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Robin Slater

28 year old fireman living in Washington, D.C.

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a character in “Institution”, as played by bjzuels

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Robin Slater




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Every new beginning starts with some other beginnings end.

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Dialogue Color: #3358ffcolor



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Nickname(s): Rob


Age: 28 Birthday: January 3rd Zodiac: Capricorn


Gender: Male


Sexuality: Straight




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Traits: Leader, Organized, Quick to act, Laid Back


Likes: Solitude, Good food and drink, A few close friends,


Dislikes: Untrustworthy people, Disorganized people, Indecision


Strengths: Organized, Eager to learn, Cares for others above self


Weaknesses: Introverted, Quick to judge, Paranoia at times




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Height and Weight: 6'1", 200lbs


Ability: 1) Physical abilities Strength/speed/stamina of a world class athlete or higher 2) small tissue regeneration


Everyday Appearance: Most days wears casual clothing, a bit of stubble on face but otherwise well groomed.

Scars, Tattoos, Piercings: Slight scar on upper right side of chest from shoulder surgery.




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History: Robin grew up in a sleepy little New England town in Massachusetts. He is an only child and both of his parents passed away in a car accident shortly after her graduated from college. After college he ended up in Washington, DC as a waiter in a local restaurant. Two years ago he was accepted to be a fireman in the city and has been doing this since. He lives alone in an apartment, having been in and out of relationships. Currently he is alone and contemplating his next move in life.

Family: Father: James Slater (Deceased) Mother: Susan Slater (Deceased)

Face Claim: Chris Evans


So begins...

Robin Slater's Story

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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..."

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That night Dominique hardly slept. She sat on her matt, crying silently, shifting every once and a while when the spot she was sitting on got too deflated. With no way to tell the time, Dominique felt like the night would never end. Finally, after falling asleep from pure exhaustion from crying, the slot in her door opened. Sam, the familiar guard, looked through the door at her, his cruel eyes hungrily looking her up and down. "Hands against the opposite wall, now," Sam growled. Dominique glared with red puffy eyes, but did as she was told. Sam unlocked the door, and threw something on the floor at her feet. It looked to be a pair of sweat pants and a baggy top. "Put it on, now," Sam demanded, seemingly wanting everything done at that moment. Dominique picked up the clothing, her mind flashing to the knife that she had hidden in her pocket. If she took off her jacket, she had no way of protecting herself. Sam got impatient, Dominique just standing there staring at the clothing. he grabbed Dom's jacket and ripped it off, practically dislocating her shoulder at the same time. "Ow! Hey, stop! I can dress myself!" Dominique yelled, attempting to shove the man twice her size away.
Quickly Dom pulled off her own jacket, throwing it onto the thin pillow on her matt. Sam didn't seem to care that she wanted to keep the jacket, he just stood back and watched with a ugly smile as Dom took off her shirt awkwardly, trying to hide as much of herself as possible. Dressing as fast as possible, Dominique was then cuffed by a still grinning Sam, and lead out of the cell, and to the large mess hall, which had about ten people in it. Dominique was uncuffed, many people staring at her as she was let loose. Quickly glancing around the room, Dom's heart dropped, not seeing anyone in her family. She stood there for a second before edging towards the food line, which had a small choice of some type of mystery meat sandwiches, corn or green beans, and a stale looking roll. Not at all hungry, Dominique only grabbed a sandwich and a small amount of corn, once again looking around the room, trying to figure out where she could sit. That's when she noticed Robin Slater, the man she met yesterday. He was sitting alone, chewing on one of the rolls with a wrinkled nose.
Hurrying over to the familiar man, Dominique sat down, catching the mans attention. Dominique held out her hand, trying to smile politely, "Hi, I'm Dominique, we met yesterday..." Robin shook her hand, nodding to her, the disgusted look still on his face as he tried to swallow the sad excuse of bread. Dominique didn't even bother trying to eat her food, looking around the lunch room, many people still staring at her. Everyone looked hopeless on the inside, a dead look in their eyes, a few people looking mean. "This whole situation... I feel like I'm in a dream," Dominique mumbled, "My family should be here... I haven't really seen them ever sense I got here, not that I had much of a chance... I've only seen them once, and I was too groggy to really notice." Dominique's eyes started to water, but before she could settle on the negative emotions, Juan, the first guard, walked into the room with a clip bored. "Akins, Andrews, Barrel, Ender, Slater, Zander, with me. It's time for your Pit time." Robin and Dominique met eyes, fear flashing in Dom's. Throwing away her untouched food, her and the five other people all went over to Juan, who didn't bother cuffing them. Taking the group across the room, and through a couple hallways, the group was lead into a locker room. "You're opponents are already ready. Akins goes first, then Ender, Slater, Zander, Andrews, and last is Barrel." Juan sounded bored, as if practically giving these people their death certificate was something normal. The middle aged woman, Akins, was sent out right away. When she walked out of the door across the room, there was a loud automated voice calling, "Julia Akins versus Hamich Jacobs."
The group sat silently, Juan doodling lazily on his clip board. Fifteen minutes later, a telephone rang next to Juan, who quickly picked it up. A grin spread across his face, and he hung up the phone. "Hamich Jacobs won... Ender, you're up." There was a pause of surprise, everyone looking at one another with scared faces. Dominique, who was sitting next to Robin, couldn't help but scoot closer to the bigger man, trying to remember the details of Julia Akins face. The young boy, who looked to be 18, walked out, the voice announcing who he was. This time the group waited about twenty minutes before the phone rang. Ender had won, although he didn't come back into the locker room. Robin was then sent out, taking one last look at Dominique before exiting through the doors. Ten minutes, then Sam announced that Robin had won. Dominique released the breath she had been subconsciously holding ever sense the phone rang. Next was Zander, who lost, then Andrews, who had won but then died right after because she had bled out shortly after winning. Finally it was Dominique's turn to fight. Shaking uncontrollably, Dom walked out into a large dirt arena, bright lights shining in her eyes. Dominique barley even registered the animated voice until she recognized the name. "Dominique Barrel Versus Desmond Barrel."
Dom froze where she stood, looking across the large arena to see her terrified looking little brother standing on the other side. Desmond was only 15, although he was tall for his age, almost as tall as Dominique. Desmond was always strong, although when the two were younger, Dominique was always able to over power her younger brother, and that never changed. Dominique walked towards her brother, who was also shaking, tears trailing down his face. The two hugged tightly, Desmond flinching when Lucius' voice came on the intercom, "If you two don't fight, you both will face a punishment worse than death. I suggest you hurry your good byes up." Desmond started to cry harder, pulling away from Dominique, who was now struggling to hold her own panic back. "Dom, what are we going to do? I-I don't want to die, or be punished..." Dominique grabbed Des' hand. "Don't worry, they won't hurt a kid as young as you, maybe if we just refuse to fight..." Even Dominique knew that she didn't sound very convincing. "I-I saw a ten year old boy get sent out, he didn't come back... He went up against that Andrews lady. I-I saw what happened. He bit her wrist like an animal, and she had to snap his neck to get him off... I-I'm sorry, Dom, but I can't..." To Dominique's horror, Desmond backed away, and put his fists up.
Now she was crying, falling to her knees in the blood stained dirt. "Des... Please don't-" Desmond slammed his fist into his sisters face, Dominique yelping and falling to the ground, Desmond letting out a strangled cry as tears poured harder out of his eyes. Desmond started to kick his sister in the ribs, Dominique just laying there, grunting and coughing with each kick. Lucius' voice came back on the over head, "Miss Barrel, if you don't fight back we'll kill your brother in the most horrendous way you can think. Get up and hit him." Desmond paused in his relentless kicking, fear in his eyes at the change in the game. Anger rushed through Dominique, screaming up into the air, "Fuck you!" Suddenly Desmond kicked Dom, hard, in the head. Vision going black for a second, a loud ringing squealed in her ears. She rolled onto her other side, back to Desmond, holding the area where her brothers shoe hit her in the temple. There was a sharp pain in her back, which was Desmond continuing to hit her. Lucius' voice came again, "I am true to my word, Miss Barrel. Get up, now."
Once again Des paused in his attacks, giving Dominique the chance to get up, shaking and coughing, the taste of blood in her mouth.
Dominique didn't know what to do. Fight and kill her brother, or let Desmond kill her? Dom was stubborn enough, her head telling her to stay alive to spite Lucius and get her revenge, but her heart ached at the idea of hurting her little brother. Desmond seemed to have made up his mind, however, screaming and rushing the bleeding Dominique. Bending low, Desmond attempted to tackle Dom around the middle, but Dominique instinctively braced herself, catching Des and managing to pick him up, throwing him to the ground. Dominiques mind went blank as she got on top of her innocent 15 year old little brother, her brain not registering the pain in her fist as she punched Des' face, ignoring the pain as Desmond scratched at her arm that was holding his throat, ignoring the scratches and fingers grabbing at her face. Dominique didn't even notice the increasing tears and blood that was mixing together on Desmonds face as she kept punching and punching. Eventually Desmond managed to get out a strangled, "Dom!" Snapping out of her head, Dominique stared down at what she had done. Teeth had been knocked out, his nose was broken, and she clearly shattered an orbital, Desmonds eye popping out and pointing in the wrong direction. His face was purple under all the blood, Dom never releasing her tight grip on his throat.
Desmond stopped fighting, understanding that he had no chance anymore, even if Dominique did let him kill her. So instead he just silently choked, staring up at Dominique with a tear and fear filled eye. "I-I lo...." Desmond tried to wheeze out through the trembling hand of Dominique, but never managed to complete the words. His good eye rolled to the back of his head, and his hands, which were softly petting Dom's long hair, fell to the ground. Dominique didn't realize she was bawling, holding her clearly broken hand to her chest as her other hand held tight to her little brothers throat. She didn't let go until Sam and Juan came in, pulling her crying shaking body off of her dead brother. The arena, where all the other prisoners, including her crying family, was completely silent. Dominique allowed herself to be dragged away, eyes still locked on the bloody mess of Desmond Barrel, who was 15 and wanted to be just like his big sister, but never would be because now he was dead. The last thing Dominique saw before she passed out was the doors closing on the image of her little brother who would never grow up.

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When Dominique woke up, she was laying in a hospital bed. Her hand was in a weird bandage, an IV dripping even weirder orange liquid into the broken hand. Turning her aching head, Dominique almost cried out with joy, seeing her father and sister, Gabbie, sitting next to her bed. Gabbie was the first to notice that Dom was awake, her tired and tear stained face lighting up. Dom's father gave her a sad smile, speaking quietly, "How are you feeling?" Dominique looked back at her hand. "Pretty bad... What is this stuff?" She motioned at the IV drip in her hand. "That doctor man mentioned something about it helping your hand heal faster, so you can fight again next week..." Dominique frowned, looking around the room. The absence of her mother suddenly became apparent to Dom, who voiced the question. Instantly she regretted asking, the looks on Gabbie and her fathers face horrible. Her father looked sad, tears welling in his eyes, while Gabbie looked terrified, and her hands started to shake. "I was... Forced to go up against her," Gabbie said in barley a whisper, "She just laid down, told me to squeeze her neck as hard as I could... That's why that bad guy told you that you can't just led Desmond attack, he scolded me after the match, saying it wasn't fair for the experiment..."
The mention of Desmond, and the news of her mothers death made Dominique start to cry for the hundredth time today. She put her good hand up to her bruised and scratched face, starting to sob. There was a knock on the door that made Dom look up, eyebrows furrowing when she saw a man in a lab coat standing in the doorway of the cell. "Good evening, all. This is Miss Barrels room, correct?" He looked up, smiling as if he was an actual doctor meeting new patients. Dom's face hardened, silently nodding. "Wonderful! My name is Randy Johnson, I'm Dr. Zander's partner, I'll be taking care of you. So I understand you've broken your hand pretty badly from your last fight. We're currently giving you an experimental drug, that will hopefully encourage your cells to heal themselves faster. If you experience any weird symptoms, please come to me straight away," The man said in a happy, almost baby-talk voice. Dominique said nothing, just glared as the 'Doctor' came fully into the room, taking a look at her injured left hand, lifting the bandages a little. Dominique could see that the area around the IV drip had a weird orange tint to it. She looked up at Randy, noticing that although his face remained still, his eyes flashed with first panic then interest as he examined her hand.
"Does it hurt?" Randy asked, his Doctor voice gone, now replaced with a husky, slightly aroused growl. Dominique was taken aback by the question, raising her eyebrow. Randy then looked into Dominique's eyes, growling again, "Answer me... On a scale of one to ten, how bad does it hurt?" Dominique frowned, pausing before reluctantly answering, "It burns pretty bad... So a 6" The smile on Randy's face was sickening. "I'll keep an eye on your hand. For now you'll be staying here, either until your hand is fixed, or until you have to fight again." With that Randy turned and left the room, feverously writing on his clip board. Dominique looked over to her two remaining family members, about to open her mouth and say something, but unfortunately Juan and Sam entered into the room. "Come on, visitation's over," Juan growled, taking out a pair of cuffs. Dominique watched as her father and Gabbie were cuffed, both of them looking worriedly at her. "Find me when you can, okay?" Dom called after them as they were escorted out.
For the next couple of days, Dominique's hand was getting worse instead of better. The orange tint had spread to the lines of her veins, and the burning was almost constant. Randy refused to give Dom any medication for the pain, saying it would hinder his results on how well the healing serum worked. Finally, after four days in the 'hospital' room, Randy decided to just let the hand heal on its own, mumbling something about needing to change a few properties in it. With a bandaged arm and a few Advil pills, Dominique was escorted to a cell that was the same as Robin's cell, although she didn't know it. Looking around the now spacier room, Dom lied back on the cot. Soon she fell into a uncomfortable sleep full of her brother dying under her, and her mother being brutally killed over and over.

