บท 65: War 3
(A/N : The following chapter has a scene of torture .You have been warned. Enjoy and see you later)
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<Kara POV>
As we eat in the cafeteria, I decided to ask Amanda if I could meet Jon and see if he really is who I hope he is.
"Amanda … can you introduce me to that sniper, Jon I think?"
"Sure, I can do that, but why?"
"I think I may know him, but I'm not sure. That's why I want to meet him."
"No problem, I'll call him here."
Five minutes later, I saw him, the man that taught me everything I know, the man that helped me, and the man I have a crush on.
He approaches us and sat down near Amanda.
"What the hurry Amanda? Olivia said that we are going to fight an idiot with a big ego, so I had to prepare my men and my equipment."
"Well, Jon, I have here a girl that would like to meet you. Kara this is Jon."
When he turned to look at me, I could see how shocked he was seeing me alive and I would lie if I would say that I wasn't surprised seeing him. But not even in my dreams I would imagine that he would hug me, as soon as he saw me.
He looked at me while smiling. "I'm glad to see you again and as much I would like to stay here and catch up with you, I can't do that just yet, but when I would come back, I would listen to your story. I promise you that." And even after he said that his next move made me stop thinking. Jon kissed me forehead, before saying his goodbye, leaving a dumbfounded Amanda and me thinking about what just happened.
<Eric POV>
One whole day of planning and scouting the area around drained me of any little spark of energy my body had. It wasn't easy, but it was required for us to know our surroundings better than the enemy and thankfully for us, we are surrounded by trees that would force the enemy to use the road for their vehicles.
"You are too tired, dear. Why don't you rest for a little? It ain't like we would have to fight right now and not to mention that your arm isn't working right now."
"I'm fine, bunny. Staying with my head on your thighs it's enough for me to recharge my lost energy."
She just smiled at my remark, before kissing me. "If you say so. I won't stop you from resting here."
While both of us were bickering, we heard a knock on the door, and ten seconds later, Maxson entered the door.
"Sorry for disturbing you, sir, but we have a problem. The governor sends his men to scout our current position and our scouts fought with them. Thankfully we managed to kill most of them while one of the enemies was captured, but we also one casualty. Alexander took on himself the duty of giving the fallen soldier a proper burial."
"Fuck this shit. The governor is really planning an attack on this place and we can't do shit right now or do we? Maxson bring me to the prisoner and be ready for what's coming next. Also, call Ivan, we will need his expertise."
"Roger that sir."
I turned my head towards Beth and I was worried about what would happen and the only thing I could do was holding her hand while kissing her. "Everything will be alright. I'll make sure of it love."
She just nodded at me while kissing me once again.
By the time I arrived in one of the private holding cells where the enemy scout was held, Ivan and Alexander were waiting for me outside of the room.
"Where's Maxson?"
"He's taking my job of surveying the outside while I and Ivan will interrogate the scum here."
"IF that's how you guys decided, then enjoy yourselves and don't mind me."
<Prisoner POV-Third person POV>
How long had I been out cold? My lips are parched and hunger growled in my stomach. I cracked open my eyes to better perceive how deep in shit I was. Blackness continued to engulf me and the smell of rotten flesh was filling my nostrils. A tremor of panic vibrated in my heart. I was blind, sightless, motionless, restrained. I was as good as dead, a lamb awaiting slaughter.
It's all a dream, all a dream. Only a nightmare. I'll wake up any second now. Just a dream. Not real, not real. Not real! Everything is just a test, right? Just a test of the Governor right? How could I get myself in something like this? I was a good man. I didn't kill without being ordered. I didn't do it, right? Right? Right?
I tried to wrench my arms free, but as soon as I start forcing my arms to move, an awful smell invaded my senses. And while I had no idea what or from where the smell was coming, I continue to struggle in vain.
