Ruby POV

I was shoved against a wall, the impact knocking the breath out of me as the other workers and "slaves" laughed at my pitiful state. "She gonna cry? The little baby want her momma?" They mocked my words.

~earlier~  (fuck yeah for flashbacks)

I was holed up in my cell after being tirelessly shoved around and working, with little time to rest, or eat. I had meakly crawled to my soothing corner and put my head in my knees, balling up. I started crying and trying to rock myself back and forth on my creaking mattress. "mom...i miss you so much..... I wanna go home...." I mumbled.

~end of flashback~

"Waahhh, I want my mommy because im a baby!" I grit my teeth shut, "shut up..." I mumbled, they leaned closer, "I'm sorry what was that?" I raised my head up, pent up rage in my heart being let loose. "I said shut up you disgusting fucks!" I held my breath after they kicked me in the stomach, "Why you little brat, who do you think you're talking to?!"

The kicks.

The insults.

All of the adrenaline hit me like a hurricane and my heart and soul filled with a rage. My hands gripped tightly and I stood up. "So she can stand." I growled and swung at the guys face, his head being knocked to the side before I raised up my posture, guarding my face with my arms. Dad always taught me how to fight, ever since the bullying. The guy spat to the side and lazily guarded, the others made a ring around is, most of them placing their bets on the taller and older male rather than me. But I had my heart set on winning this. He took a couple jabs at my side, one of which I was able to block and grab his wrists, spinning and letting go of his wrist. Making him fly into the barrels of fuel next to us...the hangar was bustling with excitement now. One other worker helped him up and he cracked his knuckles. I rolled my neck and shouldars, cracking them a bit, before the worker that helped the man up had grabbed my arms and pulled them back, lifting me off the ground, and the man began to beat my face as I hung there helplessly.

...Fight this...

...or die...

I spat out the blood gushing from my jaw and forced my strength into summoning my gauntlets, pulling one of my arms lose and elbowing the worker behind me and making him drop me, before I swung a blow to the man that sent him flying into the crowd. My arms hung at my sides and my vision hazed with a bloodlust. My posture slouched. He scooted back from me, but I lunged at him and grabbed his neck, pinning him into the floor before repetitively beating into his face, the blood splattering onto me, the walls and floors, and my gauntlets. His body squirmed underneath my hand before he fell limp after the 5th strike. I cried again. "Fuck you! Fuck all of you!" I shouted as I weakly punched the body again, the gauntlets disappearing and the Sombra girl appearing infront of the body. "Fiesty... tsk tsk..." she walked behind me and cuffed me, along with chains. Shoving me into my cell. "The boss says limited rations until you figure out how to properly behave.

(This is more like a filler. Sorry for my really long absence, it's been.... 6 days maybe, since I updated? Whoops. But anyway, here's a filler chapter. More stuff lies ahead!