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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.

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For the rest of the day Dominique didn't see Robin anywhere, or her sister. She sat in her seat watching some of the other people interact with one another. Almost everyone seemed to not want anything to do with the other inmates, but there were also a group of particularly cruel looking inmates in a group. There were about five men in the group, Dominique recognizing the Ramirez man standing with them. Anger flared in Dom's chest, her good hand clenching the arm rest of the chair she was sitting in. Revenge was the only thing she cared about suddenly, looking around to see if there were any weapons. Ramirez had broken her fathers jaw in one swing, there was no way she could face him with one arm. While looking around, Dominique caught the eye of Sam and one other glasses wearing guard, whom she didn't recognize. Sam raised an eyebrow at her, noticing the anger in her eyes. Dominique quickly turned back around, chewing on her lip as she realized attacking Ramirez might be harder then she originally thought.
Right as Dominique noticed a pencil on the coffee table in front of her, she also noticed that Ramirez had also spotted her. His ugly grin widened into a even uglier smile, tapping a few friends on the shoulders before starting to walk over to Dominique. Dom glared, glancing at Sam who was still looking suspiciously at her. Instead of getting up and going for the pencil, Dominique stayed in her chair, and looked up at the three men who were now standing in front of her. "Well, well, well. Isn't it the little girl who's fathers head I bashed in," Ramirez drawled, his friends chuckling behind him. Dominique just glared up at the man, her jaw clenching tight. "That was some noble thing you did, trying to support your father." Ramirez reached a hand out to touch Dom's face, but she slapped it away. The anger from Dominique's face was mirrored on Ramirez's now. "Bitch!" He growled, jumping forward and suddenly grabbing Dominique's face.
For a split second Dom started to freak out, but quickly got control over the situation, wriggling her body out from under the larger man, and kicking him in the face. The first kick surprised him enough that he let go long enough for Dominique to shove herself off of the seat, falling to the floor on her back. Reaching up with her good hand, she groped for the pencil, finding it just in time, Ramirez diving for her. Dominique thrusted the pencil into Ramirez's knee cap, wedging a good inch under the actual cap and bone. Ramirez howled in pain, falling to the floor, his buddies too stunned to actually do anything. Dominique angled the pencil upwards, hearing the snapping sound of his knee cap dislocating. Ramirez was now screaming in agony, thrashing around so much that the pencil snapped at the tip, leaving a good chunk of the pencil lodged under his knee cap. Dom could hear Sam and the second guard rushing towards them, so right as Sam went to make a grab for her, she sprung up to Ramirez's face, and dove her broken and bloody pencil right in to the man's jugular.
Ripping the pencil away, blood started to pour everywhere, Ramirez continuing to writhe as he tried to stop the bleeding. Dominique grinned as she felt Sam and the second Guard grab her from under her arms, lifting her off of Ramirez and out of the blood puddle. Dom started to laugh as she was being dragged away, yelling at the dying man on the ground, "Yeah, I am that mans daughter! The one thing you forgot, however, is that I have my mothers fury in me!" Dom got the last few words out as the doors to the stunned and silent common room closed. Now in the hallway Dominique paid more attention to the two men dragging her away. Sam looked emotionless, his face set in a hard look. The second guard, however, looked slightly frightened, although he tried not to show it. Dom grinned wider, even though she was certain that they were either going to lock her up for multiple days, or punish her in worse ways. So, deciding to make her last moments fun, Dom went completely limp. The sudden dead weight surprised both Sam and the other Guard, making them drop her. Dominique started to cackle, scooting herself away, still laying on her back. "Henry, grab her damn arm will you?!" Sam yelled, trying to grab her feet to keep her still. Henry, the scared guard, seemed to be afraid of Dominique, even though he had much more muscle on him then she did. Dom didn't make it easy for the two guards to pick her up by her feet and arms, rolling around and kicking her feet violently whenever Sam or Henry managed to grab onto her foot. Eventually, however, the fun had to stop. Sam, now angry, kicked Dom in the stomach, which caused her to pause long enough for Henry to grab her under her armpits. Sam quickly grabbed her feet, and started to lead Dominique away to wherever she was going.
Dominique stared up at the terrified Henry, who was noticeably sweating, refusing to look down at her. "So, where are you guys taking me?" Dominique asked, looking at the back of Sam's head. Neither guard answered, making Dom frown. A few seconds went by, and Dominique suddenly had a funny question pop into her head. "So is it just fate that all of you have super boring names, or are the just pen names, so that no one knows your real name?" Dominique smiled when she got the reaction she wanted. Henry's face tensed, looking impossibly more worried and scared. Sam, however, was the one who cracked and angrily answered her question, "They're pen names. Now will you shut up and stop trying to kick me?" Dominique giggled, for she had in fact been trying to hit Sam in the leg with her foot. "I have to make my last moments fun before you guys torcher me or whatever," Dominique defended. Henry suddenly looked confused, finally looking down to meet Dom's gaze for the first time. "We're not going to kill you, We're-"
"Henry, you Australian fuck, shut up!" Sam finally looked back at Henry, glaring. Sam was in fact right, Henry surprisingly had an Australian accent, which made him sound slightly more intimidating, even though he was still sweating from fear. Dominique raised an eyebrow, looking over to the back of Sam's head, now kicking him in the butt. "Don't be rude, Henry was talking." Dominique giggled a bit as she saw Sam visibly tense in anger. "We're here," Sam growled, reaching the doors that Dom recognized as Lucius' office. Sam dropped Dominique's legs roughly, while Henry carefully helped Dom stand up, although he took multiple steps back afterwards. Dominique looked to an irritated Sam, eyebrow raised. "Just go in," He begged in a still angry voice. Dominique huffed, but did as she was told for once, and pushed open the door. She half expected to see Robin sitting in a chair in front of the large desk, but instead only saw Lucius standing at one of the many windows in his office, looking stoic. "Ah, Miss Barrel," Lucius smiled when he spotted Dom, pausing to look her up and down, "My, my. So you did in fact attack another inmate, I see." Dominique looked down, only just realizing her prison outfit was covered in blood, as well as her good arm. "How is your broken hand?" Lucius walked over, sitting down at his desk, motioning for Dom to sit down as well.
Frowning, Dominique sat, looking down at her mentioned hand. "It's horrible. I think you should get new doctors," Dominique replied. Lucius' usual smile grew, chuckling a bit. "I see you divert to sarcasm when you're stressed." Dominique didn't answer, just stared. Lucius took this as a sign to continue on, "This week you're scheduled to fight once again, however seeing as your will and perseverance is what we're looking for, both you and Mr. Slater will be pushed ahead in the experiment. Robin's already been through one round of conditioning, that's where he's been this past day." Lucius paused to take in Dominique's angry glare, entertainment flashing in his eyes. "As for your arm, however, I do admit that the experimental serum was a fail." He shrugged as if it was some little problem. "After your next fight, scheduled two days from today, we'll go ahead and amputate the infected arm, and replace it with a better solution." Dom's eyes bulged, and her jaw dropped, anger now mixing with fear. "Why don't you just fix the arm I have now?!" Dominique tried to hide her panic, but her voice cracked halfway through her sentence. "The muscles are dead, Dominique, and the flesh is starting to erode away. If we were to take off those bandages I'm certain it would take the tissue off with it. The arm is a lost cause, why waist our effort with it when we know the out come? My doctors are working up a much better solution for you. In fact, we've already started to make and improve the newest model of artificial limb. There's nothing to worry about, Miss Barrel." Lucius smiled as Dominique stared at him, shaking. "I hope you do well in your next fight, Dominique." Lucius pressed a button on his desk, Henry instantly coming through the door. He took Dominique gently by the arm, leading the stunned woman out of the room and silently to her cell.

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When Dominique woke up from her power nap, her arm hurt worse than ever. The burning sensation was spreading up her to her shoulder, and from the smell that was emitting from it, Dominique knew that if she looked under the bandages all she would see is a rotting bloody mess. Anger enveloped her as she rolled onto her back, staring up at the ceiling, angry tears blurring the tiles. First her family, now her arm? How many more things did she have to loose before these people were satisfied? Dominique started to wonder if Lucius was ever going to let anyone go, the hopeless thoughts flooding her mind. There was no guarantee that after all this experimenting Dominique would survive. Even if she did manage to make it to the top, would she be released to the outside world? What would people think about her if she did manage to get out of this hell? She'd be a freak, and would probably be snatched up by the government the instant she stepped foot on free land.
Dominique didn't realize she was crying for a while, the tears dripping onto her neck startling her. Outside Dom's cell, she could hear foot steps, and soon after her door was opened. Dominique looked up to glare at her 'guest', but stopped when she saw that it was Henry, the new guard. Henry closed the door, and genuinely looked surprised to see the tears still rolling down Dominique's cheeks. "Are you okay?" He asked, stupidly. The subsiding anger flared to annoyance as Dominique stared at Henry, eyebrow raised. "Oh, I'm perfectly fine, it's not like I'm going to have to fight another person in two days, or get my arm amputated. Yeah, that stuff is perfectly fine with me!" Henry frowned, crossing his arms, "I was just trying to help... I'm here to tell you that as punishment for killing that man, you're not allowed in the common room till after your spar." Henry stood there, watching Dominique, who was staring back up at him. "Was that all?" Dominique asked after a few seconds of silence.
"You're also not allowed to eat the day of your fight. If you make it out, you're probably going to go straight into surgery, so they don't want anything to mess with the drugs." Dominique glanced down at her arm, which was still in the sling. "Why are they bothering to let me fight if they're wanting to do surgery right after? Isn't that a waist of time?" Henry shrugged. "I guess it's so that they know you're strong enough to continue. That and Slater has already fought twice, so it's only fair that you fight a second time." Dom clenched her teeth, about to make a bitter retort. Instead, she asked, "Why are you working here? You're young, and nice. You shouldn't be talking about sending a twenty year old girl to her death, or amputating her arm like it's normal." Henry scoffed, shaking his head, "I'm not here because I want the job, I'm here because I was once in your exact shoes. A year ago I was taken, Lucius had me fight against three other inmates, seeing as we were much smaller then. I was experimented on, and instead of continuing to try and perfect my abilities, Lucius allowed me to become a guard. The tests never stop, honestly, Lucius is a perfectionist."
Dom's heart dropped at this news. If the tests never stop, then she'll never have a chance to get out. Seeing a fresh wave of anger and grief coming, Henry decided it was time for him to leave. Pushing off of the wall he was leaning on, he started to sort through a ring of keys he had. As Henry opened the door, however, Dom quickly asked, "Where's Robin, anyways? Did he make it?" Henry nodded, smiling. "Lucius is just explaining the new schedules you guys will have. Instead of one fight a week, you'll be bumped up to two, and the rest of the days you'll have a couple hours of experiments and tests you'll be doing. Although Saturday and Sunday you'll have days off to rest and heal up." Dominique frowned, looking down at the ground. Henry hesitated for a second, quickly saying, "I'll bring your breakfast to you tomorrow, and you'll have your fight the day after that... I hope you make it out, I really like you." And with that he left.

