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It's almost dark now. I've crossed the border from Capulet City into Fortuna, and now I'm walking toward the very location where I was kidnapped. I had to admit, I was scared, but I need to do this. If not for me, then for Lady. She had no part in this.

I couldn't help but think that this was all my fault. If she hadn't taken me in, then she wouldn't be in danger just now.

I crossed the street and came to one thirty one fourth street. Looking around nervously, I could feel my senses going into overdrive as I came up to the fairgrounds that took up the entire lot at the address. Jumping over the turnstile, I walked past a couple kiddy rides as I searched the entire fairgrounds lot. Giving up on the actual fairgrounds, I figured I should check out the indoor theatre that the people who hosted the fair would rent out for shows and such. Opening the double doors, I stepped in slowly as the door creaked closed behind me.

That was when I heard someone's voice.

A spotlight came on and shined center stage, and there was a figure standing there. I stayed where it was as the figure lifted its head up, looking at me through glasses that shined in the spotlight.

"Welcome, Sai, to the Fairground Theatre. This is where we first met."

It was a man's voice. I decided to at least get some information out of him first.

"Where's Lady? We had a deal."

He tossed his head back and howled in laughter.

"You truly are an idiot, but you must be a good friend if you would come all the way here knowing that you are going to be taken just to save your friend."

"Wait, what?"

"I do not have Lady. She is merely out on a job."

I felt the anger boiling inside of me. I ran toward the stage and jumped on it like a track runner jumping hurdles. I ran at him, swinging my arm in a hooked punch directly to his head, but he grabbed my fist and twisted menacingly, causing me to cry out in pain as my body started to turn with my fist. Using brute strength, I went under his torso and got him up on my shoulders, where I tossed him over and threw him into the ground with all my force, the wooden floorboards of the stage actually cracking and breaking a bit. He quickly got to his feet as I backed away.

"I see that my experiments made you stronger."

"You will pay for what you've done to me!"

"What I did was for science! Not for you!"

"And look where it's gotten you!" I shouted at him angrily, picking up a broken floorboard that had found its way to my feet. I threw it at him and he caught it and ran at me. I tried to climb out the window on the back wall past the curtains, but he grabbed my ankle and in seconds I was kissing the ground.

I slid across the stage floor and into the broken floorboards, creating some of my own as well. Wincing, I could feel a piece of a board lodged through my palm as I got to my feet. He walked toward me and I took my fighting stance.

No more messing around.

As he went to grab my wrist, I spun out of his reach and knocked him right off his feet, but he landed just like I did when I jumped out of the hospital window. I tried to give him a palm strike using my bad palm and I got him right across the cheek. The board cut deep into his skin and soon, blood was trickling down his cheek like a tear. He growled angrily and grabbed my throat, knocking me off my balance and slammed my head into the ground of the stage. He squeezed my throat and I coughed, trying to pry his fingers away.

"Except your defeat. You cannot beat me!"

I shoved my bad hand into his face and hit him right in the nose, where I heard a snapping sound and figured I'd broken it.

But he did not relinquish his hold on my neck.

Instead he turned away and coughed, snarling at the blood gushing out of his nose. When he turned back to face me, he looked like a rabid monster, the way his eyes gleamed with the thought of seeing me screaning in agony.

"If you are not going to go back with me willingly, then I must force you!"

I felt a sudden pressure on my hands as they were torn away from his hold on my neck and pinned to the ground with his feet. He was standing on my wrists and bent over to keep his hand around my neck.

I winced, feeling his weight on my bones as they creaked a little.

He smirked down at me and at how helpless I looked.

Suddenly, I rolled backward onto my shoulder blades and gave him a knee to the back, which threw him off the stage and onto the floor, his hand releasing my neck from the shock of my attack. I stood quickly and ran for the back window again, quickly climbing up the wall and grabbing the latch to the window.

I struggled with it and I guess I lost track of time because he had come toward me and grabbed my ankle, throwing me from the window and onto the ground, where I rolled into the pit of broken boards again.

I could feel my strength starting to slip away as my vision went fuzzy then back to normal then fuzzy again. I closed my eyes to try and steady myself as Dr. Tomo came over and grabbed my arm, taking a needle out of his coat pocket and staring down at my dazed self.

He smiled at me with the kind of evil I'd never even imagined.

"See this? This is a special compound I created just for you. Enjoy!"

He stabbed the needle into my arm and injected the fluid quickly, then backed away as I screamed and arched my back from the burning sensation. It burned like all those times before, but this time, it got progressively worse as it traveled through my bloodstream. I thrashed violently, crying out in anguish as Tomo watched intensely, as if this were all a movie.

"W-what's happening to me?" I screamed out as my eyes squeezed shut from the pain.

"It's called a lethal injection. You will never make it through tonight!" laughed Tomo, who was making his way out of the backstage door as he spoke.

And soon, he was gone into the night.

My body was convulsing so much it ached, but wouldn't stop. The pain was unbearable. And it just wouldn't stop.

I screamed loudly over and over again until my throat went hoarse, just like before, but even when my voice was gone, I never stopped thrashing or crying. The pain in my palm was nothing compared to this new sensation.

About an hour later, the compound had done whatever it needed to because my body had stopped thrashing. Now, I was just lying there on the stage, waiting to die. The spotlight shone brightly on my skin, making it shine. A tear slid down my eye and over my nose, then past my other eye and it dripped onto the ground.

So this is it. I'm going to die.

Another tear slid down my face as I stared blankly out into the house, which was pitch black from the spotlight practically blinding me. Out of the window directly above all the chairs in the audience, I could see that it was almost morning.

Slowly, I could feel my control over my body slipping away into darkness. And all I could do was lie there and cry until it was over. Sounds like a great way to die.

All I thought about was how Lady would feel if I never returned to the apartment. And my family, how they were going to see my death in the newspaper one morning.

I even thought about Dante and all he'd done for me with the first-aid.

Two more tears made their way down my face as my vision started to go blurry.

All I heard was the door opening and a lot of footsteps coming closer to me.

And then the darkness pulled me under.