~ SASHA ~
"I'm going to do better than tell you," Nick said, his voice low and gruff. "I'm going to show you." Then he turned on his heel and started walking again. "Come on," he called back to her without turning to make sure she was following. "The Arena's just up here."
Sasha looked around, at the cages, and the unknown materials they were made of. It was all so surreal. And with each step they took, the picture just got darker.
She wanted to cry, and throw up her hands and run away. She wanted to make someone else deal with this. Put it on someone else's shoulders to figure out how to get around such an insurmountable enemy. But she knew she couldn't.
So, feet heavy with dread, she trotted after Nick, catching up with him before he reached the end of the wide stable corridor.