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For the next day and a half Dominique pretty much slept, or paced her room. Every once and a while Henry would come in to talk with her, Dom eventually starting to enjoy Henry's presence. The night before Dominique had to fight, Henry came over and sat down on a chair that was in front of the small desk she had. "You nervous?" He asked with a pitying look. Dom frowned, nodding a bit. "I'm worried I won't make it out... Do you know if Robin will be there?" Henry leaned back in the chair, crossing his arms. "I'll make sure he's there. Did you two know one another outside of here?" Dominique shook her head, "No, but he was the first person I really met here. We were brought in together, learned what this place was together... He's the only thing I have, really. I don't know what happened to my sister, my parents and brother are dead... I'm just trying to hold onto something that'll keep me sane." Henry frowned, and didn't say anything for a while. Eventually he stood up, going to the door. "I'll make sure Robin will be there at the fight... Get some rest, you'll need it."
That night Dominique found it impossible to sleep. Her stress levels had boosted, making her roll around on her cot uncomfortably. Eventually she managed to get an hour or two of sleep before Sam came in, accompanied by Henry, and four other inmates. Dominique was walked to the familiar locker room, where she sat waiting for Sam to give them their order number. Dominique would be the third one to fight, two terrified looking men going before her. Dom sat there silently for thirty minutes, learning that only one man survived his battle. When it was her turn, Henry stopped her, taking off the sling that her arm was in. "Make it out alive, okay? Robin will be cheering for you," Henry tried to smile, but the familiar scared look crept back onto his face.
Taking a deep breath, Dominique walked out into the dirt Pit, the lights blinding her for a moment. "Dominique Barrel versus Eliza Lestrange." The robotic voice boomed. Dom looked across the ring to see a woman a few years older than her. She was shorter but stockier, with a mean glare on her already bruised face. Dominique kept her injured arm close to her as she took a couple steps forward. There were a few cheers in the crowed for Eliza, but when Dom glanced up past the lights into the stands, she saw Robin standing there, looking very anxious. The familiar face seemed to relax her nerves, looking back at her opponent. The two girls circled each other, holding eye contact for a few seconds before Eliza launched at Dom. Dom dodged out of the way, but didn't throw a punch, just backed up as fast as she could. The girls did this for a minute or two before Eliza started to visibly get annoyed, "Do something, bitch!" She yelled, charging once again.
Dominique didn't dodge this time, instead bent low and grabbed Eliza around the middle. The shorter woman tensed as Dominique lifted her up, attempting to get out of the hold by painfully gabbing Dom in the spine with her elbow. Dominique, using her one good hand, threw Eliza down to the ground, hard. Dom moved to get on top of the other fighter, but before she realized what was happening Eliza had kicked Dom's legs out from under her. Instinctively Dominique put her left arm out, so when she landed on it she felt her already weak bones snap like a twig. The pain was excruciating, turning Dom's vision black for a few seconds. When she was able to see again, Eliza was on top of her, and punching her. With the mixture of the pain from her arm and the blows to her head, Dominique had a very hard time focusing on getting out from under Eliza. After multiple punches Eliza paused to see if Dominique was still conscious, Dom taking advantage of the break to shoot her good hand up, and grab Eliza by the jaw.
Digging her nails into Elizas skin, Dominique wrenched her to the side, both of them rolling so that Dominique was now on top. Digging her fingers into the screeching woman more, Dominique didn't start punching her, but instead used her jaw as a handle as she started to slam Elizas head against the ground. Dominique got three good hits in before Eliza managed to grab Dom's injured arm, twisting her wrist painfully. Dominique yelled in pain, pushing away from Eliza, who let go and rolled out of reach. Both girls sat on the ground, panting as they glared at one another, both of their faces bleeding. The pain in Dom's arm was starting to grow, the burning sensation spreading to her chest as a mixture of blood and puss started to bleed through the bandages visibly. There was also a lump where her bone was probably sticking out. It was a major disadvantage that Dominique had no idea how to over come.
Eliza launched forward again, Dominique flipping onto her back, and sticking her legs out last minute. Catching Eliza in the abdomen Dominique used her momentum to flip her over her head, Eliza smacking against the ground. Dom got up quickly before Eliza could recover, running and kicking Eliza in the head as hard as possible. Eliza's head snapped to the side, a sickening cracking sound coming from her jaw. Dominique didn't pause in her kicking, only stopping to side step Eliza's flailing arms. To prevent Eliza from grabbing onto her leg, Dominique stomped down on Eliza's ribs, before then stomping back down on her head. There was another cracking sound, and Eliza went momentarily still. Dominique stomped down on her face again, this time feeling her foot physically sink into the broken skull. With one last stomp Eliza was officially motionless, her jaw sticking out at a horrible angle, and her face unrecognizable.
Dominique stood there, panting heavily, the adrenaline fuling both triumph and anger as she looked around at the silent stands. "How's that for an unlikely chance?!" Dominique screamed up at wherever Lucius was. She looked over to where Robin was sitting, tiredly grinning to him as he nodded to her. The double doors opened, Henry looking ecstatic at Dom's victory. Sam, who was walking over, actually managed a smile, nodding to Dominique as she walked over to Henry and out of the Pit. Dominiques triumphant mood, however, quickly ended when she remembered what was about to happen next. She looked down at her mangled arm, blood dripping from the soaked bandages. When she looked up there was a woman with short blond hair and a hospital bed waiting for her. The woman smiled, although it was a cruel and brutal smile. "Congratulations Miss Barrel... My name is Dr. Luxuria, I'll be taking care of your arm and other injuries. Welcome to the big leagues."

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When Dominique woke up, she couldn't move. Her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't lift them, and her body felt numb, and like it was separated from her head. After god knows how long of laying there, fading in and out of sleep, Dom started to feel something. First it was just a weird tingling in both her left shoulder, and chest. As time went on, and Dominique started to regain her strength, the tingling grew into a dull pain, her shoulder starting to hurt worse then the aching in her chest. Dom started to become aware that she couldn't feel her left hand, or arm in general. Realizing the reason she was currently lying in a bed, with a distant beeping in the background, was because she just had surgery. Dominique's eyes slowly opened, showing her a dark room much like the cell she woke up in on her first day. The pain in her chest had become more localized, and when she looked down, trying her best not to look at the left side of her body, Dom saw that she was in simply a sports bra and sweat pants. There were two area's that Dom could see were the source of her pain. One of them were dull red marks, placed on her chest much like a defibrillator, the second area was a small hole right where her heart would be.
Confused, Dominique went to reach up with her left arm and push the blankets off of her, but she froze when her arm lifted, feeling the weight of it. Shaking, Dominique tried to wiggle her fingers. At first she felt nothing, but eventually she could start to feel the movement of her joints. Dominique knew that if she looked down, she would probably see that her 'fingers' weren't actually hers. Shaking slightly, Dominique took the blankets, and pulled them all the way up her left shoulder, hiding the thing she knew was there. Wrapping her arm in the blanket, Dominique sat up, finally getting a good look around. There was a machine attached to her right ring finger, which lead to the beeping heart monitor, which had picked up ever sense she woke up.
Dominique slid out of the hospital bed, taking the blanket with her. There was a mirror on the wall, showing a very sleepy looking and beat up Dom, with messy hair, and a blanket covering her arm. Glancing at her tattoos on her right shoulder and wrist, Dominique couldn't help thinking, 'Well at least it was my left arm...' Pulling down the blanket very slowly, Dominique saw that the source of the burning pain in her left shoulder were multiple stitched up incisions, the longest one extending past almost half her collar bone. Dominique frowned, turning and sitting back in bed. The room was cold, but Dominique refused to remove the blanket from her numb arm, so instead cuddled into the extra bit that wasn't covering anything. For about an hour Dominique lay there, curled up, until finally the lights flickered on, and the sound of people walking up to her hospital cell echoed through the hallway. Dominique sat up to see Dr. Luxuria, Sam, and Lucius walking into her cell. The good Doctor was smiling wide seeing that Dominique was up, her smile widening when she saw the blanket covering her arm. "Have you gotten a good look? The surgery took hours, my feet are still sore!" Luxuria giggled a bit. Dominique frowned, glancing to Sam and Lucius, Lucius wearing his normal grin, although there was clear excitement in his eyes. "What are the marks on my chest?" Dominique asked, turning back to the Doctor.
Luxuria's smile dropped a little at the question. "We almost lost you for good, sweetie. We managed to resuscitate you, and once we got your vitals under control, and completed the surgery I went ahead and put some of the same strengthening serum we've been putting in Robin into you. Count this as your first treatment. We'll need to be a bit more rigorous with you, seeing as you need to match not only Robin's strength, but also the strength in that arm that you refuse to look at." Dominique opened her mouth to say something, but Lucius spoke first. "Now, now, Doctor, don't go spoiling the surprise!" Dom raised a cut eyebrow, looking to Lucius, who was smiling just as wide as Luxuria. "We've decided that we're going to partner our experiments together, not only to boost moral, but also to see how two experiments bond and help each other in fights. Your schedule will stay the same, although you, Miss Barrel, will be getting double the dosage on your treatments for a week, but for one of your two fights of the week you'll be fighting together with Robin, against another pair. You and Robin will do everything together, so I hope you enjoy the strong silent type." Lucius winked, looking absolutely delighted.
Dominique didn't realize that Luxuria was messing around with the visible incisions in her arm until she felt a increase of pain. Jolting away from Luxuria, Dominique froze. The blanket had slipped down a bit, and she could see steel grey metal peaking out. "I'm sure you're still adjusting, darling, but it's better if you just rip it off like a band aid," The Doctor said. Before Dominique could say or do anything, Luxuria was ripping off the blanket. The arm looked like something out of a movie. Dom stared at the bionic arm for a while, only looking up when Luxuria spoke. "Can you move your fingers?" Now that Dominique could see what she had been moving earlier, it seemed much harder to do anything. Eventually, however, the hand started to twist and clench to her will. Just like before, the limb had very little feeling to it, but the more she moved it the more it felt like a real arm. "Once you get use to it, your brain will start to trick your body into feeling the arm. For now, you probably just feel a dull sensation. I know that you went to school to get a mechanical engineering degree, so feel free to modify the arm. Just don't cut the red wires, those are attached to your nerves." Luxuria smiled, and turned to Lucius. "Give her one more treatment, just to get things rolling. If she passes out just relocate her to her new shared room. I'm going to go inform Mr. Slater. He's in the gym, correct?"
Luxuria had turned and started to mess with some items on a tray. She nodded to Lucius' question, instructing Sam to strap Dom down. "You know, at first I thought I should replicate this experiment, do exactly what I did to Robin to you, but then I realized that that ruins so much potential! So I'm going to play around for a bit. Instead of just putting the needle here," She pressed the needle against Dom's lower rib, "I'm putting it here." Suddenly the needle was plunging directly into Dominique's heart, right next to the previous injection sight. The burning pain seemed to pump through her body, only stopping at her bionic arm. Dominique couldn't help but scream, jerking against the bindings that held her arms and legs down. Her vision started to fade, but right as everything started to lose focus, Dominique snapped the binding holding her left arm, grabbing Luxuria's wrist. The Doctor suddenly screamed in pain as Dom easily snapped her wrist like a twig. Luxuria stumbled back, Sam hurrying forward go hold down Dom's arm. At first there was clear rage in Luxriua's eyes, but realization flickered into her eyes, seemingly calming her down. Straightening up, and looking at her oddly bent wrist, she started to grin. "Fascinating... The strength... Sam, take her to her new room, I need to fix this up." The needle was slowly pulled out of a panting Dominique, who was hardly awake, only slightly aware of the fact that her bed was moving. Eyes closed, Dominique only opened them when Sam picked her up. She was moved to a different bed, which looked to be a bunk bed by the blurry shape of it. The last thing Dominique registered was Sam pulling the blankets over her before she finally passed out, her chest and arm still burning.

