When Dominique fully woke up again, she was in a different room, alone, sleeping on a thin bed matt. Groaning she sat up to look around the tiny room, which consisted of a sink, non-glass mirror, a unshielded toilet, and very little room to walk around between those items and her bed matt. Dominique's head was spinning, pounding around the area where she hit got hit in the head. Around her, Dom could hear voices, and terrified screams, but for some odd reason Dominique wasn't freaking out. Instead she just sat there, legs sprawled out, and looking around the dull room, noticing that there was a very small window on the thick metal door, which showed her a very limited view of the hallway outside her door. Dominique got up to look out, but flinched back when a very large man suddenly came into view. Seeing her on the other side of the glass, he started fiddling with what sounded like a key.
Through the door, the man called to a very confused Dominique, "Go to the opposite wall, and put your hands on the wall." Dominique stayed where she was, confused and starting to get angry. The man looked up, seeing her disobeying, and instantly got mad. "Bitch, I will beat the shit out of you if you don't do as I say!" His loud, deep voice was enough to scare Dominique into obedience, quickly turning and pressing her sweaty palms against the wall. It was now that she realized she was still in her clothing from the night before. Excitement bubbled in Dominique's chest as she remembered there was a 'hidden' pocket in her jacket, which had a knife she always carried with her in it. Dominique tried not to show her triumph, wiping her face of any emotion.
The guard on the other side of the door finally came in, his heavy boots thudding loudly against the ground as he came up in back of her, grabbing her wrists roughly and yanking them behind her back. Dominique clenched her jaw, feeling tight hand cuffs pinch her skin. The last time she was in hand cuffs it was for a Halloween party, her lover at the time was a cop, and she was a criminal, being lead around by the cuffs. The guard lead Dominique out of the room, taking her down multiple hallways, and going up a few flights of stairs, before coming upon two double doors at the end of the hallway. The guard stopped Dominique, uncuffing her, and pushing her towards the door. When they got to them, the guard grumbled, "Knock," before walking away. Dom watched the man walk to the end of the hallway, but he didn't leave until he saw her do as he said.
With a shaking hand, Dominique gave a tiny knock, actually surprised that someone answered right away. Opening the door Dominique walked into a very large, but very empty office. The window walls had the blinds down, there was a large desk in the middle of the room, and there were two chairs, a couple of file cabinets, and a small couch that was against the far right wall. There was a man sitting at the desk, his hands folded together, a small smile on his face. The most shocking thing about his appearance were his grey eyes, which were piercing, taking in every detail of someone easily. Dominique stood in front of the door, staring at the man, who was now standing. "Dominique Barrel! How lovely it is to meet you in person, finally!" Dominique flinched at the sound of her name on the mans surprisingly soft voice. "Please, come and sit down!" The man said is as a request, but his eyes darkened, as if it was an order. Dominique didn't fight, walking over and sitting down stiffly, hating how the mans constant smile grew. "I will explain everything once our second guest comes. For now, I will tell you that my name is Lucius Zander, and that I am the creator of what is happening here." Dominique stared at Lucius, her blue eyes boring into his grey ones. This man is the reason she was ripped out of her life, thrown into such unfamiliar territory? Anger was clear across Dom's face, her disgust growing as the man seemed to be delighted to see Dominique so livid.
Dominique slowly inched her hand towards the hidden jacket pocket, knowing that if she managed to jump up fast enough, she could burry the three inch blade into his neck. Before Dominique's hand even got close to her knife, however, there was another knock at the door. Lucius didn't take his eyes off of Dom's as he called the new comer in. Dominique refused to look away, the two staring, one angry, the other excited. It was Lucius who looked away first, looking up to the person who stepped into the room. "Ah, Robin Slater! I'm so glad you could join us! Please, sit down." Dominique glared at Lucius, only looking away when she saw movement next to her. Dom's anger turned to interest when she saw the man, Robin. He looked a mixture of angry and scared, his large shoulders tense, and his eyes wide, taking in every detail of his surroundings, including Dominique. Lucius introduced both him and Dominique to Robin, Dom only nodding to the man, looking back with hatred at Lucius.
