I can hear them...cheering up there, while we're down here shivering in the cold. There is a quiet whimpering next to me. It's Timmy, a young kid who looks like he's scared of everything. He clings to me like he did to his brother Sam just a few short hours ago.
His brother… he hasn't come back yet. He's fighting tonight; he was so scared but kept a brave face for his little brother. I saw it though, the fear. The bosses make us mutants fight each other, so others can bet on who will win. Fights can last for hours; they won't let us stop until…
The door opens and two big guys come in dragging a battered boy behind them. "Good job," one of the men says to him before throwing him into his cell, slamming the door and leaving. The boy looks beaten up pretty badly; he has cuts, bruises, and blood all over his body. I can smell the blood on him; the scent is strong, metallic and… not his own. A look of horror comes across Timmy's face; this boy isn't his brother. I hold him close to comfort him; he's trembling. I can hear the distinct sounds of sobs coming from his small body. We have to get out of here. Many have tried, but all have failed. Then the next day we hear that they just "disappeared". But everyone knows what really happens to them.
Another man comes in. He is different than the other two. He has this aura about him that is refined but still says he can do his own dirty work. He's like those mob bosses you see in the movies - the ones that wear a suit no matter how hot it is and always have cigars with them. But this is real, and he is the boss. He stops in front of my cell, looking at me with disgust. I return the look, showing him the feeling is mutual. He smirks. "You're up next, Demon."