This chapter got dark. Really dark.
The first thought that Sun had when he woke up was that he was not where he passed out. He knew that he should be panicking at this, yet couldn't really get worked up. The sense of dread and terror that should have hit him right away was quietly floating just out of reach, lost in a haze of the warm, fuzzy feeling that the fog surrounding him had brought. It was like being wrapped up in a warm blanket.
The voices didn't bother him either. They just quietly passed over him and were only vaguely heard. Sun was fine. What did he care about things like "virgin animal" and "fight ring" when the haze that surrounded him just felt so good. He twitched slightly at the words "fresh meat". He didn't care for meat. Was more of a vegetarian. Just as soon as that discomfort had appeared however, it had softly drifted away. Well, it might not be that bad. If eating meat is what it took for Sun to keep feeling as good he did right now, then it could be worth it.
Something inside of Sun told him that something was wrong. Instincts honed from years spent evading and running screamed at him to get out, to collect whatever sanity he could still find and get as far away from there – wherever "there" was – as possible. But again, that instinct floated upward into the air as if nothing more than a cloud, supported only by those pesky survival instincts of his. As he got used to that haze, Sun started to understand what was going on around him, even if he still didn't care for it.
"It was a lot of work trying to get him here. No way in hell is he worth as much effort as the boss has put in to finding him," one voice said. This voice was rough around the edges, as if the owner had suffered from a cold recently.
"Not worth it? Hell yeah, he's worth it. Bitch is a purity in both senses of the word. Better yet, he's a faunus. I wouldn't mind testing him if I thought the boss wouldn't kill me for it." This voice was different. It had a near soothing quality to it. Sun much preferred listening to him than the one with the cold.
"Are you serious? Shit. That means that he's going to be the prize this time. Whoever wins him will be a lucky bastard that's for sure. We scored on this one. Suckers are gonna be lining up from all over in this ring. The shit we'll rake in from this will be more than enough to get us whatever the fuck we want," the voice with the cold said.
"Not only that, but since we're the ones who brought him in we get an extra bonus of being able to choose whatever bitch we want out of the pile for our own personal use. No more scrambling for drops of power from the community bitches. They'll be our personal supply."
"I'm going for the redhead. She has still enough fire left that breaking her should be pretty entertaining for awhile. What about you? Any bitch caught your eye?"
"The white-haired one, I guess," the nice voice said with a sigh. "She's pretty damn docile and fairly obedient. I hardly need a rebellious bitch to try and screw me over if I'm in a bind."
"Coward. You've got no sense of sport."
"But I do have a sense of survival. Which is more than I can say for you."
Sun would have liked to listen to those voices now, but the fog was back. He didn't fight its decent, instead welcoming it with open arms as it wrapped around him again like a warm marshmallow. And as it descended, his consciousness did the opposite. It lifted out and flew up, far away like a bird in the sky.
Sorry this one is short. I started this story and then completely forgot about midterms. I had to scramble to get everything done. Hopefully, I'll have the next one up soon.