Chapter eleven:

Matt blacked out at some point though he is certain that he saw more like different versions of the rabbit that viciously attacked him. "Am ….. I … Dead?" He whispers to himself in the darkness.

Then suddenly there is a light like a flashlight searching the darkness.

He blinks and squints since he can't raise his hand up try to cover his eyes.

The light is shining on him and getting brighter and brighter as if approaching him.

Until the light engulfs his entire vision.

Then he blinks open his eyes finding him lying on his back in a small dimly lit cell.

There is light streaming through the small holes of the wooden door and one beam is shining on his eyes.

He groans then shifts getting up only to stop letting out an almost scream of pain that makes him stay there shivering in pain.

"So you are awake." A voice speaks from the other side of the door.

Matt goes silent except slight panting and his heart hammering in his chest. He looks at himself seeing that the wounds were not treated though he expected that.

The voice gains a disapproving tone. "Are you giving me the silent treatment brat?"

Matt swallows harshly too scared to say anything but scared that if he stays silent then something else bad might happen.

"Answer me child!" The voice demands. "Or maybe we should start picking off the others one by one while making you watch."

There's a click of a button and the back wall that was made of stone moves down so now as Matt turns to what is there now he can see slight reflection telling him there's a clear wall.

On the other side of the clear wall is a room with a chair that was most likely the one Matt was strapped into earlier but the room is now illuminated allowing him to see some metal doors that probably slide up and down but are closed right now.

"We can do so much more than what we did to you in there." The voice says. "Guess I should radio in to begin the murder."

"What …. What do you want me to say?" Matt finally speaks up even though his throat is sore and hurts from his screaming.

There's a chuckle.

"Now that's more like it." The voice says. "You finally decide to say something."

There is moments of silence.

Matt opens his mouth to speak again out of fear that someone might be killed if he doesn't but a certain noise silences him.

There is the sound of a lock being unlocked then the door swinging open as the back wall rises to become stone again.

Matt turns to the door terrified. He finds himself staring at a woman.

She is wearing a tightfitting button up black shirt with dark purple pants and black runners. Her died dark purple almost black hair is cut short and messy but some parts reach down to her ears and she has clear water blue eyes. Her skin has a few scars on it but she doesn't look like a bad person but instead someone abused.

"W-Where am I?" Matt questions.

The woman smirks crossing her arms over her chest. "You're at the isolation cages. On the side that can watch the torture or killing of others as you saw." She explains. "Quite nice isn't it?"

Matt quivers.

Are they just going to leave him here? What are they planning!?

The woman starts walking towards Matt. "Then answer me this." She speaks and stops walking only to lean down to look right in Matt's face. "What would happen if we left you here?"

Matt swallows harshly. "I-I would die." He eventually stutters out.

The woman raises an eyebrow. "Die or go insane?"

Matt glances down feeling the woman's unnerving stare is intimidating. "Both." He mumbles loud enough for her to hear him.

The woman chuckles and straightens to a stand normally. "Shall we test that out?"

Matt's eyes widen and he whips his head to look to her. He starts to beg her not to then stops as a thought comes to his mind almost as if Mello or Near have started to rub off on him.

The woman has her eyes closed as she chuckles giving Matt a few seconds.

Matt closes his eyes taking a silent deep breath then opens them pushing aside his feelings. "If you want." He says in the best I don't care voice he can make. "Why would it matter?"

The woman looks to him, eyes opened and narrowed, but clenches her jaw when all Matt does is stare uncaring back at her. "You fucker. Now it wouldn't be worth it if you're going to be like that." She grabs a fistful of Matt's hair then drags him down the hall that looks like an olden day jail area with stone floor and walls but wood doors with no windows.

Matt whimpers and bites his tongue trying to not scream at the sharp pain his wounds are giving him. He is dragged up stairs and he feels he should feel lucky that his hair has not completely ripped out even though he feels a few strands breaking free.

As he hits the top stair his vision goes white then black thanks to the pain.

When he blinks his eyes open once more he knows where he is.

…..

"It is time." Jeff says with a growing smirk. "Bring HIM in!"

Another male named Andy nods then turns heading out to do as told. He has messy blonde hair sticking up in directions like some surfer dude, a biker leather jacket with no shirt underneath and tight fitting stretchy black pants. His eyes are a mix of green and blue as the bottom is green then it fades to be blue at the top. He has a very creepy smirk. He heads to where the prisoners are being held only to crack his knuckles.

The orphans cower away realizing that one of them is going to be taken away.

Andy smirks. "Let's get this game on the road." He says then walks past the others until he stops turning to face a certain cell. His smirk widens as he looks at the male in the cell.

….

"So who shall it be?" Adam asks Jeremy as they watch the cameras.

Jeremy looks thoughtful then the answer comes into his mind. "I twink….."

Adam smirks widely and nods in agreement. "Nice pick." He goes out of the surveillance room to go get the orphan they have decided on.

…..

The two orphans find themselves in a small square room that's all metal and there is some sunlight streaming through a very slim line at the top. They can't really move in the very tight space but there is just a very very small amount of room to move.

As if there is an overhead speaker a voice comes through.

It's Rodger. "Let the game's begin."

The door that were allowing light into the cramped space suddenly slide quickly down as if releasing the two into some sort of wild with big machines as well as a few crates.

There is a few well done strongly barred windows and they appear to be so poorly put that the lighting in the room is clear but dimmer than it could have been.

The orphans shake in fear.

"The rules are simple." Rodger speaks again as if having an overhead speaker system.

The two orphans are not sure they want to hear what this torture is this time.