Author note: Okay so I've put out a couple of fics now, and I have more in the works. The problem is I have hit a wall Prisoner of War, which doesn't mean I won't finish it eventually it just means it'll take a while. This one though I hope to update regularly until I finally finish it. So yeah... Anyways thanks so much for reading this and/or my other works the views are appreciated! Though I'd love to see some more reviews so I can actually improve on my writing or just be more motivated on keeping these stories updated.

Blake stood at the edge of a caged ring, across from her stood a large man itching to tear her apart. They stood there deafened by a crowd gathered in the stadium seating surrounding them waiting for the sound of the bell to ring out. After a couple seconds the wait was over, the clean sound of a ringside bell broke through the crowd signaling the start.

The large man charged at Blake, arms outstretched and hunched over so he could grab her by the torso. Blake stood there like a matador waiting for the last second to step aside.

"Three... Two... One!" She thought before rolling to the side causing the man to slam into the bars behind her. He bounced back, stunned from the hit, but he still stood. Blake took advantage of his recoil by quickly pushing herself off the ground with her hands launching her body, feet forward, into the side of his knee. With a sickening snap, it bent ninety degrees to the left causing him to fall on top of her. The crowd roared approving of the desperate brutality that just took place. The man was too heavy for her to escape. She struggled to try to get free, but before she could the man grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her. This caught Blake completely off guard, his trainer must've been giving him some serious painkillers for him to snap back to action after a hit like that.

Blake was pulled to her feet caught in his hold, but as soon as he tried to throw her into the bars he went off balance due to his previous injury. Noticing this Blake quickly threw her head back slamming it into his nose, then she placed her feet on the ringside and kicked off of it sending them both sprawling onto the ground. Despite the painkillers, the two hits to his head were enough to get him to loosen his grip enough for Blake to roll off of him. Blake quickly got to her feet and slammed her foot down on his neck finishing the fight bringing cheers from the crowd as money was either lost or won.

This was the reality of the Vale underground, the rich people of the city would place bets on fights to the death between 'champions' people either bought or kidnapped and forced to step into the ring. They wouldn't dare step into the ring themselves, they figured they were too important to take part in such savagery, so instead, they watch.

After a moment or two, the metal cage around the ring rose up to the rafters freeing the victor. Blake slowly walked out of the ring to her captor, Roman Torchwick.

"Hey there kitty cat, that was a good fight!" He said happily while he stood ringside putting most of his weight on his modified cane.

Blake stayed quiet if she opened her mouth a string of curses and slurs would be the only thing that came out and last time that happened she received several volts through the collar he made her wear.

"Come on, we gotta get you ready for the next fight tomorrow." He told her while he strode off out of the arena. They walked the halls for a while before getting to the locker room. "Clean yourself off then go meet Qrow in the training room.

"Yes, sir." Blake replied simply before going into the locker room. Inside was a pretty typical locker room, with lockers lining the wall and wooden benches along the centre. The lockers each were labeled with a fighters name and inside was whatever the fighter was supposed to wear for the day, the staff would place the outfits in from the other side of the wall. It was one of the few places where fighters could be unsupervised, and Blake always made sure to stay in it as long as she could. She slowly got out of her clothing and dipped into the shower, the hot water running over her body relaxing her. The shower was always her favourite part of this, after a strenuous fight, a warm shower was a godsend.

Her first fight she had sat down in her shower and cried for hours before she had to be forced out, but since then she had become incredibly desensitized to killing. Eventually, the water ran cold, not because it ran out of hot water, but because they were set to change to cold water after a certain amount of time to encourage shorter showers. With a sigh, she left the shower, got into her training clothes, and left to meet with Qrow.

Qrow was just as trapped in this scene as she was, but for him, it was because of the incredible debt he had piled up with the owner. So now he had to train fighters to kill their opponents. The training room was a lot like a boxing gym, containing several rings, punching bags, and other exercise equipment. Qrow was waiting for Blake in the ring, not at all dressed for training or fighting, but that's what he always wore.

"Hey, Blake! I heard your fight went well!" He exclaimed.

"Well if by well you mean I had to kill another person who was forced to fight me then yes." She replied solemnly.

"Blake just be happy you made it out alive."

"Well, you make that pretty easy."

"Hey, it's not my fault most people don't know how to fight properly." Qrow said putting his hand up.

"Anyways what's on the schedule for today?" Blake said wanting the subject to change.

"Well, since today is Wednesday you know the drill." Qrow said while he descended onto the ground cross-legged.

"It's Wednesday? Thank god." Blake said matching him with a smile on her face.

Qrow pulled out a flask and started drinking while he used his other arm to slide a thermos over to Blake. She happily popped off the cap and poured the contents into it.

"Mmmm green tea my favourite." She said happily.

Qrow had made a deal with one of the guards so that whenever they were on surveillance duty he and Blake got to relax, in return he supplied the guard with a solid amount of his homemade whiskey. If Roman found out that they did this, he'd fire the guard, take away Qrow's access to the outside, and force Blake to move to a stricter trainer, all after beating each one of them first.

Roman had set aside several hours for training, so Blake and Qrow relaxed and drank their respective drinks for a good while.

"I'm so lucky I have such a shitty trainer." Blake joked.

"What was that? I should make you do some laps!" Qrow joked back.

"Yeah, I'll do laps if you can walk in a straight line."

Qrow paused for a second knowing full well that he wouldn't be able to do that with the amount he had drank, "You don't have to do laps then..."

With that, they both burst out laughing. Blake really enjoyed spending her time with Qrow, on days like this he was like an uncle, and on days where they actually trained she knew that he wasn't just doing this because he had to, but also he did it to make sure that she could protect herself from the unending string of fights.

After a couple of hours were over Blake said goodbye to Qrow and went off to her room. It wasn't too far from the training room, only being a couple doors down. The inside was closer to a cell than an actual room though. She was granted only a cheap bed that hung off the wall and a small amount of space about the same size as the bed next to it. Although her quarters were lackluster she enjoyed being in them, there weren't any cameras, she wasn't forced to do anything in it, and quite frankly she enjoyed the solitude. She was so relaxed after 'training' that she just crawled onto her bed and fell asleep.