We do like to {Pretend} (L)

[GOD!]

Your breathing cease, it feels like a claw is clutching your own chest, holding it back, squeezing, and it is about to burst. Yet you don't fight back, this feeling ever programmed into your mind. You can see the sinister smile, your master, your creator, the one you hate. You saw what happens when people fight him right? He throws them away, or lets his pets devour them. What is a weak monster like you suppose to do against him and his horde of beast. Nothing is the answer and nothing is what you do. You got to be someone, you have to do something in your life right? So you blindly fight, following his orders to the brink of death.

Will you follow like a lost puppy or will you fight till the death? Your life, and it is in your hands. Fight, fight, fight, and then die, but maybe you might win. A little hope is all you need.

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Some where off into the distance, in a planet out of reach, habited by mad scientist. The rule, the laws are there, and they get to experiment on anything and everything. Beast roam the city side walks, and flowers will spit at you sometimes. It is a crazy place where sometimes you fight for the gold. In an arena that is. A fight for the death, the Scientist make something then fight them to the bone, hoping, just hoping that there creation might win. Yet they fail, one by one to the strongest creatures out there. This year might be different though, some underdog might win right? A lot of lives were put into this, so maybe something good will come out. A family might win a bet after selling there son to the scientist, or maybe more money to fund there crazy research.

Rules are simple, Fight and have fun. Most of it will be placed into the Arena but sometimes before a match starts all the monster will be in the dungeons and they can talk through their cages.

Things you can role play, Random watchers, monster(high wanted), and then scientist. Note a monster does not mean boggie man, it can be anything, it is up to you.

In your first post state what you are and how you got to be there, then have fun. My first post will come after some body elses.

[&&ANGEL]

Shivering in cold, pitch black darkness, a sense of urgency fills the air as the sound of a crowd in the background roared in response to the action occurring upon the stage above. #25, less referred to as Lylac, experienced it before. That familiar discouraging feeling as the crowd only cheered for the tough adversary for more reasons than one. A single one would be that #25, a monster from the evil scientist, Dr. Flaten, was the size of a small lap dog- something that you don't want to be in these vicious monster fights. But she was a favorite out of the many monsters he had created, naming them all with numbers. When she had been invented by different animal DNA, she had been placed with the #25. But, being referred to as a number didn't suit her much so as her brain developed along, she had dubbed herself as Lylac- from of course, a picture on the wall with the name below it.

However, she looked nothing like that similar flower, relating to her name. Surprisingly, #25 was small, furry and swift-footed in all. To describe her, she would be a mix between a wolf, a fox, a dragon and a lizard- the very DNA extracted from those animals to make her. Thus, #25 was a spiky little monster. She basically looked like any small canine with rabid spikes that stuck twice as tall as she was into the hair. Her eyes were a blood red color, ears ripped and torn yet, the strangest thing about her was the 5 tails that she waved around- lethal, yes. The first two tails were long and thin with thin, blade-like spikes sticking out from each side. The center, was a large fluffy tail that looked as lethal as it was- not at all. Then the last two were quite similar to the first two. This gave her a large advantage, despite her small size. In addition to that, she could shock the living daylights out of any creature that came near her. Upon her back laid two dragon-like wings that were small- which made no difference to her ability to life herself up into the air, easily. Fur color was a dark brown whilst a spiky color remained around her neck- something that was found around every creation Dr. Flaten had made. It was like his finishing signature, other than the branding he did on animals that needed some discipline. #25, however, was quite gentle when she was first created.

Floating in a large glass tube filled with light blue, glowing water, she never knew what she was about to go through as she was drained of all the liquid and set down on firm ground. Shakily at first, she took a while to get used to this human world. And for moments did the Doctor actually fear her for her spiky tails had been lashing from side to side without her control. But before long, #25 had settled down, pulling her spikes back into a safe state and curled up like a sleepy bunny rabbit. There, Dr. Flaten took her into his arms and thus, her destiny was set.

Now, #25 shivers uncontrollably in fear and cold, within a rusty old cage that she had been kept in more than once in her expectantly short life. Yet as the crowd cheered once more, she knew it was her turn to make a show.

[GOD!]

X20418D, what he was called most of the time. What his so called "master" called him, what he had learned to answer by. He learned to look up when called that, to move out of the way when that was shouted. They use to chant it in the Arena too, till that started calling him Plague because of his killing spree. No one came out of the arena after he fought them, that was what he was known for. He fought, and that was all, fought and killed. But then fighting made him happy, gave him something to do, and it was better then being locked in the cage too. He got to stretched his muscles and they needed it too, he hated the stiff feeling a lot of the time. And all he was, was a big black glob of darkness.

