The Slayer Games

[EquinoxSol]

When she had gotten control of her crying, Iris lay back against the stone, staring up at the ceiling while her mind whirled. Would they give her a fair fight during the games, take off the metal gloves, or would they leave them on, almost certainly letting her die. She would have no way to fight without her powers, nothing to protect herself. If she had to protect someone, she wouldn't be able to and would let them down. That's all she was, a failure. Her powers were shoddy, her human skills were nonexistent, and she would never be able to outrun a bullet, no matter how desperate she was. Wrapping her arms about herself, she tried to comfort herself, though it wasn't helping. She would die in a few days' time, it was simple as that. Nothing to prepare for, nothing to reassure her. She considered praying, but what god would want a half-human, half-supernatural like her?

Holding in the sobs that threatened to burst from her, Iris let her cheek fall against the cool stone, facing the wall, millions of 'if onlys' and 'what ifs' running through her mind.

 

[XxStephxX]

Ren watched as his cellmate looked as if she was falling into a pit of dispair. She didn't look as though she would be ready for the battles or bloodshed that would be occuring when the face the slayers any minute now. Maybe she was right to dispair, maybe she wouldn't make it past today. 'She's weak... So what if I pro-... Enough! You know what your here for!' He immdediately wiped that any other thoughts from his head. Ren moved to the wall opposite Iris, feeling abit too close. He sat, sloppily leaned on the wall. Ren began to clear his head. He was planning some pretty reckless actions in the very near futures and thoughts were nothing but a setback. His breathing slowed and the cell began silent as he waited for the slayers to make their entrance.