Dominique was sitting up in the stands, watching Robin absolutely demolish the man in the Pit. She stared, watching Robin be escorted out by Juan, who seemed to be much kinder to Robin than he was to her. Frowning and crossing her good arm over the other, she leaned back in her chair, and watched the rest of the fights. It was the last fight that majorly caught her attention. It was her father and a very large, fat man with a weird hair cut, who seemed to be highly enjoying his day. He was grinning and cracking his knuckles as the automated voice spoke above them "Fin Barrel versus James Ramirez." Dom gritted her teeth together, scooting to the edge of her seat. She glanced around the crowed, seeing if she couldn't spot her sister. There was the sound of someone getting punched, Dominique looking down to see her father on the ground, Ramirez above him, laughing.
Anger flared through Dom's chest, her good fist clenching tightly. Fin didn't get up for a second, holding his jaw, which was hanging at an odd angle, Dominique realizing his jaw was broken. Fist shaking, Dominique stared, watching as Fin tried to get up, putting his limp hands up. Ramirez laughed, smacking his hands away, and kneeing Fin in the gut. Fin doubled over, then was knocked down when his opponent karate chopped the back of his neck. Tears that were a mixture of anger and fear started to well in Dominique's eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Fin lay on the ground, the fat man stomping on his ribs, hard. Suddenly Dominique was standing up, screaming into the Pit, "Dad, get up!" The sound of his daughters voice made Fin look up, his eyes squinting past the bright lights. Ramirez stopped in his stomping, taking a step back to see if the older man would actually get up. Fin struggled, but managed to use the wall of the arena to pull himself to his knees. Ramirez started to laugh, suddenly launching forward, and slamming his knee into Fins face, crushing it between him and the wall. The first blow had already killed Fin, but the fat man didn't stop, kneeing and kneeing the bloody pulp of Fins face till it was as flat as a pancake.
Dominique stared at the body of her father as it slumped to the side. Her fist had stopped shaking, her tears had disappeared, and now she just stood there, staring as Ramirez was escorted out of the pit, still smiling wide. The other inmates slowly filed out of the Pit, the fighting over. Dom continued to stand there until finally Juan came over, putting a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it a little too tightly. "Get a move on, Barrel," He growled, eying the clean up crew that was scraping brains off the wall, and dragging Fin's body away in a body bag. Dominique didn't move, Juan forcibly steering her out of the Pit and to her cell. Dominique sat quietly on her cot, staring blankly at the wall. It took Dom an hour before she actually moved, standing up and moving to the mirror on the wall, which slightly distorted her reflection, seeing as it wasn't real glass. Her face was pale and her eyes were red, despite not actually crying. Her throat and arm burned, the pain starting to make her angry. After a few seconds of staring at her reflection Dominique snapped. She started to scream at the top of her lungs, kicking her cot across the cell, punching and body slamming the wall. Grabbing the kicked got she threw it with one arm, slamming it into the other wall, the cot bending a little from the force. Eventually Sam had to run into the room with a syringe full of clear liquid, which he managed to jab into Dom's neck after he over powered her. At first nothing happened, and Dom continued to scream and smack at Sam, but seconds later her vision got blurry, and she suddenly fell asleep.
When Dominique woke up, she was on her cot, her arm, neck, and good fist aching dully. She apparently had been crying in her sleep, because the corners and sides of her face were tight and covered in tear-residue. Sam was unlocking the door, eying her through the small window in the door. "Going to behave now?" He asked, eyebrow raised. Dominique didn't answer, she just stood, putting a hand to her temple. Sam didn't bother cuffing her one hand, just lead her by the arm into an activity room full of other inmates. Dom saw neither Robin nor Gabbie, so she just sat by herself, looking depressed and tired, seeing as she was both. No one bothered her, just leaving her to think about the past week, which had been the worse week she could ever imagine. 'I have to get out of here...' Dom thought, glaring down at the floor.
Anger flared through Dom's chest, her good fist clenching tightly. Fin didn't get up for a second, holding his jaw, which was hanging at an odd angle, Dominique realizing his jaw was broken. Fist shaking, Dominique stared, watching as Fin tried to get up, putting his limp hands up. Ramirez laughed, smacking his hands away, and kneeing Fin in the gut. Fin doubled over, then was knocked down when his opponent karate chopped the back of his neck. Tears that were a mixture of anger and fear started to well in Dominique's eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Fin lay on the ground, the fat man stomping on his ribs, hard. Suddenly Dominique was standing up, screaming into the Pit, "Dad, get up!" The sound of his daughters voice made Fin look up, his eyes squinting past the bright lights. Ramirez stopped in his stomping, taking a step back to see if the older man would actually get up. Fin struggled, but managed to use the wall of the arena to pull himself to his knees. Ramirez started to laugh, suddenly launching forward, and slamming his knee into Fins face, crushing it between him and the wall. The first blow had already killed Fin, but the fat man didn't stop, kneeing and kneeing the bloody pulp of Fins face till it was as flat as a pancake.
Dominique stared at the body of her father as it slumped to the side. Her fist had stopped shaking, her tears had disappeared, and now she just stood there, staring as Ramirez was escorted out of the pit, still smiling wide. The other inmates slowly filed out of the Pit, the fighting over. Dom continued to stand there until finally Juan came over, putting a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it a little too tightly. "Get a move on, Barrel," He growled, eying the clean up crew that was scraping brains off the wall, and dragging Fin's body away in a body bag. Dominique didn't move, Juan forcibly steering her out of the Pit and to her cell. Dominique sat quietly on her cot, staring blankly at the wall. It took Dom an hour before she actually moved, standing up and moving to the mirror on the wall, which slightly distorted her reflection, seeing as it wasn't real glass. Her face was pale and her eyes were red, despite not actually crying. Her throat and arm burned, the pain starting to make her angry. After a few seconds of staring at her reflection Dominique snapped. She started to scream at the top of her lungs, kicking her cot across the cell, punching and body slamming the wall. Grabbing the kicked got she threw it with one arm, slamming it into the other wall, the cot bending a little from the force. Eventually Sam had to run into the room with a syringe full of clear liquid, which he managed to jab into Dom's neck after he over powered her. At first nothing happened, and Dom continued to scream and smack at Sam, but seconds later her vision got blurry, and she suddenly fell asleep.
When Dominique woke up, she was on her cot, her arm, neck, and good fist aching dully. She apparently had been crying in her sleep, because the corners and sides of her face were tight and covered in tear-residue. Sam was unlocking the door, eying her through the small window in the door. "Going to behave now?" He asked, eyebrow raised. Dominique didn't answer, she just stood, putting a hand to her temple. Sam didn't bother cuffing her one hand, just lead her by the arm into an activity room full of other inmates. Dom saw neither Robin nor Gabbie, so she just sat by herself, looking depressed and tired, seeing as she was both. No one bothered her, just leaving her to think about the past week, which had been the worse week she could ever imagine. 'I have to get out of here...' Dom thought, glaring down at the floor.