"Now that we've gotten introductions out of the way, we can get to explaining where you are and why you are here," Lucius' smile continued to spread across his face in delight as he sat down, crossing his hands on the desk again. "This place is called the Institution. It was once a old prison, but was abandoned due to a bad storm, which crippled its electrical system. We are now using the remote prison as a lab." Lucius paused, taking in the shocked and confused looks of his audience. "You see, my goal in life is to create human weapons. As you can imagine, I need living subjects to fulfill this dream-" Dominique suddenly interrupted Lucius, her anger getting the better of her again, "Why can't you just get willing subjects? Why did you choose us? I've got better things to do, rather then getting abducted and tested on like some animal." Lucius' smile went away, anger replacing it. "Do not interrupt me!" He screamed, jumping up. Dom flinched backwards, tensing up. Lucius took a few heavy breaths before speaking in a tense tone, "To answer your question, Miss Barrel, no one will come willingly if they know how horrible it will be for them. That, and what I'm doing is considered illegal, so there's no way for me to possible do this above the radar."
"Now, we have a little elimination process here before we get started on the actual testing, but I will have Juan, my guard, explain that to you as he gives you the official orientation," The smile was back, and Lucius was calm again, sitting down. Dominique looked to Robin, her anger only growing. Lucius pressed a button on his desk with a beep, Juan, the large guard that escorted Dominique, came in with a second large man. "Juan, Sam, please take our new members and give them the run-down of the next few processes." Once again handcuffs were put on Dominique and Robin, the two 'new members' being lead reluctantly out of the room. They were shown lazily around the rather large prison, shown the lunch room, the showers and bathrooms, they explained the schedules of meal time and shower time, as well as showing them an indoor gym, which they would have access too a few hours a day. The last thing that was shown to them, was a rather large pit, which had raised seats, much like a gladiator ring. "This will be your fighting ring." Juan lazily gestured to the pit ten feet below.
Both Robin and Dominique looked at the guard, confused. "Once a week you will fight an opponent. You will kill that opponent, or be killed yourself. Once you have won at least ten rounds of Vanilla fighting, you will then move onto the next steps of the process, which are being tested on. Every day you will come here to watch a fight occur. I recommend you take notes on everyone's fighting styles, their strengths, and their weaknesses, because you won't know who you're fighting until the moment of. Today is Saturday, which is the only day we do not fight the inmates. Tomorrow you will both be entered in to fight a random opponent. If you win, you will fight the next week, so on and so forth." Dominique stood, stunned into silence. Her brain was going a mile a minute trying to process the information. She was to fight a random person, kill them or be killed? Tears started to well in Dom's eyes as she was walked back to her cell, separating from Robin and Sam, the other guard. Once in her cell, Dominique sat down on the uncomfortable matt, staring hopelessly at the wall in front of her. "This is going to be hell..."
Through the door, the man called to a very confused Dominique, "Go to the opposite wall, and put your hands on the wall." Dominique stayed where she was, confused and starting to get angry. The man looked up, seeing her disobeying, and instantly got mad. "Bitch, I will beat the shit out of you if you don't do as I say!" His loud, deep voice was enough to scare Dominique into obedience, quickly turning and pressing her sweaty palms against the wall. It was now that she realized she was still in her clothing from the night before. Excitement bubbled in Dominique's chest as she remembered there was a 'hidden' pocket in her jacket, which had a knife she always carried with her in it. Dominique tried not to show her triumph, wiping her face of any emotion.
The guard on the other side of the door finally came in, his heavy boots thudding loudly against the ground as he came up in back of her, grabbing her wrists roughly and yanking them behind her back. Dominique clenched her jaw, feeling tight hand cuffs pinch her skin. The last time she was in hand cuffs it was for a Halloween party, her lover at the time was a cop, and she was a criminal, being lead around by the cuffs. The guard lead Dominique out of the room, taking her down multiple hallways, and going up a few flights of stairs, before coming upon two double doors at the end of the hallway. The guard stopped Dominique, uncuffing her, and pushing her towards the door. When they got to them, the guard grumbled, "Knock," before walking away. Dom watched the man walk to the end of the hallway, but he didn't leave until he saw her do as he said.