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When Dominique woke up, it took her another long moment to realize why her left arm felt weird. She opened her eyes and saw the harsh grey of the metal. She flexed the robotic hand a few times, inspecting the joints and how they worked together to seamlessly complete each movement. Dom didn't even realize someone was in the room with her until she heard the sound of a shower being turned off. Rolling over, Dominique tilted her head up, seeing the door of what seemed to be the bathroom open just a sliver, steam trailing out of it. Sitting up Dominique looked down at her still topless torso, the grey sports bra the only thing covering the two red marks in Dom's chest. Laying on the desk across the decently sized room was a new shirt that was Dom's size, as well as a note saying 'I hope you are feeling well, I'll be seeing you in a few hours for dinner. ~H' Dominique grinned at the letter, knowing 'H' obviously meant Henry.
Pulling the prison uniform shirt over her self, Dominique managed to easily slide her new arm through the sleeve, as if nothing had changed. Although Dominique would never admit this to Luxuria, but it felt nice to be able to move her arm freely again, not in a sling burning painfully. The only thing that was really any different were the sore stitches in her shoulder, as well as the affected area in general. Dominique decided to play around with her new freedom again, grabbing the chair with her left hand, and lifting it up. Despite it being metal against metal, the grip was strong enough so the chair didn't swing around, or slip. Upon further inspection Dominique realized that there was a layer of what seemed to be textured silicone, or flexible plastic. Grinning to herself, Dominique kept picking up and setting down the chair, until eventually she picked the chair up so enthusiastically that she threw it across the room like it was a pillow. The chair smashed into the wall right next to the door of the bathroom.
Not only was there a very visible dent in the dry wall, but the chair back seemed to bend a bit in the corner. Dominique quickly leapt forward, picking up the chair and throwing it smoothly back into its place right as the door opened to reveal a half dried Robin in nothing but a towel. His hair was a mess, and there was still water dripping down his chest. Dominique gingerly smiled to her new partner, giving a little wave with her good hand. "Hiya," She giggled. Robin smiled back, although his eyes undoubtedly glanced at her arm. Dominique put it behind her back, her self esteem faltering slightly. "I'm still gettin' use to it... It's much stronger then my other arm," Dom commented with a shrug.
Robin went back into the bathroom to finish getting dressed while Dominique lay back down on her bunk, staring up at the bottom of the top bunk. Dom's mind started to wander, focusing on what the next couple of weeks would be like. The fighting on its own was grueling, but now Dominique not only has to fight twice a week, but she'll have to deal with painful 'conditioning' as well. She had absolutely no idea how she was going to stay sane, other then keep close to Robin and hope they both can fuel each other. Robin had finished getting dressed, coming out of the bathroom and sitting down on the now slightly bent chair. The two caught up on the past week, Dominique explaining how she avenged her father, and talked about Henry. Dom learned what she was going to expect for the next week, which was going to be a mixture of pain and more pain, it seemed. Slowly the conversation lead towards their life outside of the Institution. Dominique told Robin about her family, how she was in collage, getting a degree in engineering, and she ended up explaining how she could easily modify the new addition to her body.
The two easily talked for three hours before there was the sound of someone walking up to their door. There was a beeping of buttons, and then Henry appeared on the other side of the door, looking happy to see Dominique. Dom grinned at her befriended guard, sitting up in her bed. "Sam told me you broke Luxuria's wrist?" Henry raised an eyebrow. Dominique gave a sheepish grin to both Henry and Robin, trying not to giggle. "I swear it was an accident." Henry scoffed, glancing to Robin with a familiar scared look. He backed out of the doorway to let Dom and Robin out, motioning for them to walk. Robin and Dominique continued to talk, Dom making an effort to include Henry in some of the conversation, although Henry seemed too intimidated by Robin to say much other then "Oh, yeah." and "I mean I guess." Eventually the three got to the dinning area, which was different from the other newbie lunch room. This one seemed nicer, with more food choices and actual chairs to sit in, not typical lunchroom benches. Dominique didn't realize how hungry she was, having not eaten for almost two days. She piled her food high, thanking her new strength in her left arm for being able to carry the over loaded tray. Sitting down with Robin, the two dug in happily, both of them smiling and laughing, care free, for the first time in two weeks.

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When Robin had been hauled off, and Dom was told to continue training, she did as she was told, although rather angrily. Eventually Hans pushed her to the point where she actually threw a thirty pound dumb bell across the room and started to yell, although she managed to keep her hands in check. Hans quickly ended the training session, Henry coming up to escort her to the common room, where she ended up calming down and talking with both Sam and Henry for the rest of the day, explaining why she was let out early. Afterwards Henry escorted Dominique back to the room, saying that next time he'll be in the training room, to 'protect' Hans.
Robin, having already woken up, greeted Dominique with a question, in which Dom retold her version of the loss of patience with the new trainer. "It's almost as if they want us to attack this man. 'Here's a great idea, let's fill some people up with steroids and adrenaline, then push them as hard as we can!' Brilliant idea, if you ask me." Dom grinned at her sarcasm, looking over at Robin who was chuckling. The two went quiet, Dominique's eyes landing on the floor as her smile faded away. "Part of me wants to go home, but I know that nothing will ever be the same..." Dominique swallowed hard, her eyebrows furrowing as tears stung the back of her eyes. She sniffed, quickly composing herself and looking back up at Robin, who was frowning and looking worriedly at her. "But hey, who doesn't want to be a bionic bad ass?" Dom forced a smile, quickly grabbing a spare uniform from a dresser in the corner, mumbling that she was going to take a shower, then go to bed.
Closing the door, Dominique started to get undressed, starting up the shower so it had time to warm up. The hot water felt brilliant against her sweaty skin, washing away a mixture of blood, sweat, and dirt that had been missed due to the lack of a proper shower for the past two weeks. Dominique washed her hair happily, only using her right hand, not officially use to the feeling of her bionic hand on her skin. Enjoying the shower for much too long, Dominique got out, drying off. Once dressed Dom went into the main room, seeing the motionless form of Robin on the top bunk, breathing deeply. Dom went to bed, her last thoughts of her family, and how much she missed them.
When Dominique woke up, it wasn't to Robin trying to noiselessly crawl down from the top bunk, which was impossible due to his size, but instead from someone shaking her. Dominique gave a jolt when she opened her eyes to see Dr. Luxuria kneeling next to her bed, grinning wide. There was a cast on her wrist, Dom barley managing to hide her smile upon seeing it. "Get up, darling, we've got to give you another dose of conditioning. We're doing it early so you get another full days worth of exercise in." Luxuria whispered, tugging a very reluctant Dominique out of bed. Henry stood at the door, looking rather upset, frowning as he watched Luxuria with annoyed eyes. Dominique slipped on her shoes as she was whisked out of the room, barley managing to get a glance back to see if Robin was up.
Henry escorted both Dominique and Luxuria to a room full of hospital beds, all sectioned off by curtains. Dom figured this was the room Robin had gotten his conditioning in, seeing as there were a few other people laying in the beds, looks of pain in their faces. Dom was taken to a bed, where Luxuria instructed her to remove her shirt and lay on the table. Henry quickly turned around, looking as if something had suddenly caught his attention. Dominique did as she was told, getting up on the cold bed. Luxuria strapped Dominique's legs and right hand with normal bindings, but picked up a rather thick chain, strapping Dom's bionic arm to the side of bed. "Now," The good Doctor said with a smile, "Where should we inject this one?" Luxuria dragged the tip of the needle all along Dom's abdomen, almost seductively, smiling wider as she saw Dominique shiver. "Should we experiment and see how things go in a different area? Or should we keep things consistent?"
Dominique was about to give a sassy retort, but the words caught in her throat when Luxuria suddenly plunged the needle into her chest, the same area she had done it twice before. The familiar burning spread through her body, but Dominique was determined not to scream. Panting and straining against the bindings holding her down, Dominique was filled with rage. Her only thought was to get out of the bindings and snap Luxuria's pretty little neck. Dominique grabbed onto the chains that bound her wrist, and started to pull harder against them. The joints in Dom's arm audibly strained, but Luxuria seemed to be enjoying the look of painful determination on her patients face to even realize that she was in danger. With another wave of strength Dominique managed to break the chains holding her arm, the metal rope lashing out and not only smacking Luxuria in the stomach, but swung around and sliced Dominique in the chest.
The Doctor took a step back, grabbing the area the sharp metal had cut her, looking surprised and confused. Dominique didn't even feel the stinging pain of the already healing wound, too focused on getting out of the bed. She started to lash out and pull against her bindings, managing to rip her right leg off the bed, her bionic arm easily ripping the other binding holding her other arm. Luxuria had backwards, knocking over a tray of instruments while Henry stood there, shocked at what was going on. Multiple darts were shot at Dominique, but Dom was expecting them, managing to dodge out of the way as she ripped her last binding off. Dominique roared, leaping off the bed as Luxuria scrambled up, screaming and running for a back door. Luxuria tried to close the door once inside the room, but Dominique slammed her body into the wood, splintering a large section of the door as it flew open. The door hit Luxuria, sending her flying backwards, Dominique straddling the womans waist in seconds.
Right as Dominique was about to land her first punch, a sudden pain erupted through Dom's body, originating from her ribs. Dominique went rigged as her heart seemed to have stopped momentarily. Henry pulled the stiff Dom off of Luxuria, crackling electricity dancing around his hands, which were holding onto Dominique's side. Once a good few feet away from Luxuria, Henry let go, the pain from the electricity stopping instantly. Dominique lay on the ground, shaking and panting as the burn marks in the shape of Henry's hands faded away. Luxuria was still on the ground, although she was now sitting up, looking terrified at Dominique, who was glaring at the sadistic woman. Before she knew what was happening there was a bag being put over her head, and cuffs being put on her wrists. They didn't even allow Dominique to walk, carrying her instead. It was a few minutes before Dominique was released, the back and cuffs being taken off as she was roughly shoved by Sam and Juan into her room, where a very surprised looking Robin stared at a very pissed and shirtless Dominique.

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When the door closed Dominique heaved herself up onto Robins bed with ease, crouching down on the small edge of the bed that wasn't being occupied by Robin. Dom started to shake her partner, calling his name. At one point she even started to softly smack him, trying to wake him up. Robin didn't wake up, but instead lashed out in his sleep, fist swinging right at Dominique. Before all of this happened, Dominique wouldn't have been table to move out of the way in time. However, thanks to her heightened treatment, Dominique managed to easily push herself off of the bed, out of harms way. Dominique landed on her feet, a little miffed that Robin tried to punch her, but gave up on trying to rouse her friend. Sitting at the desk Dominique continued to read her binder, looking at the schedule they had for the rest of the week. Neither of them had fights scheduled, the entire schedule focused on training and experimenting on Dominique.
After about two hours of sitting there, twiddling her thumbs, the door opened, Dominique jumping up right away. Sam stood in the doorway, glancing over to the still sleeping Robin. "Luxuria wants you to continue training today, she says you need to work off some of that anger you're holding onto." Dominique raised an eyebrow, smirking. "If she didn't poke me with needles every day maybe I wouldn't be so violent towards her,"[color] She retorted, walking out of the cell. Sam and Dominique walked silently, into the training room where Hans and Henry waited. Henry looked apologetic, but before he could open his mouth to apologize for subduing Dominique the way he did, Hans was already barking out orders. "I want you doing pull ups until your other arms feels like it'll fall off," He growled. Dominique glared, but did as she was told, jumping up and easily pulling her chin well past the bar. In the mirrors that lined one of the gym walls Dominique could see herself, toned muscles that weren't there a week before already well developed.
Henry and Hans stood and watched Dominique do pulls ups for a good hours before Hans got bored, instructing her to move onto the punching dummy. Dominique did as she was told, a layer of sweat starting to show on her skin. As Dominique unleashed her pent up energy on the dummy, she couldn't help but notice that her arm was starting to whine, like a part wasn't moving correctly anymore. There were obvious dent marks where the chain bit into the metal earlier, but Dominique figured there was some internal damage as well. Dominique voiced her suspicions to Hans and Henry. [color=#7C0A02]"I can fix it myself, but I need the tools to do so... Do you have a small repair kit I can have? I'll be able to modify the arm so it'll preform better, as well."
Henry had started to nod, but Hans spoke first, "Why would we have you tools? You could escape your room, for all we know."
Finally Henry spoke, "Hans, the door is electric, she'd need special tools to not only break through the wall to get to the wires, but she'd also need to know how to cut the wires and re-route them to her favor. We'll get you a few tools so you can open your arm up and fix whatever needs to be fixed." Hans looked sour, but didn't say anything, instead barked orders at Dominique to continue on with her work out. For the rest of the day Dominique exercised, panting and shaking a bit when Hans finally told her she was done. Henry escorted Dominique back to her and Robins sell, but took a detour to grab the tools Dominique needed. "You only have a few more treatments now. Sunday you and Robin will go to the Pit together for the first time, and fight your opposing team. Think you're ready?" Henry smiled up at Dom, kneeled down so he could grab some small screw drivers in a supply closet. "We're defiantly ready, no need to worry about us... Do you know how bad the other pair is? What abilities do they have?" Henry frowned a bit, standing up. "I can't tell you that, it'd be cheating. All I can tell you is they're pretty insane... They're fast, but not as strong. I hope you and Robin can work well together."
Henry escorted Dominique back to the cell, handing her the small tool box full of items she could use to better improve her arm. "See you in a bit, then," Henry smiled to Dominique opening the door. Dom walked into the room, Robin sitting on his bed, reading what looked to be a random library book. The two talked about their day, Dominique pausing to shower before sitting down at the desk and taking a look at her arm. She managed to find a place to open it up, working on it for the rest of the day.