No he had a form, most of the time it resembled a human being. Sender and nimble but yet tall. He moved around quickly in this form, usually no one saw him tell he was standing over the body of his enemy, his fangs down ready to attack. yet he never was able to attack them, no his "master" stopped him before that part, saying that it would be best to fight them again. Plague bared his fangs in rage, how dare that spineless scientist stop him. He trashed out against his cage, bringing his hands-which now had claws-against the metal bars. the other experiments didn't even stop to glance at him, Plague did happen to throw this useless fights every once in a while. So many cages he had gone throw, it was hard to keep count. The one he was in now had prove it strenght, he had been in it for a week a new recorded for a cage.

Just as Plague was thrashing his tail about, his "master" Dr Levitan walked out. He put his hand on the cage that Plague was thrashing about. Plague stopped abruptly, glared at his master then sat down. When his master came it mean one of two things, A a new challenge, or B Plague was in trouble. Plague was rarely in trouble though, most of the people who punished the monsters were scared of the fail experiment as the lackeys called him. He laughed at them, and sometimes even jumped out at them from his cage. They jumped in fear all the time, it was rather funny.

"A new fight is about to begin, ready?" Dr Levitan asked Plague in his scientisty voice that sounded like nail against a chalk bored. Plague nodded his head as the door to his cage flew open. The moment he steeped out a collar wrapped around his neck, his "master" holding the leash behind him. He started to flick a black tail about lazily as he was head out of the dungeon. the faint cheering stated to raise in volume, they were chanting something, sounded sort of like #25. He could also here his name Plague, it started to raise in volume and soon people were screaming it. It really did make you wonder how much money that put in this fight, and who was betting for who.

the light opened as Plague walked into the arena. his opponent, a rather small thing with tails. Plague started to laugh, a muffled laugh that was. It was just to small and puny, he didn't really know what to say. "Might as well give you a handicap." he muttered out loud as he changed his shape to closely resemble hers. Not near as detailed though, he did like to keep his black out line it just fit him. "So are we going to fight or just keep staring at each other?" he asked mocking her a little.

[&&ANGEL]

Lylac looked around for a moment, opening her blood red eyes as she walked nonchalantly out of the shaded cage as usual. It looked like any other battle field- people cheering, blood along the floor and steel bars surrounding the area, making it seem much smaller than it was. Yet, #25 wasn't at all concerned at where she was fighting- just who she was fight. And this... this opponent seemed familiar. As she looked on, eyes narrowing, she could see he had taken a similar form as her own. It didn't bother her one bit and there, she recognized him. It was Plague. She could have guessed it. No one could make the crowd scream as loud as this monster could and she had heard rumors and stories from those lucky creatures that survived from his thrashing. He definitely seemed tough, though and as she shifted in her weight a bit, she could see that he was definitely eager to start.

However, he greatly under-estimated her. She was small-yes. Yet, she can fight. She can definitely fight. #25's eyes turned to the audience once more as Plague remarked in the utmost uncouth manner, causing her middle tail to lash out in slight irritance. "Fight? Why would such a gentleman like you fight a little lady like me?" She gave off a playful grin taking a step forward, inconspicuously folding her wings against her side. I'll just save those for later... She was ready to fight for sure, yet she still seemed quite useless with her spikes folded behind each other along her back as well as along her tails. Each tail was also curled, making her even smaller than usual. But there was no use for any of these weapons for now. She didn't know much about this 'Plague' or his fighting technique. And receiving a quick nod from Dr. Flaten, #25 tensed and unsheathe her hidden claws.

Behind her, the scientist was watching, whip curled behind him as if he had nothing in his eyes. yet behind those shaded glasses he gave his creature a steady glance. Lylac knew exactly what he was he was telling her. She needed to be careful and fight to his command. If not, she would be whipped- which he rarely did to her due to her calm and gentle nature as well as her loyalty to him. Yet she knew what that terrible whip felt like, scoring along her back. It hurt- sending extreme pain through her for this whip was special. Dr. Flaten had designed it carefully- making sure that it would help him take control of his creations. Thus, #25 feared it just like the rest of Dr. Flaten's monsters.

"Whelp. Ladies first!" In one quick and graceful movement, she sprinted forward. Head down and hunches crouched as she sped around him in a loop and doubling back. Get ready... This sent a cloud of dust into the hair, shrouding the whole arena. The crowd protested in anger, booing and screaming. But it didn't matter. #25 narrowed her eyes once again, leaping forward, aiming straight for Plague's back. Time to fight! She claws slashed forward, teeth bared toward his neck. Thus, the battle began...

[GOD!]

The little creature waited, like she was debating something, like she was trying to find the best way to fight him. He was laughing in his head at the thought, the st way to fight someone who could change his style of fighting in less then a second. A lot of the time, his fighting was just thrashing and tearing, and making sure nothing was left behind. Sometimes he did let his enemy win, but under special condition, like they didn't make him want to sleep the entire fight, or maybe he just felt whimsical. For whatever reason a couple monsters survived and she probably heard stories about himself. Even Plague heard stories about himself, but then that was when he eavesdropped in on conversations. Most where false stories, unless they said about how vicious he was in a fight.

