Metal clanked as consciousness gripped Static, causing her to toss a bit in her dazed state.

The sounds of the bonds gripping her wrists tightly reminded her of the days before.

The smooth touch of his hands and the slow agony he had caused her as the cool knife cut through her skin.

The cold, cutting laughter he had made before he left, twirling the knife through his fingers with a strange mastered skill as if he had years of experience.

The red that coated the knife, that now lay in small droplets on the floor, having slid off the sharp metal.

The groans and yells, shrieks and pleads she had made, still echoing off the walls around her.

Grunting, her eyes opened slowly, wincing as she did so.

One blue eye could be seen, but the other was covered by eyelids with black, blue, and purple shadings, caused by the butt of the knife.

She turned her head to look to her right, but her vision blackened with sudden dizziness and her head began to throb.

She closed her eyes, waiting for the throbbing to stop, and so she could try to escape again.

She turned slowly, and glanced around at the strange dark room.

There was a table in the center of the room surrounded by overturned chairs.

There was glass littering the floor, as many windows had been broken in the beaten down shack.

She wondered if anyone knew about this place, out away from the city, and away from anything she knew of.

Staring out one of the broken windows she felt the hot air brush over her, causing shivers to run down her bloodied spine.

Her shirt lay in shreds beside the wooden chair she sat on, blood stains marking the white material.

She cursed under her breath at the situation, unsure what else she could do.

She pulled on her bonds, grinding her teeth as the strained muscles tried to move from their awkward position, causing another pain to strike her.

The boards behind her popped in and out, as she pulled at the bonds, which he had connected to the chair and to the wall behind her.

He had made plenty sure she wasn't escaping.

she made feeble attempts to yell but the sound she made wasn't going far.

The day rolled by slowly, but not slowly enough, for she heard him again.

The soft footsteps could be heard, making their way to the locked door that contained her.

The sound was hardly noticeable through the soft noises that passed her lips, as if the drac that was causing them wasn't heavy enough to dig those boots into her.

She heard him stop, and the scraping of metal as the key was inserted and turned.

The room was dark, so she couldn't see the drac, but it wasn't needed.

He was all too familiar, and unforgettable.

She could already see the dark black hair, and the white suit that bore holes into her.

His pale skin, and white suit and mask angered her.

The drac glanced at her; a flash of silver glittered before her, announcing the weapon he now held.

She glanced up at his outline, and he stared back before a smile formed, and a cold merciless laugh rang through her ears.

"Why do you look so sad?" He asked, in a very mocking manner, but the only responded was mere silence as she stared down at the floor.

He approached her, until he was standing right in front of the chair she sat in, allowing her to stare at the black boots that coved his feet.

A cold hand slid across the bottom of her chin, giving pressure and forcing her to look at him, "Ready for the games to start again, tonight?" He purred, "I'm sure I'll have fun."