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When Robin was lead out of the cell, Dominique didn't think anything of it. She continued to work on her arm, replacing a few damaged joints, finding a way to make them even stronger. By the time she had finished working and closing her arm up, so focused that she didn't even realize Robin was still gone, it was dinner time. Juan opened the door, escorting Dom to the food hall. "Robin's gotten into a bit of trouble. Poking his nose into places he shouldn't... You won't see him until the end of the week, when you have your fight together." Dominique frowned, looking over and raising an eyebrow at Juan. She opened her mouth to say something, but stopped when there was a distant bang, as if someone had slammed a door. Dominique looked around, eyes searching the closest hallway for any movement. "Let's go, Dominique," Juan grunted, grabbing Dom by the arm and pulling her away.
It came to Dominique's attention that she was now noticing everything. Smell, sound, even sight. She noticed that Juan had a baton in his right belt look, farthest away from her. She could hear the screaming of another person in the distance, almost like an echo. She could also smell the cologne Juan was wearing, as well as the smell of the food, which seemed to waft out of the mess hall they were coming up on. Dominique didn't say anything, realizing that this was most likely part of the newest injection she got. Heightened reaction time, as well as certain senses. Dom's mind started running double time, thinking about poor Robin, and how with her new discovery, she could help him out. Juan lead the zoned out Dominique into the dinning hall, leaving her to stand there, looking around the dinning area.
Almost robotically she grabbed a bit of food, and started to eat. Dominique was already strong, and she was only getting stronger with each injection. It seemed that her body was metabolizing the serum differently, compared to Robin, who didn't have the awareness to dodge out of the way when something was going to hit him. Dominique mindlessly ate her food, staring at the empty seat in front of her. Robin was stuck in some dark cell, probably in pain, and Dominique could actually do something about it, or at least try to. Dom glanced around her. There were two doors, one of them being guarded by Sam, the other by Henry. Chewing on her lip, Dom studied Henry as he scanned the room, smiling when they caught each others eye. Within a split second Dominique had made up a plan. Flicking her hair back, Dominique got up and started to walk over to Henry, who grinned at her as she got closer. "Hey, what's up?" He asked cheerfully. Dom casted a glance over to Sam, who didn't notice her going over to Henry.
Quickly Dominique pushed open the door grabbing Henry's hand and pulling him out of the mess hall. Henry followed willingly, but voiced his confusion, asking what was going on. He visibly tensed up, hands ready to subdue Dominique if he needed to. She needed an element of surprise, some way to daze him before knocking him out. "I just..." She innocently stammered out, putting on the best worried face she could. Turning to a confused Henry, Dominique sprang forward, pushing Henry against the wall and kissing him. Henry froze for a second, but quickly recovered, actually responding to the kiss, putting his hands on Dom's hips. Awkwardly, Henry wasn't a very good kisser, and wouldn't get the hint that Dom was trying to pull away. Precious seconds were passing by, and Dominique could hear someone walking down the hallway, although they were still far away.
Dominique finally managed to wrench herself away from Henry's sucker lips, putting a hand on his chest, unable to back out of his grip. Henry smiled, a dazed look on his face. "I didn't think you felt the same way," He said breathily. Dominique's act slipped slightly, Dom wrinkling her nose and making a grossed out face. "I don't," She said, watching Henry's face drop right before she punched him in the head. The force of the blow easily knocked Henry out, falling down the wall. Dominique caught him right before he hit the ground, looking around. The foot steps were getting closer, and Dominique could hear the voice of Dr. Luxuria. Quickly Dominique found a supply closet, which was thankfully opened. Dragging Henry easily into the closet, Dom closed it right as she heard the footsteps round the corner into her hallway. "...Don't understand why he can't just leave it alone. I actually like Robin, but this is the second time we've had to shoot him. We'll keep him in section B for the next couple of days, teach him not to ask questions. Meanwhile I'll keep giving the little spit fire her injections. She's attacked me twice now, did you know? She's got spirit, that one..." The voice trailed off, down another hallway.
Dom's mind struggled to figure out if she knew where section B was. Most of the walls were uncovered, no signs or anything telling Dom where she was. She'd just have to hurry and find Robin as soon as possible, before Henry wakes up and alerts Sam. Hurrying out of the supply closet, Dominique jogs down the hallway, looking for any sign telling her where section B was. "Please be making a noise," Dominique whispered to herself as she jogged. It took Dom five minutes before she finally managed to find a solid idea of where section B was. A map posted next to a elevator showed section B two floors below. Dominique grinned, glancing at the elevator next to the map. She'd never been in one the entire time she'd been here, and for some reason it felt as if the elevator was alarmed, or had cameras. Deciding to follow her instincts, Dominique went for the stairs.
When she flung open the door, Dominique almost ran into the last person she wanted to see. Juan stood there, confused at why Dominique was walking around with out a guard. "Where's Henry or Sam?" Juan raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I just needed to use the rest room, and neither of them wanted to take me, so I went by myself," Dominique quickly lied. Juan looked skeptically at Dom, obviously not believing the lie. "Well you're going the complete wrong direction. Here, I'll take you,"[/color] Juan said, pushing Dominique back. Panicking, Dom knew that she needed to get past Juan quickly, before anyone noticed Henry was missing, or if Henry woke up. "I don't have time for this, Juan," Dom mumbled, quickly dropping her act. Juan looked confused, opening his mouth to say something, but was quickly cut off as Dominique shoved him through the stair case door that was still ajar. Dom swung up at Juan, but missed as he stumbled backwards.
The two scuffled, Dominique managing to get a good punch into Juan's elbow, audibly breaking it, but Juan man aged to kick out Dom's knee, causing her to drop onto the other. Juan suddenly grabbed Dom's shoulders, keeping her kneeling as he put another, injured, hand over her mouth. [b]"You're giving me no choice, then,"
Juan mumbled, frowning. It felt as if water was pouring into her lungs. Dominique started to cough and struggle, trying to push Juan away. Water filled her lungs, mouth, and trickled out of her nose and across her cheek as she looked up at Juan, who looked down at her with a pained face. Kicking into full flight or fight mode, Dominique grabbed Juan's wrist, and wrenched it backwards. Juan started to yell in pain, but Dominique quickly got in a punch, knocking Juan out as well.
The instant Juan dropped to the ground Dominique started to throw up water, coughing and heaving as she leaned against the wall. A ton of water was both thrown and coughed up, Dom not moving until she felt all the water leave her lungs. The fight had taken precious minutes away from Dom, forcing her to continue on her quest to find Robin while her lungs still burned. Practically sprinting down the stairs, Dominique found section B, throwing the door open. There were no guards, just hallways full of doors. She could hear banding and yelling, like a bunch of prisoners trying to get out of their cell. Following the noise, Dominique easily found the hallway, almost every single door being shaken or hit. The only room that was silent is the room Dominique went to first. Putting an ear against the door, Dom could hear breathing, and the occasional movement, telling her someone was in there.
"Robin? Robin is that you in there, buddy?" Dom called through the door. Robin answered, the sound of him quickly getting up making Dom grin. "Stand back, I'm going to try and kick in the door," She called, taking a step back as well. Using all of her super human strength Dominique kicked the door, which flew off its hinges, hitting and knocking over Robin. Dominique tried to hide her laughter by covering her mouth, quickly apologizing through her snickering. Helping Robin out of the cell, she grinned at him. "Come on, let's get you back upstairs," She said with a smile.

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Dominique stood there, eyebrow raised at the broken spirited Robin. She glanced around the hallway, listening hard for any foot steps through the banging of the other inmates. Dominique took a step forward, kneeling down in front of Robin, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Robin, I'm not gonna just leave you here," She said in a soft tone. "We're partners, it's bullshit that they're punishing you for genuine human emotions. You're angry, and you want answers. I refuse to let you just lay down and give up... I'm not saying let's break out of here right now, but at least let's get you up and out of this room." When Robin didn't answer, Dominique frowned and stood up, crossing her arms. "Robin, I'm not taking no for an answer. Either you walk yourself out of this cell, or I drag you." Robin continued to look defeated, refusing to move. Dom's temper flared slightly, anger showing in her eyes. "I had to knock out two guards to get down here, one of them I had to kiss the other almost drowned me! Get up you big softy, I'm not wasting my efforts." Dom softly kicked Robin's foot, trying to motivate him to move.
Dominique continued to try and get Robin up, but when he just sat down and looked up blankly at Dom, she decided she had enough. "That's it! We're going upstairs, you forced me to do this." She walked behind Robin, putting her arms under his, lifting the much bigger man with slight ease. Robin struggled at first, trying to push Dominique away, but it was apparent his head still hurt, because soon he just gave up, closing his eyes and allowing her to drag him all the way up the stairs, Juan still laying motionless at the top.
By the time Dominique managed to carry Robin up two stories, she was starting to get tired, her human arm shaking slightly as a thin film of sweat covered her back. At one point Dominique had to throw Robin and herself into an empty office due to people running down the hallway, obviously looking for her. "Henry must be up," Dominique whispered more to herself than Robin. Once the footsteps were a good distance away Dom turned to Robin. "Can you please walk?! We're already in this together, you might as well not make it harder for me..." Eventually Robin stood, although he still looked unhappy. Dominique slowly opened the door, checking the hallway. Surprisingly enough, no one managed to catch Robin or Dom as they walked back to their cell, which they managed to find through the winding hallways. Dominique tried to punch in a few codes into the key pad, but none of them worked. "Well... I can try to rewire it, but that takes time and I don't have my tools..."
"Oh, don't worry, you don't need your tools." Dom's head snapped to the left, Dr. Luxuria standing there, a mixture of stress and interest on her face. She was chewing on her lip and picking at her skirt, but she was smiling past her gnawing, looking like she'd just seen something exciting. Dominique frowned, crossing her arms, glancing to a very uncaring Robin. "You're a very smart girl, Dominique," Luxuria purred, walking towards the two inmates. "Not only figuring out how to subdue two guards on a whim, but also figuring out not to take the elevator, and what to listen for as you sneak around." Dominique glared. "I get smart when my friend is imprisoned for no good reason."
"He lost his temper, we had to make sure he wouldn't go on a rampage like you." Luxuria pulled out a phone, texting something to Dom assumed was a guard or Lucius. "You could have just answered his questions..." Luxuria put her phone away, looking up at Dominique now. "We both know why I can't do that... Everyone needs their secrets." Dominique glanced around the hallway, debating if it was a good idea to attack this woman or now. "What are you going to do to us?" Dominique asked instead. "Oh, nothing this time. This is exactly what we wanted, to see how strong the bond between two partners can get... However, next time either one of you does something like this again, we will punish both of you." The smile on Luxiria's face was sweet, but there was a sinister look to it. Turning around the Doctor punched in a hidden pin code, opening the door to Dom and Robin's cell. "I'll see you tomorrow, Dommie," She giggled as the two walked into the room, closing the door behind them.