He saw he glance over at her creator too. Th human just nodded and she looked like she had received a whole letter. Then the whip in his hands, it looked almost as if he wanted to slash something with it. Maybe it was her, #25 as he could recall. What would be better, death by being tore open with Plagues claws-which he would make- or a whip. Claws seems a little more honorable, but the fight would decides it own fate. The conclusion Plague thought up all by himself. Plague could really be a genius sometimes. Plague though didn't even bother to glance at his "Master", the shock collar would give him punishment if he lost. A flick of his tail and Plague soon had a terrible smile on his face, like he was smirking.

"Sure." he said slowly, as the little squirt started to run circles around him. She was fast, he would give her that, but speed was probably the only thing going for her. He also noticed the little tiny claw mark she made after running around. His smirk grew wider as he though of many ways to stop her from attacking him with claws. That was when she kicked up all kinds of dirt, little clouds start to fly every where, little dark cloud of dust shrouded his vision, engulfing every where in sight. The greedy crowd was booing and hissing they must had really come to see a fight then.

He quickly changed his form, no longer was he the little small cat like thing, no he was back to his human form. The form with hands and feet, and a small sender body. Behind him him he had his tail, which was thrashing about, kicking up more dust into the air. Then he had two long antennas sticking out of his head, moving about in little circles trying to find the beast. He sat still, rarely moving, barely even breathing, till he got a signal. A little to late though, as he almost felt the sharp claws digging into his back. Seemed like they breached the surface before he flung his tail up rapidly as he jumped out of the way.

"You little bugger." he growled as the air start to clear. No more dust blocking his view, or rendering his movement. It was just him, and the little squirt. "You're going to die" he told her as he started to flex his hands, reveling some warn out claws. He smirked, pulled back his arm and ran at her with full speed, ready to rip her to shreds. He angry was fulled by the trails of blood he could feel running down his back. She made him bleed and she was going to buy for it.

(This is fun right, a whole lot of stuff to reply to. Sorry if it seems like my guy is a little god moddy, but you can make your guy strong too if you want. I feel it adds excitement to the story if they got some kind of awesome power. If you want me to tone if down a bit though, just say so. I will gladly do it too.)

[&&ANGEL]

Ooc.// Nah, seems fine with me. ^^ I shall tell yah when its a bit too far. xP But I think this is perfect. =3

Ic.// #25 slid backwards, her center tail lashing to keep her balanced from nearly falling off this shifter. She gave off a sly smile as she clearly spotted the wound she had enflicted upon him. And in response, the crowd went wild- seeing that they were finally getting the show that they paid for. However, Plague didn't seem to be as delighted. "Hey! Watch it. Don't you know that you never call a girl names?" She gave a wide grin, finding that she had angered him atleast. Looking back at Dr. Flaten, she could see that he was pleased as well.

It was a bit strange to see something change from one form to another. And now, Plague was in the strangest mix- of a human, a bug and something with a tail. Yet what she feared was not what he looked like- at the moment at least. It was his claws that he now held after changing. Tsk tsk. Quickly turning her paws and luchring to her left, she attempted to dodge- yet she had under-estimated this creature indeed. Letting out a strange mix of a screech and a bark she sped away from him, eyes narrowed. Soon enough, she could feel a bit off blood seeping from the open wound he had created upon her shoulder. Yet the wound wasn't serious. Not nearly enough to hinder her along the fight. Yet now she learned one piece of his fighting style: Dice and slice. A rutheless technique used usually with daggers and claws. #25 could knew this well for Dr. Flaten had given her information about every fighting technique when she was created as well as the ability to goin knowlage about new techniques and such.

Lowering her head, she glanced back up at the crowd who let out another roaring screech. This was as usual and Lylac couldn't help but think 'what is wrong with these adventure-crazed freaks?' Either way, it pleased the master to please to crowd so every monster must do what they must. The furry creature shook her head in slight aggrivation. Ugh... new fighting style... Quickly lowering her nose until it almost touched the blood-soaked floor, #25 gave off a low growl. Thus, sending a powerful jolt of electricity forward toward Plague- hopefully paralizing him. As the same time, #25 tensed before charging forward. This time, her claws were powered up with a strong charge of electricity, bouncing along her fore-legs. Leaping up once again, she lashed forward- using almost the same technique as before, yet this time, she was ready for any attempt to get away. Ready or not, here I come...

[GOD!]

