Concrete walls and a large steel door was all his boarding consisted of, more so a cage then a living space. The air was cold and damp, every other second a small drop of condensation could be hard falling into a small copper basin, but Lennox didn’t require much as amenities were concerned, and what he did need his land lord keep in abundant supply.

As he sat on his wooden stool, ear pressed firmly against the cold steel door that separated him from the arena. It was from this spot where he resided in that he could hear the roar of the crowd and the screams of mercy from those not fit for combat. He could smell the scent of oxygenated blood in the air. The scent was nostalgic for him, the days of killing his opponent slow and as painful as possible. He did well to please the crowd back then, earning him favor from his now master. Not to mention his abilities were quite useful in Roach’s various enterprises.

A loud bang against his door rattled him from his thoughts. Those shackled hands combing back the long dreadlocks that now covered his head and face. It could only be one of two people, his master Roach or some poor sap that his master had sent down here to die. Either way was fine with him. Grabbing his only piece of furniture away from the door he placed it into the far corner.
“It’s open…”

He was in a bad mood. Few things made him feel better when he was in a bad mood. One of the few things that made him feel better was witnessing the extreme agony of others. There was only one person who could supply the amount of agony he needed right now to make him feel better. Incidentally, he was also the only person who could heal his ninja, one of the reasons he was in a bad mood.

A giant cockroach stood outside this man's door, an unconscious blonde over one shoulder, and the hand of a young woman held gently in the other... The woman spoke up, barely able to contain her excitement.

"Omigawsh, omigawsh, OH-MI-GAWSH... I can't believe I was selected to sit in the VIP seat with the pitmastar~~~ And all because I came alone, and no one knows I'm he-ar! I told Lindsay I was destand fer greatnass, but she didant evan listaaaaan... So... like... ware we goin, like... anyways? The pits, like... that way." Dear god... how had this child made it to the apocalypse? Why wasn't she dead yet? Why?

No matter... He would fix that. "We... Good news, my dear. We are making you a custom seat for the VIP booth. Right now I am taking you to the man who is going to measure you for it."

"Oh... right. doye! I always thought I disarved the treament of a princes-"
"My dear... Perhaps it's best you didn't speak... I mean, princesses are known to be quite silent creatures, and you... being so much like a princess, clearly cannot deny that the wisdom that flows from your lips should be savored like a fine wine... in... extreme... extreme moderation..."

"Omigawsh thanks... I'm blushang..."

He promptly knocked.

The door was open. His hands were full... He kicked it open. He needed this woman dead. Fast. "Lennox, my boy! I have some work for you!" He scurried in quickly, plopped Setya roughly onto the ground, with a bit of a 'crack' sound effect... Oh well, it wasn't as if she was getting any worse.

"Fix that." He pointed to Seyta.

"Waitaminate, I'm... like... the princess he-ar, okay? I should get my chair made farst."

Gregory stood silently for a moment, and then pointed to the girl. "Also... fix that."

Being dropped top the floor managed to bring Seyta back to semi-consciousness. It took a moment for her to realize that her hood was blocking her vision; pulling it out of the way she looked around confused by the change in location. "The hell...am I?" her speech was slow, and a bit slurred.

After getting her knife back from the towers Seyta had remembered little, she knew she fell asleep and vaguely remembered someone moving her but nothing else. Her eyes passed over Roach and she tried to sit up. Pain ripped through her stomach, chest, and head. Looking at roach she forced out a few words. "Am... I... Dying?"

Another thud followed shortly after, causing the heavy door to slam into the stone wall behind it briefly rattling the small space. “Lennox, my boy! I have some work for you!” His master greeted as he scurried in, one female on his shoulders and the hand of another female on the opposite side.

*Master the roach brings gifts for us to feed yes? Please Lennox let me taste her flesh.* One voice begged as Roach dropped the blonde female to the cold stone below, her already damaged ribs cracking on impact.

“Fix that.” His master instructed pointing to the blonde at his feet. "Waitaminate, I'm... like... the princess he-ar, okay? I should get my chair made farst." The brunette objected as Lennox knelt down to examine the badly injured girl. He glanced up to his master his eyebrow raised in a question gesture? “Also…fix that.” Roach directed, on finger pointed at the girl.

Lennox could already see the girl was in bad shape, she stirred slightly before pushing herself up off the stone. She spoke but her words were slurred and Lennox really paid them no attention. Instead he stuck a single digit into one of her many wounds with drawing a fresh sample of DNA, before licking the sample. “Three broken ribs, a shoulder that needs to be properly set, various lacerations, and cranial trauma...” He licked the digit once more. “And various insect toxins, I hope you don’t want me to kill her…it’d be a waste of my talents.”

Brown eyes moved to the healthier specimen standing at his master’s side. Lennox stood from his kneeling position, walking to the door before shutting it and locked it from the inside. “I take it you have no idea as to why you’re here girl..?” He asked before turning to face her, his abdomen starting to bleed as the wounds from the blonde started to take form on to his own body. His shoulder snapped into and awkward position, various insect bites began to swell on his skin and the cryptic sound of his ribs breaking echoed throughout the cell, the left side of his head leaked with a trail. He could feel his heart rate sync with the blonde’s, that small sample of blood all he needed to link his body to hers.

"Lets us begin...."

"Am... I... Dying?" He turned as he noticed Seyta muttering. A fond antenna twitched in response to her pain. She was quite a soldier, that one. He imagined this wouldn't be the last time he saved her from a near death state.

"Yes, my child, you are... And you're doing quite a terrible job at it. I trust you'll do the same in the future. Now hush. An artist is working."

“Three broken ribs, a shoulder that needs to be properly set, various lacerations, and cranial trauma... And various insect toxins, I hope you don’t want me to kill her…it’d be a waste of my talents.” He watched as Lennox acquired the tools needed to do his work... It was such a simple process...

"Quite the opposite; she's a valuable asset. I did bring something for you to play with, though." He motioned to their other guest, who looked about a bit hesitantly now.

Valley girl was very confused now... Things were happening around her that she just didn't quite understand... It was alright, though, she would come to the right conclusions soon enough.

“I take it you have no idea as to why you’re here girl..?”

"B- because I'm a princess?"

The screams... Oh god, the screams.

They were exquisite. He felt better already.

Seyta heard Roach speak, heard the other man speak. Pain and blood loss soon came rushing back to her though. "Damn this hurts... she slumped back to the floor, unable to hold herself up.

Seyta couldn't hear what was being said, and had closed here eyes from the pain. "You're a bastard Roach... We had a deal and you're gonna just let me die here..." With that She succumbed to the pain and passed out again.

Lennox pounced on the female like a wolf would a beagle, his mouth seeking her throat as his sunk them into her jugular. His hands firmly held her wrist easily over powering the girl, those fangs in his palms piercing her wrist as well. The woman’s veins blacked, her skin growing pale and dry as Lennox drained her body of every nutrient, vitamin and cell it had to offer. Before long both Lennox and the blonde’s wounds would begin to heal.


*Do not fret woman, my master do not wish for your death this day...* Another voice echoed in the blonde woman’s mind. *The same could not be said for the other..*

By now the woman was nothing more than a husk of her former self, Lennox dropping the drained shell onto the stone floor.
“Unfortunately the girl was barely enough to heal both of us so a few minor cuts and bruises may remain. But considering the condition you brought her in you should be pleased.” Lennox spoke to Roach as he wiped his mouth clean of blood.