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[center]When Robin pulled the dart from her neck, Dominique didn't wake up for another hour. However, when she did wake up, it was with a loud gasp and a jolt upwards. Her head was pounding as she flailed out of bed, standing up and looking around. Thankfully Robin had moved away from Dominique quickly, managing to avoid getting hit by her arms and legs. Dominique squinted at the light, checking her surroundings as she relaxed. Looking to Dominique, she visibly did a once over on him, not surprised to see there was no sign of physical harm on his body, accept for the blood that was on his shoes, which he had yet to change. "I heard them come in, but... They drugged me too fast." Dom sat down on her bed, looking tired, despite her extra sleep. Her and Robin talked, Robin explaining what happened while she was asleep, Dominique visibly getting distressed.
"I should have expected this, of course they wouldn't let you go unpunished... I had time to stop them, I-I..." Dominique was pacing the room, clenching and unclenching her fists. She started to grow agitated, but before she could lash out Robin had stood up, and grabbed her shoulders, forcing Dom to look him in the face. The two didn't say anything, just looked at one another, as if Robin was saying 'I'm okay'. Dominique slowly relaxed, nodding her thanks to Robin as they both sat back down. The two sat in silence, Robin reading his manual while Dominique lay back in her bed, thinking.
A long while later the pin to the door could be heard beeping, the door opening to reveal a very blank looking Henry. There was a large bruise on his jaw, which looked very painful. He didn't look at Dominique just stared right above her head. "Come with me, Miss Barrel." Dom silently rose, glancing to Robin before following Henry out of the room. The two walked down the hall silently, Dominique glancing occasionally at Henry, who continued to refuse to look at her. "You know I had to do something, right?" Dom broke the awkward silence. Henry didn't respond for a moment before mumbling, "You used me, and managed to break my heart at the same time... You had a choice, and you chose the wrong one." Dom scoffed, finding the whole thing amusing more than anything. "You're just upset that you got beaten by a girl." Henry didn't respond, but there was obvious anger on his face.
Henry escorted Dom to the lab, where Dr. Luxuria was waiting, smiling to Dominique, who gave a sarcastic smile back. "Our escape artist is here, I see! Today's the last day, before you have your big fight!" Dominique didn't say anything, just went over and sat down on the table. "If you keep acting so cheerful about me killing someone, I'm going to hit you again," Dom mumbled, smiling at the fear that flashed across Luxuria's face. "No need to be so mean... Take your shirt off and lay back." Dom did as she was told, looking down when she heard a loud click, like a hand cuff. There was a thick cuff around Dom's bionic wrist, which was heavily welded to the bed frame, making it impossible for Dom to easily pull it off, unless she wanted to somehow manage to tip the bed over. The rest of her limbs were bound as Luxuria grabbed the usual needle full of the strengthening serum.
Once again the pain was intense, but Dominique refused to pass out or scream. She pulled against her bindings, but the metal cuff held strong. When Luxuria finally extracted the needle from Dom's heart, her patience was panting heavily, sweat dripping down her face. Dominique waited for the bindings to be released, but no one came to undo them. Looking over, she could see Luxuria messing with something on the tray, but couldn't see what. "Now, do you know what conditioning is?" Luxuria asked, not turning around. Dominique looked confused, glancing to a grim-faced Henry, noticing the usual fear creeping back onto his face as he watched Luxuria. "Isn't that some sport thing?" Dominique asked, looking at the back of Luxuria. The doctor gave a mirthless laugh, shaking her head. She turned around, reveling two electrically charged paddles, much like the ones asylums would use for electric shock therapy. "Not exactly. Mental conditioning is essentially me training your brain. For dogs, they can be trained to expect a treat when they hear a snap. Each time you snap, you give them a treat. After a while when you snap, the dogs look to you, expecting a treat." Luxuria started to mess with some buttons on the machine the paddles were attached to, the machine humming menacingly.
"You've made a bad habit of thinking you run this place, by attacking anyone who challenges you. With Mr. Slater we can easily subdue him with darts, however your body also adapted faster reflexes than your partner, so we can't really subdue you easily. I've decided to condition you. When you hear a sound, you'll expect pain, but that involves me to torcher you until you're conditioned." Luxuria was smiling like a crazy woman, obviously enjoying the terrified look on Dom's face. Dominique glanced to Henry, who was now looking away, the terror on Dom's face mirrored in his. Dominique looked back to see Luxuria suddenly getting on top of her, straddling her hips. "Now, most people would go for your brain, just like in the asylum. However, I've worked hard to make you who you are, so it'd be a waist to damage such a beautiful brain like yours. That, and I know much more painful places to shock you." Luxuria was talking in a very husky, aroused voice, looking clearly excited physically and sexually. She grinned as her eyes scanned Dom's body. "For example, I can shock your bionic arm, and it would spread through your entire body. I can shock your heart, and it would feel like your heart is stopping. However, my favorite area of torcher is the ribs. Not only will it be more painful, but the pain will spread to your lungs, and it'll feel like you're suffocating."
Dominique had started to cry, staring up at Luxuria, pleading wit her eyes to not do what she was about to do. Luxuria, of course, only found joy in the tears, continuing on with her plan. She pulled out a dog clicker from her pocket, calling Henry over. "Each time I tell you, I want you to press that button. I'll give her a nice couple seconds of electricity, and then we'll give her a processing period, then repeat until she expects pain whenever she hears the clicker." Henry reluctantly took the clicker from Luxuria, finally looking at Dom, who was still crying. Luxuria pulled the cart holding the electric machine closer, still straddling Dom's hips.
"Now," Luxuria said. Henry clicked the button, a small 'click' coming from the object. Right away Luxuria pressed the small paddles against Dom's ribs, the electricity coursing through Dom. Luxuria was right, now only did the burning sensation spread through her ribs, but her lungs seemed to compact, the feeling of suffocating making the pain even worse. Dominique tried not to scream, but before long she was crying out, trying to fight against her bindings. Luxuria pulled the paddles away, looking both shocked and overjoyed back Dom's reaction. Dominique lay panting on the table, bawling as she looked at Henry, mumbling please of mercy. "Again," Luxuria commanded. Once again Dom's insides burned worse than ever, forcing her to scream and writhe, trying to get away from the source of the excruciating pain. For the rest of the morning Dominique was torchered, screaming and crying until eventually whenever she heard the click of the dog clicker, she'd flinch away, squeezing her eyes shut as she tensed up, feeling the phantom pain in her sides and lungs. Luxuria put the paddles down, sliding off of the exhausted Dominique, looking smug and joyful that her conditioning worked.
"You did very well, Dominique. I'm proud of you for being such a trooper," Luxuria smiled down at her as she undid the bindings, feeling completely safe now that she had Dominique trained. Dom slowly sat up, her sides aching from the hours of torcher. Her eyes burned from crying so much, but the tears refused to stop flowing, expressing her physical and mental agony as she stared at the floor. Luxuria helped Dom put her shirt back on, still smiling triumphantly. "I hope you do well in your fight tomorrow," Luxuria purred before walking away. Henry slowly walked up to the silent Dominique, carefully offering his hand. Dom took it, allowing Henry to pull her off of the bed, and lead her back to her room. When they got there Henry gave Dominique a hug before opening the door, Dom walking into the room.
Robin was sitting in his bed, but sat up and looked at Dominique when she entered the room. She hardly managed to look at Robin before falling to her knees, bawling loudly once again, shaking as curled into herself, her lungs still burning.[/color]

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When Dom woke up the next morning, her sides continued to burn and ache, although dulled down compared to the day before. She woke before Robin, getting up and taking a cold shower, which seemed to help the pain. Once she was done drying off and combing her hair, Robin was up and giving her anxious glances. "We need a strategy," Dom offered. The two talked about their upcoming fight, spit balling ideas on how to win. By the time the guards came into the room, both of them had decided to take on separate opponents, keeping the partners separate so they couldn't team up. For this fight Dominique would be taking on the smaller of the two, seeing as she was having a hard time moving at all.
Dom and Robin left the room with their escorts, grouping up with two other pairs of inmates, and being taken down to the Pit. Robin and Dominique would be the second group to go, waiting for almost an hour before they were called out. As usual, the lights were blinding and the computer voice called their names. "Robin Slater and Dominique Barrel versus James Andrew and Dani Page." Dom squinted out to see the pair, a small male and a larger female glaring out at them. James Andrew looked twitchy, a constant column of smoke pouring out of his nose, and when he opened his mouth to bare his teeth, a dull glow could be seen at the back of his throat, almost like there was an internal fire blazing in him. Dominique didn't have time to look at the other woman, Dani, before James launched forward, going for Robin.
Dominique acted instinctively, jumping forward and tackling James midair, both of them going down with a loud thud. The crowd in the stands actually cheered as Dominique could hear Robin and Dani square off, obviously full of older inmates that were now use to the brutality of their new lives. Dominique quickly rolled away from James as he flailed around, her sides burning angrily at all the movement. Dominique crouched low to the ground, almost in a spider man pose as she looked to see James flip off of his back into a standing position in one fluid movement. James opened his mouth, bellowing out a yell as the glow in the back of his throat brightened. Dominique rolled out of the way just in time as a burst of flames blackened the ground right were Dom had been. Surprised, Dominique didn't see Robin stumbling right at her, the partners colliding. Dominique managed to keep her balance, however, taking a few shaky steps back. James bellowed again, Dominique managing to grab Robin by his shirt and slide him out of the way, attempting to roll with the momentum.
Some of the white hot flames caught Dom's right shoulder, the skin instantly sizzling, the pain searing as Dominique patted the flaming skin. Focusing on James again, Dominique raised her fist, the pain slowly subsiding in her shoulder, James getting madder at the fact that she wasn't even fazed. James and Dom ran at each other, both colliding hard, James trying to bellow flames at her from close range, but Dominique forced his face away from her. The two were locked into each other, still upright but spinning and wrestling at the same time. Dominique got a glancing knee into James' ribs as they pulled away. James seemed to be trying to get some distance from Dominique, but the red head didn't allow him, lurching forward and catching him in the jaw with a left hook, the skin where her bionic fist caught him quickly ripping away. The crowed seemed to go wild at the splash of blood that came from James' jaw. Dominique barley registered the noise of Dani getting the wind knocked out of her, or the sound of Robin getting pushed to the ground, completely focused on throwing once punch after the other.
Eventually James managed to get away from the punches, a few of them hitting him while he dodged the rest. Once again flames poured from his mouth, Dominique running out of the way as the fire followed her. James paused in his relentless flame breathing, obviously winded. Dom took this chance to grab a hand full of dirt from the ground, and throw it at James. The dragon man dodged out of the way, but didn't see Dom's fist swinging out from the side. James reeled, the blow jarring him as his nose was now visibly broken, the smoke coming out of it at odd angles now. Dominique went back to her previous method of hitting the stunned James as much as possible. She hit him in the stomach and head until James was backed up against a wall, Dominique swinging her bionic fist back, and throwing it forward as hard as possible. The metal went straight through the already crushed and battered skull of James, straight into the cement wall, cracking it and sinking in a few inches. Grossed out, Dominique quickly withdrew her fist from both the wall and the skull of James, who fell limply to the ground before bursting into flames.
Dominique took a few steps backwards, panting heavily, wincing as the pain in her chest became apparent. Looking over, she saw Dani staring at the burning pile of her dead partner, flailing as Robin was on top of her, hands on her throat as he crushed her wind pipe. Slowly Dani gave up, the life from her eyes ebbing away, still staring at the smoldering pile of ash. Robin eventually got off of the dead woman, looking to Dom with slightly triumphant eyes. Dominique flashed him a smile, turning as the doors to the pit opened, walking through them with Robin. They had made it through their first fight together, virtually unharmed. Dom couldn't help but smile to herself as the cheer behind them screamed and cheered.