His claw barely made contact with the shoulder of his opponent. If only she hadn't dashed out of the way, that would have been an one hit kill. He slashed at the air with his claws in frustration as she fully dashed out of his view. The crowd roared, and clapped. Yet it wasn't enough, he hadn't won yet, they shouldn't be cheering. He flexed his claws a bit then glanced at his "master". Yes his "Master" who seemed cool at the moment, wasn't happy with the direct hit, yet wasn't worried about the evade of his attack. He spat in the direction, angry at everything at the moment but very furious at that rodent who fought him. Plague let out a growl, and turned to face this rodent.

"You are doing good." he said with a force smile as she turned around to face him. 'That won't be long though.'

[/color] he thought to himself. Plague focused his attention at #25, who seemed interested in the ground. He averted his attention from #25 as a flood of sense hit his brain. It was like she was charging something, power was building, and it seemed like it wanted to be let go. Another moment Plague could feel as wings started to poke out of his back. Soon emerging into black wings. No detail about them, just a black glob that resembled wings. Much like his whole body. He started to flap his wings, a couple second before the electric surge. Through his wings not fast enough, he was left paralyzed by the sudden burst of energy.

He saw as the small little beast came running at him with her sharp claws out. Fighting the paralyzing numbness in his body, Plague start to slowly shift his body. Soon a little control and he was able to swing his tail right at the common #25. "I will call you want I want rat." he growled at her while jumping away. He slowly started to morph again his whole body coming together in what resembled #25. Yet this time his tails had spikes and spikes ran down his back. He was bigger to her and had nasty teeth. He charged at her again, teeth bared ready to bite anything. [/blockquote]

{Sorry next time it will longer I swear, I am just a little brain dead}

[&&ANGEL]

Lylac nearly leaped in joy and triumph yet she kept that in her head as she found that the paralyzing shock had hit and had been effective. yet she soon found out that it wasn't enough. Plague had managed to swing his tail, causing her to be thrown backward- quite easily. Sliding along the arena floor once again, she leaped to her paws, shaking the dust off of her fur. Dang. He's strong! Was her only thoughts as she glanced back at him, trying to think of a better tactic. She had totally forgot about his tail, which caused her downfall. And once again he began shifting his form- back to what seemed like a mirror image of herself- but a bit bigger.

Now, #25 had to think quick. She glanced around for a moment, giving off a tattered grunt as she spotted Dr. Flaten, twitching nervously. Apparently, he had bet a lot on this match and she needed to win. She shuddered at the thought of that whip along her side. The searing sting that sliced down her body. He cared for her yes- being that she was the utmost smallest and calmest of his creations, but he knew her power and he expected much. She closed her eyes giving off a soft plea that this battle wouldn't turn for the worst. Unfortunately, it did.

The small cat-like creature's eyes flickered open, and she couldn't help but gasp as she spotted Plague rushing fiercely toward her, claws and teeth bared and ready to attack just as she had done; Quick and swift, #25 opened her tiny wings, flapping vigorously upward just as Plague had done and just like he, it was too late. She gave off another one of those strange screeches as she felt his teeth latch onto the tip of her center tail with a firm grip. Pain shot throughout her body, however, her body quickly responded back by spreading out the other four tails and their spikes, sending the green spikes into Plague's face- all the while, her wings flapped, bringing both of them into the air.

Ooc.// Tis kay. xP My posts are being short today too. >.>

[GOD!]

He felt his teeth clench on to one of #25 many tails. Satisfaction, he might win this one know, but then she start to fly up. His body slowly start to get lifted up, #25 was stronger then expect, carrying twice her size in the air. Plague heard the crowd gasp when they first started to gain hight. Then they were all quiet the higher they got, watching with held breath waiting for one slip, one single thing to send each of them tumbling to the ground. He struggled a bit, before they got high up in the air, but really didn't want to let go. It was a god tactic to win, but the stupid rat had to have other tails.

They start to latch on to his face, his shoulder anything really that was close to her first tail. They dug deep wounds, he could feel his skin-never knew he had it-tearing off, exposing blood to the outside world. One of the tails hit right above his eye, blood was dripping down, blurring his vision, causing to wince in the agonizing pain. He let out a growl, not very loud since his mouth was closed, but enough to show he was mad at #25. Then start to fidget about madly. First he would swing his body left then he would swing it right, trying his best to through her off balance.

Then a brilliant idea came to him. Hit him like a car speeding down the highway. plague started to smirk, a huge grin spread on his face. His body started to slowly change shape. It was quick to every one's eyes but not his, He morphed so many times it was a so and boring process. But then again he had to make sure everything turned out right, every little piece of his puzzle need to fight perfected.

His shape grew larger, his mass doubling in size. Slowly just slowly he could feel the weight bring them down to the ground, sending them slowly drifting down. He grew some more and soon he was about the size of a hippo, and that was all that was needed. He still had teeth though, sharp pointed pearls which dug into #25's first tail. He had dark red eyes in the shape of a full moon, large paws much like a tiger. Two tails that flipped back and forth, spikes on the very end, facing in every direction. A large bulky body which connected everything.