With a shaking hand, Dominique gave a tiny knock, actually surprised that someone answered right away. Opening the door Dominique walked into a very large, but very empty office. The window walls had the blinds down, there was a large desk in the middle of the room, and there were two chairs, a couple of file cabinets, and a small couch that was against the far right wall. There was a man sitting at the desk, his hands folded together, a small smile on his face. The most shocking thing about his appearance were his grey eyes, which were piercing, taking in every detail of someone easily. Dominique stood in front of the door, staring at the man, who was now standing. "Dominique Barrel! How lovely it is to meet you in person, finally!" Dominique flinched at the sound of her name on the mans surprisingly soft voice. "Please, come and sit down!" The man said is as a request, but his eyes darkened, as if it was an order. Dominique didn't fight, walking over and sitting down stiffly, hating how the mans constant smile grew. "I will explain everything once our second guest comes. For now, I will tell you that my name is Lucius Zander, and that I am the creator of what is happening here." Dominique stared at Lucius, her blue eyes boring into his grey ones. This man is the reason she was ripped out of her life, thrown into such unfamiliar territory? Anger was clear across Dom's face, her disgust growing as the man seemed to be delighted to see Dominique so livid.
Dominique slowly inched her hand towards the hidden jacket pocket, knowing that if she managed to jump up fast enough, she could burry the three inch blade into his neck. Before Dominique's hand even got close to her knife, however, there was another knock at the door. Lucius didn't take his eyes off of Dom's as he called the new comer in. Dominique refused to look away, the two staring, one angry, the other excited. It was Lucius who looked away first, looking up to the person who stepped into the room. "Ah, Robin Slater! I'm so glad you could join us! Please, sit down." Dominique glared at Lucius, only looking away when she saw movement next to her. Dom's anger turned to interest when she saw the man, Robin. He looked a mixture of angry and scared, his large shoulders tense, and his eyes wide, taking in every detail of his surroundings, including Dominique. Lucius introduced both him and Dominique to Robin, Dom only nodding to the man, looking back with hatred at Lucius.
"Now that we've gotten introductions out of the way, we can get to explaining where you are and why you are here," Lucius' smile continued to spread across his face in delight as he sat down, crossing his hands on the desk again. "This place is called the Institution. It was once a old prison, but was abandoned due to a bad storm, which crippled its electrical system. We are now using the remote prison as a lab." Lucius paused, taking in the shocked and confused looks of his audience. "You see, my goal in life is to create human weapons. As you can imagine, I need living subjects to fulfill this dream-" Dominique suddenly interrupted Lucius, her anger getting the better of her again, "Why can't you just get willing subjects? Why did you choose us? I've got better things to do, rather then getting abducted and tested on like some animal." Lucius' smile went away, anger replacing it. "Do not interrupt me!" He screamed, jumping up. Dom flinched backwards, tensing up. Lucius took a few heavy breaths before speaking in a tense tone, "To answer your question, Miss Barrel, no one will come willingly if they know how horrible it will be for them. That, and what I'm doing is considered illegal, so there's no way for me to possible do this above the radar."
"Now, we have a little elimination process here before we get started on the actual testing, but I will have Juan, my guard, explain that to you as he gives you the official orientation," The smile was back, and Lucius was calm again, sitting down. Dominique looked to Robin, her anger only growing. Lucius pressed a button on his desk with a beep, Juan, the large guard that escorted Dominique, came in with a second large man. "Juan, Sam, please take our new members and give them the run-down of the next few processes." Once again handcuffs were put on Dominique and Robin, the two 'new members' being lead reluctantly out of the room. They were shown lazily around the rather large prison, shown the lunch room, the showers and bathrooms, they explained the schedules of meal time and shower time, as well as showing them an indoor gym, which they would have access too a few hours a day. The last thing that was shown to them, was a rather large pit, which had raised seats, much like a gladiator ring. "This will be your fighting ring." Juan lazily gestured to the pit ten feet below.
Both Robin and Dominique looked at the guard, confused. "Once a week you will fight an opponent. You will kill that opponent, or be killed yourself. Once you have won at least ten rounds of Vanilla fighting, you will then move onto the next steps of the process, which are being tested on. Every day you will come here to watch a fight occur. I recommend you take notes on everyone's fighting styles, their strengths, and their weaknesses, because you won't know who you're fighting until the moment of. Today is Saturday, which is the only day we do not fight the inmates. Tomorrow you will both be entered in to fight a random opponent. If you win, you will fight the next week, so on and so forth." Dominique stood, stunned into silence. Her brain was going a mile a minute trying to process the information. She was to fight a random person, kill them or be killed? Tears started to well in Dom's eyes as she was walked back to her cell, separating from Robin and Sam, the other guard. Once in her cell, Dominique sat down on the uncomfortable matt, staring hopelessly at the wall in front of her. "This is going to be hell..."