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When both Robin and Dominique were showered and dressed, they were escorted out of the locker room, but instead of going to their room, they were taken up to Lucius' office. Robin and Dom walked through the doors, a very happy looking Lucius sitting at his desk. "Ah, if it isn't my two most favorite experiments!" He smiled wide, his arms open as he gestured to Dominique and Robin, the two exchanging glances. "Please, sit!" Both of them did, although Dominique was visibly tense, sitting on the edge of her chair. "I must say that fight was fantastic! How is your shoulder, Dominique? All healed, I hope." The question was rhetorical, Lucius obviously knowing every single detail about her and Robins newest abilities.
"Can you believe that it's only been a month sense you two have arrived here? I'm quite surprised you both are still standing, although I know Robin was having some difficulty staying up. I'm sure you are home sick, and tired of the constant experimenting and working out. Just know that the worst is all over-" Dom's temper flared, her fists crushing the wooden arm rests of her chair as she growled, "Bullshit! It'll only get worse from here, and you know it. Sure, the start of your torcher is over, but it'll never end, don't lie to us and pretend like we're stupid!" Lucius looked taken aback by the outburst, but not surprised. His hand fidgeted with something under his desk, looking at Dom like she was a bull about to charge. "Now, now, let's not get upset, Dominique," He soothed. That only made matters worse. Dominique bolted from her chair, knocking it over in the process as she slammed her fists on the solid wood desk in front of her. "Don't tell me to calm down, bastard! You've ripped our lives apart like we're nothing! You fucking maniac!"
Dominique grabbed onto Lucius' desk, throwing it to the side with a frustrated yell. Lucius tensed in fear, pushing his chair back as he suddenly pressed the thing he was fidgeting with under the desk. At first Dominique didn't register the small 'click', but like magic Dominique froze, her sides suddenly tensing, and all the air escaping her lungs as she fell to the floor, cowering as the memory of the pain spread through her body. Dominique lay huddled in a ball, feeling Robins hands on her as tears welled in her eyes. "So the conditioning did work," Lucius said in awe. Dominique glared at Lucius' feet, tears blurring her vision as she spat, "You bastard..." Lucius didn't say anything, just walked around Robin and Dominique, opening the doors and beckoning the guards in.
Dom was forced to stand by the guards, but Robin fought them off, yelling at them. Putting his arm around Dominique, the two inmates walked out of the room, Dominique huddled close to her larger partner, tears still involuntarily streaking down her face. When they were escorted back to their room, Dominique didn't pull away from Robin, hanging tightly onto him. "Can you just... Lay with me till I fall asleep?" Dominique asked pitifully. She felt Robin nod, leading them to the bottom bunk, allowing Dom to crawl into the bed first before laying down next to her, Dominique resuming her position at his side, hugging Robin. It took a while, but eventually Dominique fell into a fitful sleep, her dreams full of murder and pain.
When Dominique was woken up, it wasn't by Robin, but instead by Henry. "Hey... You've been sleeping for a while, you missed dinner last night, and it's almost 8 o'clock now. Luxuria wants you in the lab." Dominique frowned, scooting off of the bed. She looked around to see Robin sitting at the desk, looking very unapprovingly at Henry, glancing to Dom with a soft look. Henry allowed her to clean up a bit, her face still crusty from her tears, and her hair a wild mess. Dominique squeezed Robin's shoulder as she left, mumbling her thanks for the night before. Henry didn't say anything for a while as they walked down the hall. "I'm sorry about the other day... I didn't know Luxuria was going to make me do that..."
Dominique's usual temper sparked alive, stopping and starring at Henry. "You knew she was going to torcher me?! You're sorry that you were involved, not because I got hurt! You're just as bad as everyone else, you son of a bitch! I'm glad they switched our guards, because I didn't have to deal with seeing your pitiful face!" Dominique stormed off, walking herself to Luxuria's lab, shoving the doors open. The doctor looked up, raising an eyebrow at the pissed off girl, but didn't ask any questions. "I heard you had a rough night... Today's going to be simple, we're just improving your abilities. Shirt off, please, and switch to those running shoes." Luxuria gestured towards some socks and shoes on a tray, prepping what looked like a bunch of stickers with wires on them. Dominique removed her shirt, and switched her shoes as she was told. "Why the new kicks?" Dom asked, looking to Luxuria. "Like I said, we're going to adapt your abilities. We already know it's possible. You saw Robin get hit multiple times with a trank, so therefore you adapted yourself to have faster reflexes. I figured that with some coaxing, we can increase your speed." It was then that Dominique noticed the treadmill in the corner of the room. "Over here, please, so I can hook you up." Luxuria steered Dom towards the running machine, sticking on the wires to different areas of Dom's torso, then gesturing her to get onto the treadmill. Dominique started off at a walk, but Luxuria slowly increased the speed until Dom was flat out running. It didn't take long for sweat to start to shine on Dominique's back, and by the time Luxuria allowed her patient to stop running, Dom felt like her legs had fallen off an hour ago. She lay down on the cool tile floor, panting as Luxuria grinned down at her. "You did well. I know I shouldn't be, seeing as you're as stubborn as a mule, but I'm surprised you lasted that long." Luxuria gave Dom a flirty wink, giggling at her own innuendo. Dominique didn't share her enthusiasm, too tired to even turn her head to look at the doctor. "That's all for today, I'll get a guard to escort you back to your room. I'll see you tomorrow to resume this," Luxuria said as she pealed off the sweat covered stickers. Dominique hardly made it back to the room, and when she did she went straight to the floor again, groaning at Robin's questions when she got back.

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For the next couple of days, Dominique would be taken away from Robin, and made to run for hours on end. Eventually her legs stopped burning and her sides wouldn't cramp. With each day Luxuria would pick up the pace on the treadmill, starting from 10mph to 20mph. By the time Thursday came, Dominique could run over 40mph, the muscles in her legs gaining incredible strength. Friday came, and instead of Luxuria putting Dom back on the treadmill, she stood her in front of a wall and pointed a baseball throwing machine at her. "We'll start easy," Luxuria announced. "First we'll have the ball be thrown at ten miles per hour. Dodge the ball, or swat it away. If you get hit with a ball, that's an hour on the treadmill, it will add with each ball that hits you. Understood?" Dominique nodded, spreading her legs apart and putting her fists up.
The first tennis ball shot out surprisingly fast. Dominique, however, seemed to instinctively jump to the side with ease, the ball bouncing against the wall, rolling away. Luxuria kept the speed on 10 for a little while until Dominique could dodge the ball without even facing the machine. Increasing the speed, Dominique had a few close calls, the ball almost hitting her in the leg. Luckily she managed to push herself away fast enough, or change the direction she was falling so that her leg or arm would miss the ball. Once again Luxuria kept the speed on 20 until Dominique had mastered the speed. 30mph rolled around, Dom easily managing that speed. However, once the machine changed to 40mph, Dominique had a tougher time. The balls came out lightning fast, multiple at a time. Dominique smacked most of them away, but missed the last ball, which pelted her dead in the chest.
Even though flexible, a tennis ball slamming into your sternum at 40 miles per hour did not feel nice. The air was knocked out of Dom's lungs, the perfect circle of pain burning. Dominique dropped to a knee, leaning away from a shooting ball as she struggled to keep her breaths even. Another wave of balls came pelting out, Dominique getting hit in the arm by two, which hurt just as bad as the first hit. Getting angry, Dominique's focus on dodging the balls started to slip away, more interested in punching each ball that she could reach. Noticing the improvement due to her temper, Luxuria quickly started to scribble around on her iPad, grinning at the observation.
Dominique kept punching and smacking balls away until the machine reached its limit at 60mph, where Dominique got hit with two more balls, both of them a bone (A rib and her nose), although the injury healed within seconds, Dominique ignoring the pain as she smacked and dodged. Luxuria seemed very happy with the progress her experiment was making, although she was counting on Dominique not getting hit by that many balls. "Five hours on the treadmill, we'll have someone come in to escort you when you're done," Luxuria said, pulling out the wired stickers she always stuck on Dom when she was running. Knowing the drill, Dominique removed her shirt, slipped on the provided running shoes, and got on the treadmill, which was now programed to slowly increase all the way to 50mph, which it eventually stayed at. "Where are you going to go?" Dom asked, surprised that Luxuria was leaving. She usually stayed to monitor the experiment, even though it took multiple hours to complete. "I've collected all the data I need, but Lucius still wants your speed to be increased. You know the experiment well enough that I don't need to supervise any longer. I'm going to go and work on Robin and a few others while you run for five hours. Oh, and don't forget to drink an entire bottle of water before you start." With that Luxuria turned and walked out of the room.
For the next five hours Dominique ran, breathing and sweating heavily, but not shaking with exhaustion like she use to. When the five hours were up, Henry came to escort Dom back to her room. Dominique ignored him completely, pulling off the wired stickers herself and putting her shirt on, acting like he was just some random guard. Ever sense she yelled at him for being a self-centered jerk, they refused to talk to each other. Today was no different, at first, but just as Dominique started to go into her own little world, Henry spoke. "You know we're practically drowning your little boyfriend." Dom raised an eyebrow, both at the sudden conversation, and at the 'little boyfriend' part. "Why are you telling me this?" Robin had already explained what Luxuria wanted to improve with him, so this news didn't come as a surprise. "He's not doing so well, he keeps passing out, I'm sure it's damaging his brain." Dominique's annoyance started to raise, Henry's lame comments getting on her nerves. "First off, you're full of shit. I know for a fact that Robin's been adapting just as well as I have. Second off, why are you suddenly interested in talking to me? I enjoyed our whole 'I ignore you, you ignore me' thing."
Henry looked defeated for a little, going quiet again. Dominique couldn't fathom why he was trying to make such lame comments to Dom, like she was some stupid chick. They got to her room, Henry stopping in front of the door. "We use to like each other, you know..." He glanced around the hallway, Dominique raising an eyebrow once again at his weird comment, a 'so what?' look on her face. "I wish things would go back to how they were. I'm sorry you were torchered, if that makes you feel any better." Dominique scoffed. "I wish I was home right now, sitting in my dorm reading cheesy Christmas cards from my family. That's not going to happen, though. I'm not even mad at you because I was torchered, I'm mad because you felt sorry for yourself, having to be the one standing there, giving the command to shock me. Why are you suddenly acting so weird?" Dominique took a step away from Henry.
"I miss you, Dom. I should have told you how I felt the day I met you." It was only just then that Dominique could smell the alcohol on him, noticing how he stumbled and had a hard time focusing on Dom specifically. "Why are you saying all of this now? What does it matter?" Dominique backed up to the wall, her body tense. "New years was the other day, did you know that?... I was watching the people kiss as the ball drop, and I couldn't help but think about how we kissed once..." Dominique couldn't help but laugh. "Henry, I kissed you so I could get out and save Robin. You seem to have forgotten that I knocked you out right after telling you I don't like you in that way..." Henry took a few steps forward, putting his hands on either side of Dom, the smell of alcohol burning her sensitive nose. "I think you're just playing hard to get." Henry smiled, but Dominique glared, her anger getting the best of her. She grabbed Henry by the shirt, and shoved him, hard. The guard slammed heavily into the wall, sliding down a foot as he tried to process what just happened. "I think you need to open my door before I kick your ass," Dominique yelled. Henry grumbled, but did as he was told, punching in the pin code. Dominique shoved passed him, turning and saying, "Next time you try and make a stupid move like that, I won't hesitate to knock your lights out, again." With that Dominique closed the door, angrily.

