She couldn't.
Her body stood rigid as her insticts of selfish preservations screamed for her to move to do as her handler asked. It was a simple enough action and it would please her master. It probably would get her out of the hot water she found herself in with him lately. But she couldn't.
"KILL HIM!" her handler bellowed for the seventh time, clutching the remote like device that was linked to her "control collar".
He raised his hand above her head casting a eeriry shadow along with the threat of giving her another transitioning wave of pain that would easily kill the average man.
A growl aroused deep in her chest as her lips raised exposing off-white fangs. Fear etched itself onto her handler's features as the very feared creature began stalking him with the intent to kill.
Little did the disagreeing pair realise was that her master was watching from the spectres stand smirking.
He watched as his asset pounced on his employee placing a large, furry paw on his chest digging claws into his flesh drawing out a pained scream the remote long forgotten on the ground.
She roared then like a flash of lighting had her jaws around his neck ready to-
"That's enough Abrielle." The sharp but calm voice snapped her out of her blood enraged state of mind.
Abrielle lifted her head at the sound of her master's voice. She retracted her claws then shifted back to her human form, glancing at the frightened fawn in the corner of the rounded arena.
She looked down to her supposed handler then sneered causing the man to flinch.
"Well done my beauty." her master congratulated smirking. Abrielle walked over to him with a pleased smirk as well. He gave her a head rub feeling the softness of her hair that matched the same color of her fur, cascading down to her shoulders. He ran his fingers through her curls once more then waved her off signaling to return to her domain.
The handler stood up shakily then glared at the fawn. "Get out of here Bambi. Shoo! Scat!" he kicked his boot and the fawn shifted running for the small opening which led to his cage. "You could have called her off alot sooner Mr. Hades." He complained.
Hades chuckled deeply shaking his head. "Hook. Hook. You have a hand to spare I should think." He mocked earning a glare from the man.
Hook was always skittish around the Ferals espeacially Tickety, a troublesome crocodile who swallowed not only his electronic watch but also his right hand as well. The Ferals used this to their advantage torturing the grumpy man any way they could.
"Why would you reward her when she directly disobyed?" questioned Hook angryly.
Hades gave an indignant look but indulge his employee either way by replying. "I never wanted her to kill Bambi. No. No. He will grow into a powerful and very expensive Feral. It's her rebelion that drives her each day to survive. The others will follow like blind drones….but not her."
"Yes yes I know she is your favorite, but one of the most dangerous and I no longer wish to train her no matter the pay raise." Hook left with a huff grumbling to himself.
Another shadow appeared, to the average person undetectable. Hades looked down.
"Go to her Hans. I'm afraid this session has impacted her more than I thought it would."
The fox nodded his head then padded off.
Hades straightend out his grey and blue suit, looked over the arena once more then sighed.
X
Hans found Abrielle looking out between the gate bars solemnly sitting atop the tall wall. He could feel her longing for freedom as it leeked off her body from where he stood a few feet away.
The reality of the situation set in. She had killed many children before, in both child and adulthood, which affected her mental health greatly but when she looked into the little fawn's eyes she couldn't. She knew he belonged somewhere and it certainly wasn't here.
As soon as Hans shifted, he approached climbing up to sit next Abrielle. Unexpectedly, like clock work, at the moment he sat down she stood up purposely jumped down and walked away.
"Ah come on! I had an emotional speech prepared and everything!" Whined Hans carefully jumping down as well to run and catch up with the girl.
She looked over her shoulder and giggled. "Why do you think I got up?"
The duo walked to a building that had the number 19 on the front. When they entered they saw a golden butterfly flying around the head of a mischievous looking boy.
"Hey Peter how's it going?" Abrielle quipped strutting towards the table that would resemble that of what they used for children during lunch at school.
"Pretty great! Hook just walked in and he looked pissed. Plus he had blood all over his shirt. So whadda ya do to him eh?" Peter pan asked animatedly.
"She burried her claws into his chest using him as her personal scratching post." Hans scowled glancing at the culprit making her blush and smile impishly.
Peter cackled while Hans shook his head. "At least she didn't literally swallow his right hand Tickety." Hans sneered teasingly while Peter (Aka Tickety) shrugged.
"Well what was I supposed to do just sit there and let him kick my muzzle. The guys a bastard, what can ya do eh?" Peter's hand flew up to his nose. "Besides someone had to show that ol' cod fish who was boss eh Tink?" the golden butterfly shifted to a pretty blonde girl then nodded in agreement with her escort sitting atop his lap.
"Anyway I'm gonna nap in before anyone wants me to kill something." Pan deadpanned shifting into a large crocodile while his butterfly escort fluttered gently around his muzzle settling in the safest place ever in between Pan's powerful deadly jaws as he stalked off to their domain.
Abrielle watched the odd pair with amusement. Tinkerbell had the best bodyguard anyone could be graced with since Pan was extremely over protective of his precious butterfly.
There was a lot of odd pairings here at the colosseum. Ferals were bought from all over to serve as gladiators for entertainment. Some being raised and bred as champaions while others were here simply to die. Abrielle was a full qualified killer and warrior called a Bestiarius. Being a merciless snow leopard all saw her as a monster. All except for Hans.
Since she had received a new master He had scientist and specialist look into what made the Ferals less stressed, which allowed them to live longer and fight better. They suggested escorts, less dangerous ferals that would serve as a companion to their gladiator counterparts.
Hans was her escort and he kept her alive. Not her fighting ability but her only friend, whenever emotional termoil set in and she thought about ending it all he was there.
When they entered her domain she looked around the plain white room then went to her vanity to sit down. When Abrielle looked into the mirror she looked into her intense blue eyes which had black specks and there she saw fear. Not for herself but for those who were destined to only die, those who were crammed into small cages, those who were abused and beaten…like Bambi. With a sigh the Bestiarius picked up the black brush and began brushing her medium length hair which had large curls, most Ferals hair matched the color of their fur if they had any, and Abrielle was no exception.
Hans made himself comfortable jumping onto the bed turing on the television with the remote. He watched as the news anchor announced the next ring battle at the colosseum which was tomorrow.
"Hey lookit it's us!" He yelled with mock excitment
"Turn that off whaddya." Abrielle complained stepping into her bathroom. She removed her black training uniform then got into the shower. When she came out in a robe she found Hans snoring curled up.
She walked over to him and went to gently shake him awake but then stopped having a better idea.
"AHH!" Yelped Hans as he shot up. He saw Abrielle holding her nails in a pinching motion.
"What you do that for?" he whined rubbing the red spot his arm.
"Out of my bed num-nuts." Abrielle shoved him off getting under her white blanket.
The lights turned off as they did every night on schedule.
Hans shifted then jumped onto the bed again snuggling up under Abrielle who groaned in annoyance.
"Why don't you sleep in your bed?" asked Abrielle.
"Shush I wanna cuddle." Hans scolded digging his muzzle deeper between her neck.
"If you start humping me again I will eat you." she ended in a growls.
Hans chuckled. "Come on fluffy you know you are definitely not in any of my….erotic fantasies." Abrielle cringed at his sensual tone then settled in for the long day she knew she would have starting at 4:00 am.