[&&ANGEL]

Before she knew it #25 was beginning to descend as the pain in her tail increased. ARGH! She gritted her teeth, narrowing her blood red eyes as she forced her wings to flap harder than before. Yet she wouldn’t go up. The weight continued increasing rapidly and the pain refused to stop as Plague seemed to swing back and forth. Ugh! Stop already! came her mental plea. Lylac could do nothing else as she looked back at whatever large creature that her adversary had turned into. One chance… #25 shook her head and began swinging her multiple tails against Plague’s face once again, however, this time she quickly gathered a precise amount of electrical energy from within her; sending it out in a large bolt throughout her body. Of course this didn’t hurt her at all yet, she knew it would travel from her body into Plague’s. The bigger they are, the harder they fall... She continued to swing her tails back and forth, now adding her back feet into the mix; letting her back claws scratch and stomp upon the large hippo-sized monster.

At the same time, #25’s wings were flapping like crazy. She just had to get up into the air once again and at this moment, she was gradually sinking. Soon enough, Plague’s feet would be firmly placed on the ground which can serve as a huge advantage and with her small body in the air and in his jaws, it could easily spell doom in an instant.

As Lylac closed her eyes tight with the stress upon her main tail, she winced at the sound of the crowds sharp cheering. They hissed and clapped and cheered as the battle continued on. Yet behind the lines, she could hear her master’s faint command. ”Come on, 25. Beat him. Beat him NOW” However, she could not follow her master’s command. No. He was telling her to fight already. Fight with all her might- using all of the power within her, yet she refused. It wasn’t the right time. Not at all. #25 was trying to find a strategy and this was definitely not the right time to show her full potential. However, the battle was getting grim and as the small creature opened her blood red eyes once again, only anger and anguish did she find upon the blood-stained face of her opponent; this and only this told her that the time was coming soon… very soon…

[GOD!]

Slowly, slowly, Plague was drifting to the ground, not fast like he wanted. Oh no, he wasn't speeding to the ground, he wanted to crash, throwing dirt into the air. Blocking all view, maybe even make a huge crater. Nope, this little termite had to try and fight the falling, making it harder for Plague to win. It wasn't like he had to go far, no he was drawing closer with every held breath he heard. It is wasn't already going wrong though, the little runt had to start batting at his face again.

He could fell the sharp thorns dig into his skin, peeling off the skin, tearing the muscles within. He let out a growl of pain, and bit down harder on the tail. It would be a battle of will, of strenght, at least till Plague could put his feet to the ground. That was when he start to feel jolts of electric down his spine, through his bones, shocking the very essence's of Plague itself. He felt his teeth loosen slightly, before crunching back down on the tail. He could keep it up right, well hopefully.

Finally he felt his feet touch the hard ground. The dirt on his claws, a smirk on his face. Now it was Plagues turn to shine, through he was doing a better job then #25. He started to thrash his head about, left, right, left, right. his teeth were still clenched hard on the tail, bringing Lylac with his head. With one great trust, he let go of Lylac's tail, hopefully flinging her across the battle field.

<Sorry if it is short, kinda brain dead at the moment>

[&&ANGEL]

In sheer moments she felt herself being tossed from side to side like a beat-up rag doll with an energetic little girl. Left, right, left, right. The motion began to rise to her head and for a moment or two, Lylac felt her whole world twist in circles. Yet the sudden confusion and disturbing motion had stopped and a new motion came into play. #25 couldn’t help but give off a momentary yelp as she was flung across the arena. Instinctively, her wings opened wide yet her body gained much too much momentum to be stopped by her tiny wings- of which only provided a bit of resistance. However, a little bit of resistance isn’t enough and with that her wings folded backward, the opposite way of how it should be, which sent pain rippling instantly throughout her body along with the devastating crack that immediately traveled to her sensitive ears.

This was all going wrong. All terribly wrong… And in moments Lylac could feel the cage bars score her backside; at the same time, her world blacking out in an instant. I’m dead… I’m dead… I’m dead… was all she thought about as the roaring of the crowds continued to thrive in her ears- but how? She was dead wasn’t she? In fact, she wasn’t quite there. Not yet. ”Come on #25!! GET YOUR BUTT RIGHT BACK UP!” Came the yowling, scrappy voice of her creator. The scorn; the humiliation; the anger in his voice… It was all so… enflaming. No… I can’t… I can’t move. I can’t get up… Yet the voice continued on, backed by the screaming and banging of the crowd behind him. It was just all too much. Get up… Get up! In a flash of light #25’s eyes opened once again. She looked up and about, feeling her feet struggle to keep her up. The pain from her shattered wings still remained and continued urging her to fall once again, yet the sting of her owner’s whip was much worse. I can’t let him down… Lylac, gave a shuddering intake of breath before facing her opponent once more.