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During the week Dominique was asking constant questions about where Robin had gone. At first no one answered, but eventually Luxuria accidently slipped that Robin was being kept somewhere else for the time being, to work on some more conditioning. While Robin was away, Dominique was also working on her own skills. Luxuria was content with Dom's new agility, so she moved on to something that was going to be much more painful; Fire immunity. When Dom walked into the lab, Luxuria had a tall candle sitting on the tray in front of her. "Good morning, Dominique! Come sit down. What we're going to do today, is have you hold your hand over this lit candle for as long as you can. You can remove your hand as much as you like, let it heal, and then put it back over the flame. Hopefully, by the end of this week, you'll be able to put any part of your body over that candle and you'll feel nothing."
Luxuria was smiling like a child who just showed her parents a very confusing drawing she made using crayons. Dominique said nothing, simply doing as she was told. Putting her hand over the candle, she almost instantly felt the burning sensation. Dom held her hand over the flame for less then five seconds before quickly pulling it away, the spot where the candle was red and painful, but as soon as it showed up, it faded away. Taking a deep breath, Dominique put her hand over the flame once again, deciding to move her hand around whenever the flame got too hot for one area. Luxuria smiled wide at this, jotting down the progress on her clip board. With the new method, Dominique could keep her hand up for much longer before she pulled it away, her entire palm red, the skin starting to boil up. It took a second before the pain and injury was completely gone, but once they were Dominique continued.
By the time the end of the week rolled around, Dominique was completely immune to fire. Originally, with her method of moving her hand around, Dom could keep it over the flame for about 20 seconds. Now, however, she could put her hand over the flames and only feel a comfortable warmth as the flame tickled her hand, or any part of her body for that matter. Dominique even pulled out a piece of hair, putting it over the flames, which did nothing to it. "The only thing not immune is your clothing, I'm quite impressed," Luxuria said on the final day of the conditioning, watching Dominique play around with the fire. Luxuria summoned Sam into the room, who took Dom back to her cell. Once again, it was empty, which Dominique was use to. However, not too long after Dominique got comfortable in her bed, reading the new manual, she heard the pin code be punched in, Robin following soon after. Before Robin even looked down to her, Dom leapt up and practically tackled him in what would be a bone crushing hug to anyone else. "Hey, you're back!" Dom said in glee, pulling out of the hug and looking up at Robin like an excited puppy. Dominique blurted the weeks progress, talking about how boring it was living with just herself, and no one to talk to.
After catching up completely, Dominique sat down on her bed, glancing at the manual she was reading. "We have a one on one fight coming up the day after tomorrow, a two day training break, and then a two on two fight." The past week was completely committed to conditioning that Dominique almost forgot what they were training and conditioning for. Dom frowned, looking upset for a moment before quickly drawing herself together again. "But we'll beat 'em, just to prove to everyone that we can get out of here." Dominique smiled to Robin, her mood quickly brightening.

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The new gear that they had given Dominique was almost exactly like Sarah Connor's, with a dark tank top, black cargo pants, and heavy boots. Seeing as Terminator was one of Dominique's favorite movies, she couldn't help but grin through the nerves that buzzed in the pit of her stomach. As she walked into the dirt Pit, she could once again hear screaming coming from the crowd, the sound almost helping pump her up. Squinting through the usual bright lights, Dominique could see a woman not much older than her. "Dominique Barrel versus Jupiter Wendilo". The woman, Jupiter, looked tough. Her eyes were dark, a angry scowl on her face. As Dominique looked at her, she had a bit of a hard time making out her outline, as if the woman was there, but wasn't at the same time.
Before Dominique could contemplate what was going on, Jupiter showed her what she could do. With a flash of shadow the opposing opponent was gone, showing up right next to Dominique, as if she simply jumped there. Jupiter lashed out at the surprised Dominique, hitting her hard in the nose with her elbow. Dominique fell backwards, but was quick not to say in one place for too long, as Jupiter attempted to Shift onto her. Dominique felt the blood on her face slowly stop, the throbbing pain of a broken nose ebbing away as she tried to keep her distance with Jupiter.
The woman wouldn't hold still, flashing from one place to the next, each time taking a swing at Dom. Dominique was fast enough to dodge each attack, but her adaptive brain was going into over drive trying to predict where Jupiter would land next. After a few good hits, Dominique was on her back again, this time Jupiter Shifting on top of her too fast for her to roll away. Quickly the smaller woman started to throw punches, which Dominique easily blocked with her forearms. It became apparent that Jupiter was actually a failing experiment. They focused so much on her abilities that she lacked the proper strength and training to figure out how to get around Dom's defenses. Pity started to rise in Dominique's chest, knowing that this was the last fight Jupiter would get lucky and win.
"Hey, woah, wait!" Dominique called out from under her arms. The noise of Dom talking made Jupiter pause in her useless punching just long enough for the bottom woman to throw a bionic fist blindly. There was a grazing connection, Jupiter practically flying off of Dominique. Jumping up, Dominique switched rolls, this time pinning Jupiter down by her throat with her left hand, while her right started beating down on her opponent. It took Jupiter a few seconds before remembering her abilities, Shifting out from Dom's weight to a couple feet away, trying to recover. Dominique, not expecting this, yelped when her fist slammed into the hard dirt, multiple bones audibly cracking. Wincing at the already damaged hand, Dominique got up, stumbling backwards, away from Jupiter.
The two girls stared at each other, Dom's hand slowly healing from all the punches. "I was kinda hoping you'd just get overwhelmed by my constant movement," Jupiter called across the Pit, panting and smearing her bloody face. "I'm very adaptive," Dominique grinned, leaning against a wall. She wouldn't attack Jupiter until the girl got her breath back. "I see that. It's quite impressive." Dominique couldn't help but give a prideful, triumphant smile. "Which makes me very sad that I have to do this." Dominique didn't question the comment until Jupiter suddenly Shifted, but didn't come back for a extra second. Dominique was about to move from her spot she was standing in when Jupiter appeared again, right in front of her, something long in her hand. Dom opened her mouth to question what happened, but all the breath left her as she felt the long object, a small steel bar of some kind, penetrate straight into her sternum.
The familiar burning of pain rocketed all through out Dominique's body, blood flooding up her esophagus, pouring out of her mouth. Stupidly, Jupiter didn't back away to watch Dominique struggle, giving the redhead a chance to attack.
With a powerful hand, Dominique grabbed Jupiter by the throat, jerking her forward, sending the rod that stuck out of her into Jupiter. The two girls stood, face to face, Dominique snarling with bloody teeth as Jupiter stood there, shocked as her hands absentmindedly went to the side of Dom's face, tears pouring out of her eyes. Unlike Jupiter, Dominique knew the most effective way to stab someone was through the heart, which is exactly where Dom drove the bar into. Slowly Jupiter fell backwards, dragging Dominique along with her, both of them falling to the ground, the redhead on top.
Dom stayed on top of Jupiter for a few seconds, the crowd around her silent, waiting for her to either die, or find a way off of the bar. For a split second, Dominique was tempted to just let herself bleed out, unable to heal with the bar in her, but the flashes of Robin's face that ran through her head sent her body into over drive. Grabbing the blood covered bar in front of her, Dominique started to push herself off of it, groaning in pain at the slow process. It took a good two minutes before Dominique felt the end of the bar get pulled out of her chest, Dom falling onto her back next to the lifeless Jupiter. Dominique was panting hard as she felt the pain in her chest very slowly subside, only getting up and walking to the open doors when the pain was completely gone. Once again, the crowd was going wild and cheering Dominique's name as she walked away.

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When Dominique was escorted out of the Pit, she was expecting to go back to the original room, so she started to turn down the hallway. Juan, who was escorting her, quickly stopped her and took her down a different hallway, up a floor. The room she was taken to, which had a pin code to open the door, was extremely lavish. There was a comfortable couch with a TV, although it only had a DVD player with a few selections, no cable. The rooms had queen size beds with thick comforters and at least five pillows. They even got more dress choices instead of the prison clothing. Although it was still plain t-shirts and cargo pants, Dominique felt much more comfortable in something that made it look like she was wearing a trash bag. Right away Dominique slipped on a well fitting t-shirt, her tank top having a hole and blood on it, while changing into some pajama shorts. Once she was at the maximum level of comfort, Dominique sat down and started to go through the movie choices. Most of them looked good, all of them action movies.
Dominique sat patiently on the couch, waiting for Robin to come into the room so they could celebrate with a movie together. However, after an hour had passed, Dominique started to get worried. Robin was either taking his time with his opponent, or something bad had happened. Getting restless, Dominique started to pace around the flat, messing with her shorts. Dom could hear the pin code being punched in, perking up like a dog and staring at the door when it opened. She visibly wilted when she saw that it wasn't Robin, but instead Henry. "Don't look so happy to see me," Henry frowned. "I thought you'd be Robin... He's not back yet, I'm getting worried." Henry looked visibly agitated, closing the door loudly. "You're boyfriend just ran into some complications. He was an idiot and got himself stung by his dead opponent. Luxuria is taking him now." Dominique felt herself visibly get red, and she wished she could say it was due to anger. "Don't call him that," Dom snapped.
"What? You're boyfriend?" Henry prodded, taking a step closer to Dominique. She also took a menacing step forward. "No, stupid," Dominique growled, her fists clenching, and her face continuing to heat up. "Oh, so you two are together?!" Henry was yelling now, looking like he was about to explode. Dom knew she should have denied it, but instead she stayed silent, glaring up at the infuriated guard. Her silence sent Henry over the edge. Before she knew what was going on, Henry had back handed her. Startled by the strike, Dominique reeled backwards, stumbling but not falling down completely. Henry moved fast, grabbing her hair and yanking her head back. Dominique yelled out in pain as Henry bit down on the nape of her neck, the skin breaking. Henry was attempting to pull of Dom's shorts, but the fighter stomped her bare foot down on Henry's boot. The guard growled in pain, shoving Dominique away. Blood stained his mouth as the deep bite mark healed on Dom's shoulder.
"Don't make this so hard!" Henry yelled, fishing something out of his pocket, both people infuriated and ready for the other to attack. Dominique went to strike first, but when she heard the 'click' she fell to the ground as the phantom pain shot through her body, all the air leaving her lungs. Before she could recover from the shock, Henry kicked her in the head, knocking her out for who knows how long. When she woke up, not only was she naked, but she was on her bed, Henry frantically trying to undo his belt to his tightening trousers. Fear rocketed through Dominique as she quickly tried to roll over and run, but Henry caught her by the shoulders, shoving her down onto the bed. He had managed to get his pants pulled down enough, and when Dominique tried to push him away Henry shocked her with his abilities, causing Dom to go ridged, every muscle in her body painfully tensing.
When Henry finally stopped, he was already inside her, pumping his hips and grunting with each thrust. Dominique screamed, her unwilling body painfully fighting. She managed to get her leg out from under Henry's weight, kneeing him hard in the side. Henry grunted, this time in pain as he rolled off of Dominique, holding his side. Dom shot off of the bed, managing to reach the closed door of the bedroom, but not realizing the door was locked. The pause was enough time for Henry to grab her by the hair, yanking her back and covering her mouth. Once again Dominique jolted as electricity sent her cells ablaze. Henry didn't even bother dragging Dom back to the bed, he just threw her against the dresser and started to take her from behind. Dominique didn't even realize she was crying until she saw the ugly sight in the mirror on the wall. Senses going into over drive Dominique managed to use her strength, shoving both her and Henry backwards. Henry fell to the ground, Dominique taking multiple steps towards the door before she heard the clicking of the dog clicker. The same thing as before happened, except this time Dominique was in fight or die mode, her body working hard to over ride the painful conditioning.
"You stupid bitch!" Henry yelled, clicking the clicker again as he stood. This time the sound didn't have as much effect on Dominique. She still struggled to breath, but the pain wasn't so intense that she was knocked to the floor. Dominique stumbled to the door, unlocking it right as Henry grabbed her around the middle. Dom let out a frustrated scream as she was thrown back into the bed, Henry on top of her in a flash. Henry kept clicking the clicker, adding to the already intense pain Dominique felt with each thrust of his hips. Eventually Dom's ability to fight dwindled, her body tiring. She started to pass out when she suddenly heard a door slam open, the sound of two men yelling, followed by the sound of a skull cracking against a counter of some sort. The pain in Dom's lower area had stopped quickly, and she slowly started to regain awareness of what was going on. As her vision came back to her, Dominique looked to see Juan covering her with a towel hastily, while Robin was slamming his fist as hard as possible into the pudding of Henry's already crushed skull.
Robin looked absolutely enraged, his eyes wide and his teeth bare as he started to practically dent the floor with each punch. "Robin, stop! He's dead!" Dominique called out. The sound of her voice seemed to snap Robin back into reality, his fist frozen mid-swing as he looked down at the dead man. Dominique was shaking as she gripped the towel close to her, watching as Robin slowly got off of Henry, still looking angry. Dominique curled into herself, feeling slick blood between her legs, the internal pain taking a while before it subsided. Dom kept crying, burying her face into her knees.