Darkness.

Nothing but the pitch blackness of the room seemed to engulf Shiro for the past twelve hours. It was barren and empty, except for a mat and sink at the side with the bucket being in the far corner. He would have never thought that this would become of him. Sitting in the corner he lolled his head to the side and tried to get some sleep. The only way to get out of this hell hole was to rest his body. Except that was impossible.

How could he sleep when his friends are out there possibly being slaughtered. This darkness was driving Shiro mad. Getting up he stretched his muscles, rolling his shoulders and twisting around until he heard a satisfying crack in his back. He was given food twice a day. Some bread and water infused with some sort of vitamins he guessed. They only wanted to keep him surviving enough so he could continue fighting in the pit.

But enough was enough. How many weeks had gone by. Confined in this prison and forced to fight. He decided a hunger strike was the best option to show those bastards that he hadn't given up and nor will he ever. They can try to control his body, but his mind was for him to control. It was tempting to eat as his stomach growled, but he turned his head and started jogging around the room. He knew that while he has given up food that ordeal will not last for long. He was getting out.

Deciding that he had jogged enough Shiro began doing pushups. It was important for him to keep his strength up even though he wasn't eating. A few more days and he would be free somehow. A smile twitched on his face and he couldn't help but think of all the good times that he had with his friends. And the Garrison. How could he forget that.

Voices. He jerked his head to the door and got up. It must be the druids coming to check up on him.

"I heard that Haggard has some plan for it," the voices were became louder. Maybe he could take his chance now.

"The human is a male," the second druid chuckled. "Well, how in the hell am I supposed to know," he argued back. "They have slightly different anatomy. The males are usually stronger, taller, and have short hair."

"This Champion is quite the human. I would have thought he would die the moment he took a step in the gladiatorial arena," spoke one of the druids.

They were right outside the door. Unconsciously licking his lips, Shiro tensed his muscles ready to pounce. Sweat rolled down his face as his heart hammered out of control feeling like it was constricting his chest. There were only two of them this time. Maybe now was his chance. His very being rested upon this moment. It was do or die.

The door creaked open slowly and Shiro launched himself onto the druid. Throwing him off balance, he grabbed his blaster and shot the other one. It wasn't before he got shot first. Clutching his abdomen he stumbled to the ground. The first druid wrestled him pinning his arms to the floor. Shiro kicked as best as he could managing to hit his side, making him falter if only for a second.

"Grab him," barked the first druid. The other quickly grabbed him again and threw him across the room.

"Ahhhh, stop," Shiro sobbed. He hit his back against the wall. Blackess was threatening to take ahold of him and Shiro welcomed that. Warm blood oozed out of his wound as he slumped to the ground. How could he fucking do that. This was his chance to get out and he messed it up. Struggling to get up he didn't see the druid kick him.

"Noooo, this was not how it was supposed to end," he growled. Eyes ablaze with fire and face wild. He bared his teeth while he clutched his abdomen.

"You should have thought about that before you tried that stunt of yours human," the druid bellowed. He hauled him up with the other one taking his flank and grabbed Shiro by the arms.

His whole body hurt. The blood was still gushing out and it looked like it would only stop till he died. He growled and barked out words acting like a madman. But he was no use against the druids. Not in this weakened state.

The blood loss was making his eyes droop and with the adrenaline leaving his body he was feeling the full effects of the abuse. Even his struggling seemed weak to him. Head hung low he couldn't help but let a few tears drip down his face.

"No, no, no, no," he said again struggling to comprehend that he is stuck. Now they're going to take extra precautions with him limiting his chance for escape.

Loud footsteps echoed across the room.

"Vrepit Sa, this human was trying to escape sir," said one of the druids. Shiro lifted his head up slightly seeing the person that loved torturing him.

Sendak.

"Well, well, I should have known the Champion would put up a fight. Maybe I haven't disciplined you enough. You belong to me Champion. The quicker you understand that the better," he snarled, eyes glinting with the promise of hurt in the future.

Grabbing Shiro's face Sendak tilted it up in a bruising grip. He tried to move his head, but Sendak only held on harder, piercing the top layer of his skin with his claws. Blood trickled down his face to his exposed throat. Sendak looked at him waiting to see what he would do next. And he didn't disappoint. Baring his teeth again Shiro glared at him like no other.

"Get him to the medbay and make sure he is sedated," speaking directly to the druids. Shaking his head to the side harshly Sendak let go.

"I'll see you later my beloved Champion," Sendak said as he retreated out the door.

His escape was right there. The door was open all he had to do was run a couple steps and he would be out. But fate had other plans. Shaking him out of his thoughts the druids dragged his weakened body out the door and through the quiet hallway.

Shiro couldn't help but screw his eyes shut to prevent the tears from falling. How could this have happened. He can't show them any weaknesses. Opening his eyes he memorized where they were taking him. The halls were colored a deep purple, barren and empty, like his room, except for a few druids looking at him. He glared at them as his bloody body was dragged. A trail of blood was left on the floor. His body had given up at this moment, all of his body mass was carried by his tormentors.

After making many turns they arrived at what he assumed was the medbay. The doors opened with a hiss, the druids lifting him up from the still. The room was white with a medical bed in the middle and the equipment kept right beside it on a table. There stood three "doctors" and the witch herself, Haggar.

"Welcome, Champion. Don't worry I'll take special care of you" she said as she moved a step forward. Shiro began struggling again. Who knew what this bastard would do. Thrashing around as best as he could he felt a prick to his neck. A sedative. Right away his body went limp and his eyes began to droop taking in one final look at Haggar.

"Damn you all".

Thank you all for reading! I just wanted to say that this was my first attempt at writing any sort of fanfic and hope it's not too cringey lol. Please do review and tell me how I could make this any better or if I should scrap this and start over. Any critique is welcomed.