She narrowed her eyes and readied her many tails, letting them flail freely as her anger continued to build. She quickly thought of her battle plan yet this time, her wings would not take part. She braced herself before sprinting forward and in a fluid motion, she lifted herself into the air using her tail, kicking more dust into the stuffy air. ”Come on, Plague. Is that all you got?” She asked him. In moments, Lylac skid backwards before propelling herself forth once again, this time, she aimed direct and clear toward the form of his lengthy neck. I’m not going to fail.

[GOD!]

^{When you scream aloud(Heads down Heads down)
That's when I plan to(Rise up Rise up)
When you scream aloud(We're doomed We're doomed)
That's when I plan to prove myself to you}[/sup]

He watched, his eyes were dancing with the joy, the thrill, the excitement, or what a fight and of what a kill brings to his mindand in Plague's mind this little rodent will fall, much how a plague could kill many people without batting an eye lid. He was laughing at her, a crackle, many crackles, laughing at how the little rodent though she could win. Thought that she could over come this daemon's power. It was all to interesting, the roar of the crowd, the threats from there so called masters. And how Plague's form at the moment had tails to flick. He might just keep this form, after #25 perished that was.

He saw her little form slowly struggle to stand up, like she was in agonizing pain. The smile on his face grew wider with every threat her master threw at her. He should have known she would have failed. She was going against the Tyrant Plague. No one was able to dethrone him yet, never, and the wouldn't be able to do it. Plague wanted 6to ring the neck of the pity little master. He wanted to kill him, just because he doubted Plague's ability. That could wait though, at the moment a rodent had to be dealt with.

"You rat, you should be gratefully you still have a head." Plague snorted back at her. It seemed like she still wanted to fight. And Plague would give her one. Even though he could barely see out of one eyes, the blood had dried forming a thick layer covering it. and pain rippled through his body with every step he took. He still manage to get in a position to attack when she got close enough, and that would be soon enough. He flipped his tail over once in anticipation, and waited while the crowd cheered like crazy.

She was close to Plague now, he could feel her breath on his skin, or at least where he skin would be. The dark cloud still covered him, much like slime. Dark, black slime, covering his body like a shield. She was going for his neck, one of the quickest ways to victor, a quick blow to the neck and Plague would be knocked out. He slowly took a step back, and a step to the side. she flew past him, scratching one of his arms in the process, a deep wound began to form, and blood pured out. He let out a chuckle before whipping around and pouncing on #25, throwing her to the ground, claws locked on to her should blades, and death in his blood shot eyes.

"I could kill you, "

[/color]he mocked bringing his face close to hers. His hot acid breath pelting her face. "I should Kill you." he said, bring his face up. A quick glance at his owner. It looked like the person who owned him might really let him kill her, what fun that would be. Then he turned to face #25 owner, a worried look on his face told the whole story. Plague dug his claws in her skin, just wanting to make her scream out loud. "What, oh what should I do?" he asked her, digging his claws deeper. [/blockquote]

[&&ANGEL]

Oh no… Her plan went totally wrong. Yet as #25 looked on, she knew this was coming. She was easily knocked down by the mighty competitor and as she expected, pain to her shoulders came directly afterward. She narrowed her eyes once again, her tails lashing from beneath her as she made her last attempts to damage the long time throne-bearer. However, Lylac’s attempts failed as they would. She was trapped and had nothing else to do. ”Kill me if you want.” She murmured under her breath hoping he wouldn’t take it all too literately. All she knew was if he was going to kill her so, she wanted it to be quick and painless- doesn’t everyone? Yet as she looked deeper into the killer’s eyes, she could tell that if she was to die, her death would not at all be painless.

Lylac clamped her teeth tighter together as she refrained from screaming as he sunk his claws into her shoulders further. She just couldn’t. Not when he and the crowd behind him would be amused by her cries of pain. No. Only when the time comes, she will and only will, satisfy the savage beast. ”But you are quite the fighter.” She said, chuckling light and wincing in pain. A pool of deep red blood began its reign over the dusty ground as #25 adjusted her position a bit.

Yet something still bugged her. It was her master yelling a screaming as he did behind her. Just as he did before. #25 closed her eyes. ”Plague?” She asked, in an innocent voice that was much different from the ragged, pained voice she had used before. ”You should escape this place. You seem so… unhappy here. Caged like all the other fighting creatures that are forced to do battle. I can see that you have a strong affinity for killing and I only wish I could supply that killing need. But my life is short as it is.” She took another deep, shaggy breath before continuing on. ”You don’t belong here.” Came her final statement that could easily be her last.

[GOD!]

