When Piper came towards me, I didn't bother to try to cling to the back of my cage. I simply rested my neck to her wing, letting her snatch it and yank me to the small dark room with the same force.

I began to feel reluctant for my choice when I felt the darkness around me. I sat in the back corner, closing my eyes, holding myself in a tight ball. I didn't want any part of this battle.

I began to see light through my eyelids. I decided to just sit there, arms crossed. Since that didn't work, due to my left arm, I let them hang at the side. I stared straight to the wall across from me. I was going to be stubborn, and just sit there.

"It's champ versus newbie now!" I heard the announcer say. "59540 against -- Ah, we have to call him by his real name: CHUCK!"

I gasped. Champ? They couldn't be serious.

"Chuck was from the original Colosseum group himself, offering to fight," continued the announcer. I tried to block out the announcer's voice, along with the roar of the audience.

I had to take a quick glance to this guy. But before I could even turn my head, I saw darkness again. Blocking out the light was Chuck. A huge bull, breathing heavy from his large nostrils, fury in his eyes. His horns stuck out, incredibly sharp.

I realized that these original Colosseums were more than normal animals. There was something special about them. They had amazing speed, and unfortunately, amazing strength.

"Too scared to fight?" the masculine bull asked me in a rough voice.

I shook my head. I nervously stepped up, onto the grass. He could do what he wanted. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see what happened.

I heard a wicked laugh, and then steps pounding towards me at lightning speed. Before I could move a muscle, my body was thrown in between the huge creature and the wall. My immobile left arm was still being forced against the wall, my fur wet him blood. I let out a cry in pain.

This wasn't enough for Chuck. He released me to fall on the ground, and then shoved his hooves into the back of my head. All I could taste was dirt and blood as my face was pushed to the ground.

I was hoping they were just going to let him kill me, but medics began running towards us. "That's enough battling for now, Chuck. Go wash up, star player," one said, pulling me up onto a table one wheels. I fell unconscious as I was pushed away.

"Okay, you little freaks. We have a new system here to, um, motivate some of you who don't care about winning fights."

I was curled up on the floor of my cage when I heard Piper say this. I opened my eyes, staring towards the wall, but was too weak to move my head. I felt pain in my whole body.

"Every time you win a battle, you'll get a Token. A Token can buy you a number of things. You have to decide when to buy what and whether or not to save up." I heard the sound of a cart, and forced my body to move the slightest bit I could to end up looking at her.

"Um, ten will buy you a nice meal of pancakes and juice," she said, showing us a plate with two buttered pancakes and orange juice. The aroma filled my nose, making me grow more depressed. I needed real food.

"Eight will get you a pack of cigarettes and a lighter," she said, holding up the package.

"With four, we'll play you a song of choice." The list continued on, but the thing I wanted more then anything else was the very last. It got shouts, sighs in desperation, and talking growing from it. "A whopping three hundred and you're free."