The bone shaking fool standing before me stutter in fear as I calmly laid down before him. "M-M-Medu, I...I was only doing what I was told. Please...no hard feelings." He said about to pee his pants.

I rolled my eyes and decided to stand up. At my full height, he obviously towered me, but we all know that was never a problem for me to defeat my opponents.

"Cooperate with me and I'll spare you." I said honestly.

I understand the feeling of being forced to do something. Those apart of Division 7 will always be spared by me until they choose to double cross me.

He was a little too confident earlier though, maybe I should kill...never mind, stay focus Nunu.

Opening the front door, I turned to his stunned face. "Go. Bring your brother back. I'll need both of you. If you both aren't back in 2 hours then I'd actually participate in this game of hide and seek." 

He excessively nodded, eagered to leave my presence, "Y-yes, Medu."

The fear-filled man before me had hurriedly stumbled his way outside, he ran and ran, as far as he could away from me.

In the mean time, I'll go rest.

~

"Patient 1102! Get up! We have day 23 of your trial to begin!" Said one of the doctors.

It was another day here at Division 7, after almost a month here I've been treated like a fighting dog.

Hiding under my sheets, all I could think about was home. I won't fight today! I wanna go home!!

For the past 23 days that I've been here that fucking manly beast nearly kills me. I won't experience that shit again!

"Get her out in the ring in 5 minutes." I heard the Professor voice say from the intercom in my room.

When I get my hands on the Professor, I will murder that son of a bitch!

Multiple pairs of hands touched my body, instantly resulting into me jumping up. Instinctively, I punched the first person I saw.

My severely bruised knuckles stung hot as I met someone's hard face. The doctors knew that I would retaliate, which is why I was badly shocked my an electronic restraint device.

The electric pulses surged through my body, having me jerk stiffly in agony. After a long 30 seconds, they pulled their electric baton away from me.

I fell onto my bed and laid there as the lasting small surges of electricity still dwelled within me. I shook every once and a while giving the doctors a perfect opportunity to handle me.

They took me to the same room, which was called the Ring. I've been in here everyday, and I stay here until that manly beast nearly beats me to my last breathe. After that the doctors would take me back to my room, and by the next day everything repeats.

I last closed my eyes at the station and then opened them here.

I'm a fucking fighting dog.

The doctors laid me down on the ground and left the Ring. I sat up weakly, ignoring my painfully raging bruises and wounds. I've gotten so use to this pain that it feels like a little bug bite by now.

"I don't wanna fight!!" I yelled out loudly to the cameras, knowing for a fact that the Professor is watching me.

The two metal doors across from me opened and in walked the 7 foot, muscle filled, bodybuilder. He had a look of remorse for me, he always did, since day 1.

In the beginning, every fight we've had, he'd always win. But now I stopped fighting and let him beat me, there was no point in fighting since I was tired and broken.

I'm sure that I'm far away from my babies. I'll never get outta here alive, so the best option is to die here.

"You have to fight me." He quickly pleaded with me as he slowly approached me.

I ignored him and anxiously waited for the bell to ring for the fight to begin.

Ding!

His slow pace increased and in a second his foot met my abdomen, kicking me across the Ring.

I landed right onto the hard concrete wall before falling hard onto the ground.

Crack!

"Ahhh!"

I groaned loudly as yet another bone broke within me. The professor told me the rules of this trial when I first came here.

I have to win before I can receive any medical treatment.

But we all know that'll never happen, he went through all that trouble just to have me die.

"I SAID FIGHT ME!" The manly beast roared out. His sudden roar shook me awake as I realized how he really isn't doing this for himself but for me.

He growled loudly and got into a predatory stance, he widen his shoulders and squatted low to the ground like a prowling lion. He was getting ready to pounce on me.

"I heard the professor say that you're a survivor, all I see is a weak pathetic little rat." He said as his Ukrainian accent heavily coated his words.

He wants me to win. He has no idea how much pent up anger I have within me. If I go all out, one of us will die today...and I'll make sure that it won't be me.

I stumbled up onto my feet and spit out the mouth filled blood I had stored within me. Staring down at the small puddle of blood, I said, "This is our last fight."

The manly beast smiled before putting his hands on the ground and ran straight to me, like a lion.

To kill a lion, you aim for the head.

He closed the distance between us and rose his hand up to claw at me, but I quickly dodged his hit. In a flash he was in front of me once again, trying to claw my face.

As I did before, I dodged it and moved away. We traveled around the spacious room, imitating the game of tag. This angered the manly beast and eventually he switched tactics.

From using his clawed finger tips, he went to use his heavy feet.

He raised his feet up to kick me like he did before, only this time he was twice as fast.

His foot landed a deep hard blow once again to my abdomen, and like before, I landed on the wall.

Fuck!

"Mmmm!!" I internally screamed, trying to keep myself from screaming my pain out. I have to hold it in and take it out on that beast.

I fell down and laid flat on the ground, laying as still as possible.

The predator slowly approached me, his heartbeat increasing with each step. I can tell that he's worried.

He lightly kicked my side, checking to see if I'm dead. "Hey, wake up." He softly said as he kneeled down to shake me with his hands.

In a split second, I jumped up and grabbed his hand. It was unusually bigger than a regular guy's hand, hopefully I can still break it.

Twisting it hard, I snapped his hand earning a loud yell from him. I have to move fast or else, I'll miss my chance.

While the beast was thinking about his painfully dislocated hand, I took the opportunity to quickly get up and climb onto his large back.

Before I can finish climbing all the way up to his neck, the beast violently shook his body, trying to get me off.

Keeping a tight grip on him, I remained clinging onto him.

"Get off me!" He yelled and tried reaching behind him to pull me off.

My hand gripped the side of his head, holding him still. "I'm sorry" I said before snapping his neck and jumping off.

My feet touched the ground before my knees gave up and I landed on my bottom. The beast fell alongside with me, ending his reign. I truly am sorry, he was trying to help me after all.

The doors to the battle room opened and claps immediately began to erupt. Dozens of men and women in white coats walked in with smiles on their face.

"Congratulations Patient 1102, you have passed your trail run."