The little rat was mocking him, telling him to kill her, like she though he wouldn't. Plague tightened his jaw, let out a little growl, and dug his claws back into her skin. Hate filled his eyes, glaring deep into the soul of the little rat. It was getting to old, the killing, the loneliness, but this thing right here, made him want to explode. The crowd was silent, for once in there entire life, and his master wasn't shouting orders at him. The only one talk, screaming, yelling, trying to fight the silence was her master. Like he didn't want to admit defeat.

Plague let out a chuckle, loosen his grip a bit. He was a good fighter, he had been fighting for years. Always the strongest, always the fastest, always ruthless. He didn't feel sorry for any monster he fought, They all died when he came into the arena. "I am great." he said. before tightening his grip once more. He could see what she was doing, trying to catch him off guard so she could escape. Yeah right, like he would fall for some thing so simple. Her next statement caught him off guard.

His master started to yell at Plague know. Telling him to finish her off, to get one with it, so he could win. Plague wasn't listening though. He was thinking about what she had said. Was there more then fighting, more then this life he had lived. He didn't believe it. Plague couldn't believe #25, his whole life was centered on killing. "Why would you say that?" he asked her. It ruined everything, in that little moment, something changed. No wait he couldn't feel regret.

Plague dug his claws deeper, drawing a thing pool of blood. "You little liar." he shrieked. #25 was trying to confuse him, so that she could win. The only reason why she would say something like it. No other reason. They were in a fighting arena, they had no time to care about what the other thought, how the other lived. It was a place of black hearts, and hate. Not love, or hope. Nothing was born here besides monsters.

[&&ANGEL]

This time, as Plague sent another shuddering wave of pain through her, she couldn’t suppress a faint squeak that served as the single signal of the throbbing pain from his treacherous claws. However, she was not willing to satisfy him anymore. No pain, no yelps no screams. She would do none of that. It would only promote his killing fetish and shorten her time to live- even though her death was surely in a few moments. She turned her head away as she spat at her with those words saying that she was a liar, yet her words were true and true. However, his statement before hand had actually surprised her. This killing beast actually considered her words for the first time- as if her words hadn’t reached him before. This was the time to sympathize and see if she could actually get away and maybe escape with her life- Oh what a glorious and thankful moment that would be!; to finally be relieved from her master’s whip and the terrible stench of death in this horrid arena. But chances of that happening were quite slim.

”How do you know I’m lying? “ She stated first through gritted teeth. The pain was finally getting to her and she could feel her world slowly sink into death and oblivion, but she wasn’t ready to give it up quite yet. ”It’s just that, there are many more creatures out there… stronger and more fierce beasts out in the world outside this fighting rink. My master used to take me outside to watch other creatures battle. He told me that someday… I might be able to reach that kind of potential, yet…” She gave a light sigh as she turned her head toward her screaming master. ”I don’t think I will ever be like those fighters.” She paused for a moment as she thought of her next few words. They needed to be careful words that wouldn’t hurt the black pit of Plague’s heart and soul- if he had one of course. He seemed quite sensitive and if she ticked him off anymore than he is now, she would surely die a slow and painful death.

”However…You seem like the kind of monster who can match their strength. You beat me and you could probably beat them.” She took a shallow breath, wincing once again. ”They have a strong-held pride and have heard of you. They think you’re just a joke because of the fact that you fight in an arena instead of the open wild and that you have a master that bosses you around like a lost puppy. I don’t think that is all proper doncha think?” She narrowed her eyes expecting another thrashing and the wind as well as the life blown out of her by this blood-thirsty, short-tempered beast.

[GOD!]

"I know." he said with a glare bringing his face in a little closer. His hot sickly breath breathing down upon her face, the hate in his eyes burning holes through #25's face. "I hear their fights, I long to be in one." he said, seeming to calm down a bit. He let out a little sigh, glancing briefly at the sky, then back down to #25. The hate seemed to fade in a flash, longing taking the once hateful eyes. He flick his tail, then quickly changed them to his first tail, the long dragon like black tail. His body morphed into the human form, two long elf ear taking the place of his fluffy cat ears. He paws extended into fingers, and a hand, that were still grabbing the #25 shoulders.

"But." he said with a sigh, pointing quickly to the collar around his neck. A black leather collar, that all it was, simple, but really hard to destroy. Every time he tried, a jolt of electricity came upon, shocking his whole body. He let out a sigh, shaking his head slightly. He put his hand back on her shoulder, and let out another sigh. "Nothing I can do right?" he asked her.

The audience was quiet, barely even breathing as nothing happened. The longest silence before Plague's master started yelling. Plague chuckled slight, laughing at the only option at the moment. "Destroying you." he muttered to himself, and telling her what he planned to do. With in a blink of an eye, and much pain for Plague, moving his already broken bones. He lifted up the poor creature and tossed her across the arena watching her fly through the air. "Die rat." he said, running after her and grabbing her by her tail. Swinging her around in the air, like a helicopter, before releasing and throwing her across the arena some more. He let out a small chuckle, soon raising in volume, and turning into a loud crackle.

