slammed the door with a huge bang, behind us.

“Don't you think I know that?” He snapped in a angry tone of voice. “She blacked out. I went to push her into the room but she moved as I shoved her. Her head hit the door jam and then she went limp. She didn't hit that hard and then I saw blood soaking through her shirt. I wanted to find out why... I was trying to put her clothes back on but its kinda hard too like this...” he motioned to himself “and she was waking up.” I nodded and looked at him sympathetically. Still, stripping her of all of her clothes? Something was a little bit strange in that...hum. Interesting.

There are two entirely different “demeanor's” that Matt has. He is one extreme to the next. Either the huge teddy bear that is kind and nice, or the scary devil himself. Normally he was the scary guy, the one you didn't want to piss off. If you did, you better be a fast fucking runner cause hes gonna give you hell one way or another. You would figure, after what happened last night, that he would be doing the same to her like many times before but he's not nor has he. It confuses the fuck out of me. Why was he being nice (at least somewhat from what I can tell) to her after what she did to him?

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-Blaire's POV-

I could barely hear the words being said outside but I managed to get at least half of my one hand out of the restraint before actually freeing it completely. The other wrist and hand hurt to move it at all. It was the one I was almost sure I had fractured, or broken in some way. Quickly sitting up I began pulling on the buckles that held the second restraint to my aching wrist. Before I could even really get anywhere with it, he came back through the door. The handle hit roughly against the concrete wall and I froze, staring at him. Waiting for something to happen, something bad.

All he did however, was raise an eyebrow and then walk towards me slowly. I shrunk back in fear thinking he would hurt me, though his body stopped at the end of the bed thing. I watched carefully as he crouched down at my feet and started undoing the binds around them.

“Does your head hurt?” he asked monotonously, as he handed me a different t-shirt (one I had never seen before) and a pair of jeans (same, never seen before.) I nodded slowly, still frozen in fear. I hadn't been able to finish the last bind yet. He walked over and undid it the rest of the way. “I'll try to get something for you to take. Get dressed.” He walked back over to his chair as he continued in watching my every move. After putting the t-shirt over my head I carefully slid the baggy jeans onto my legs and pulled the belt around my waist as tightly as I could in order to make it fit. The clothes were extremely big but I wasn't complaining right about now. It had to have taken my a while since I only used 1 arm but luckily he didn't seem to even care. I looked up suddenly meeting his eyes. He had a smile on his face as well. Self conscious, I sat back on the side of the bed and looked at the wall directly in front of me.

“Let get this straight okay,” He voice broke the silence in the room “you aren't to call me Shadows. I'm Mr. Sanders here and you will only refer to me as so. You wont talk about the fight club to anyone while you are here either... If you do there will be consequences.” he sighed and stood hissing,“Look at me...” I looked up though not exactly at him. My gaze was towars the side of his face on the door. “...got it?” I nodded. “Answer me, yes or no?” he said lowly.

“yes.” I whispered solemnly, looking down at my hands in my lap. My wrist was purple and black...that doesn't seem right.

“Okay, come on.” He turned and began walking away toward the door.

“Wher-”

“Don't talk unless you're asked to answer a question.” he said quickly though in a low tone, turning and looking at me again. He wasn't yelling, that kind of scares me. I was going to say 'sorry' sarcastically, but refrained by biting my tongue...no talking. I could do that. Hopefully.

“Follow me..” I followed him out of the lightly lit room before going into the pitch dark hall, and through a locked door on the opposite side. He stopped suddenly and pushed me in front of him slightly while resting his hand on my lower back a little. He lead me through the cold, dark building and into the normally lit, warmer main building where I remembered the Director's office was. He let go of me to walk towards another door in the opposite direction of the office.

“Well come on.” He said anxiously “I'm not gonna hurt you unless you make me.” He said looking straight at me. I slowly stepped forward until I was about 2 feet away. I thought about running, I was so close to the door which led to the outside, but I followed him through the next door instead. Inside was like a warehouse.

“what size do you wear?” He asked himself instead of me, as he pulled random skirts out of a pile and held them up to the front of my hips. He tried a few times before he found one that would “fit.” Then the same was done with a plain white button up dress shirt. He grabbed more clothes in whatever size he decided would work while he mumbled something or other to himself.

“What!” I snapped hearing my name said a few times. He slowly turned around to face me with a look of fury and disgust.

“You need to gain weight, I saw your bones... you probably barely wear a size 2” he held up the clothes which I'm assuming were in dead...size 2. Who the hell cared if I was skinny or fat. Seriously. “ How the hell do you fight?” I shrugged. “So, do you want to change...” he smirked and I raised an eyebrow “or do you wanna stay in my clothes. I rolled my eyes and walked out of the room towards the door that lead out of the hallway. He grabbed my waist and twisted me around so my back was against the wall. He was still holding the pile of clothes I might add. Perhaps my boldness was a little too much... Dammit, why did I walk away? Humph. All my fault,

“I told you to behave.” He whispered in my ear, his face close to mine and his jaw brushing like a father across my cheek. This alone was enough to send chills throughout my body and make my eyes widen with a renewed sense of fear.