[&&ANGEL]

#25’s eyes widened as he seemed to be listening and actually reasoning with her. Maybe I have a chance! She thought, trying her best to steady her breathing, yet this beast’s actions didn’t help at all. He continued to toss her around, knocking the breath out of her every chance he got. Lylac closed her eyes wincing and with much effort she managed to shift herself onto her paws once again. She was definitely crazy for this, for she could just feel herself sinking into unconsciousness yet still…. Still she had a chance to live if Plague was willing to cooperate. He would be her ticket out of here.

The little creature swayed back and forth as she struggled on to keep on her shaky and broken paws, her wings in their old glory, not broke and torn in every way possible while her tails no longer swayed back and forth but sagged limply as she stood there. She eyed the collar around his neck, narrowing her eyes. It was surprising that now at these moments her brain worked yet it must be the adrenaline rush- something she truly did need. ”I-I can get it off of you.” She struggled to cough out, sending a few drops of blood spewing along with it. This was her last attempt. He had to accept her offer. If not, she would die here and that would be the last of her and the last of Plague’s chances of ever escaping. But did he want to escape? To finally fight with others who can kill like him? Who have the same cannibal need for blood? Hopefully he did.

#25 closed her eyes taking a shaky step forward. ”I can shock it and since it is electronically bound, when your master hits the switch, the two electric forces will short circuit the device which will cause it to fall off and your chance to escape.” She coughed once again, sending a bit more glimmering drops of blood onto the arena floor- hoping and only hoping that he would accept the offer.

Lylac wouldn’t be able to take anymore of this beating and looking back, her master was now quiet. His eyes narrowed into dark slits for he knew his creation has failed to the hands of a dark beast and there wouldn’t be much of a chance left. Pfft. Was all #25 thought. He was never the man of miracles anyway. Yet Lylac was. There would always be a chance- just atleast one chance and if you were lucky you would escape the danger by pure luck. But something told her that luck wasn’t on her side today. Her wounds were severely bleeding, many bones were broken and her wings seemed like they would never function again. Her tales too looked aweful for most of them were now broken due to all of Plague’s mistreatment. Now and only now did #25 know what it felt like to be a beaten up rag doll who was subjected to be controlled by an innocent little girl who knew nothing about true care of her belongings. Maybe that was it. She was the rag doll and her master… oh so naïve to put her in such danger. #25 was meant to fight but not like this. This fierce combat that Plague was clearly used too. And now, the doll was worn out and was beginning to crumble. Oh if only he had enough sense to take her back and forfeit the fight but how naïve and oblivious this man was. He would never consider that in a million years- so #25 would have to deal with that for now.

[GOD!]

Everything froze as he got a better look at what he was doing, at who he was slowly killing. Okay maybe not slowly, quite quickly for that matter. But he got a look at what he was becoming, the monster every body else saw, just for their entrainment. It was sickning now, just the thought of how many he had killed just like this. Beating them up tell, there was nothing left, then leaving them to be swallowed whole by their master. It was disgusting, and this one little monster showed him this. Just by standing up and trying to help him. Yet some where, some where deep, Plague still wanted to tear her up. He needed to tear her up, so he wouldn't fell the sting of his master's shock. He needed to win, and the only way to help her was to kill her.

"I don't want to kill you." he stated quietly. Well loud enough for both of them to hear. He didn't, he wanted both to survive, find another owner. Well Plague knew the Lylac stood a better chance of getting a master. She was smaller, cuter, a better pet in general, and all he was was a monster. Something only born to kill. He would change that today, no longer was he going to something that only kills. "No longer," he said loud, growling it to the whole crowd. "No longer." he stated before transforming once again. He whole body was changing, to that of a lion, a main of darkness, cat like eyes. But he grew wing, big strong wing made of black scales, and instead of paws, he had claws. Claws able to grab. He shook his wings once, sending a massive air way against the arena ground.

He picked up Lylac with one of his claws, gentle lifting her into the air. "We will get out." he said softly, before flapping his giant wings. Soon Plague was up into the air, flying higher, and higher. Out of the arena, out of the horrible life he lived. Then that was when the shocking came. Quick jolts flew threw his body, stopping him in mid flight. He started to fall, the shocking only getting worse. He couldn't find the strenght to flap his wings, out of the strain of the shocks. In the back of his mind, he could hear the cries of Lylac. Well maybe she was crying, but Plague was losing his sense of being. Like his mind was off into another world."I will fight on." he muttered to himself, pulling himself back to reality. He started to flap his wings one more, ignoring the pains of the shock and the protest of the crowd.