While he was struggling, a strong hand grabbed his head snapped his head back, the impact almost made him lose his consciousness for a moment. His head hit the metallic table again and again with the back of his head, pounding away at his restraints. He yelled out, a shout mingled with fury and panic. The rotten smell invaded his mouth, while blood was slowly gathering in his mouth causing him to gag.
His strength was beginning to disappear. His struggles came at longer intervals. His feet beat the painstakingly slow rhythm of a burial march.
A squeak from the rusty hinges of a door resounds all around him. Someone was coming in – or going out, he realized. They were leaving him there to die of hunger and thirst.
No! No, no, no, no! Why? What have I done? Let me free, let me be free again!
He tried to cry for help, but his throat was raw from shouting and his lips were long-deprived of liquid.
The distinct sound of swishing cloth reached his ears. It was coming closer. Closer, closer, and then past him, the faint footsteps receding into the other direction.
"Come... ba-...ack" he croaked as loud as he could. "No... Don't...lone"
He listened for an excruciating moment. They weren't coming back. They had left him to rot, to die in the darkness. They had left him hanging over the open maw of Death, in a chair with the rotten smell all around. His tortured throat let out a pathetic cry as he attacked his bonds with the remainder of his strength. He would get free, he would. He'd escape. He'd walk in the sun again. See his lover again.
Michael...
He thrust upwards with every muscle he had, gritting his teeth when the straps tightened around his body, trying to overcome his captivity. He could feel the joints groan in strain and he pushed harder. Hope. It existed, yet the strength isn't enough. Just a little more... A few centimeters and I would be free. One of the joints popped out of its socket, cleanly as a twisted arm. He clenched his teeth harder. A few more and he'd be free.
"Hey boss, it seems our rat is awake, should I bring the special tool?" someone said above him, his rough voice with a strange accent was brimming with excitement.
A set of dragging footsteps echoed into his struggles. A man? They'd set him free.
They'll help me. Trust them, they help. They do. Help. Help! I do hope! I do! I do!
He let his aching body collapse onto the metallic surface, breathing heavily.
The footsteps had stopped. He heard soft breathing. Something pierced his hip painfully. Blood starts dripping from his hip down to the floor. He tried to yell, but nothing came out of his mouth which made him struggle away from the death touch the best he could.
"Hmm. It does seem he's enjoying it. Maybe I should try the other leg?" This voice was crisp and cool, all warmth drained by lack of compassion. He wasn't sure if the speaker could even be human. "Well, let us see how he looks on the inside."
The implications of this request hadn't the time to register in his mind before a hard fist wrenched the rough bag from his head, ripping out some of his hair in the process. He cried out as bright illumination wormed its way through his eyes and into his brain, eating away at his nerves, biting them raw. The pain didn't stop there and just as he thought that he would be pardoned, a heavy fist kissed his face, broking his nose.
"The ugliest motherfucker I ever saw in my entire life. I'm disgusted."
The inhumane voice answered to the other man. "Who are we to judge? They all look the same on the inside with all this useless covering gone. Take away all the decorations and we're all as ugly. We hide demons devoid of conscience inside ourselves. We keep them hidden in the secretive corners of our hearts, livers, and lungs. It's our job to bring them into daylight, to let them burn in the purge of the illumination. Which is exactly what he must be going through now."
The cold voice grew an edge of lust and anticipation. "His hidden demons are contorted in spasms of agony as we speak. They twist and writhe in time with the physical spasms of his body. See him squirm and groan! That is his darker side answering to the caress of light. We have to cleanse his soul with the holy flame."
"Before we start doing that, let's ask the man if he knows where the governor base is?"
Hearing these words, the prisoner starts struggling again. Unfortunately for him, the two didn't even flinch, and just as his body moved a little. An insupportable pain appeared on his chest. The smell of burned flesh and hair invaded the room mixing itself with the smell of rotten flesh that was already there.
He gasped and groaned, eyes rolled back into his head. He tried to close his eyes, but someone was keeping them open. Froth danced on his lips, and his whole form shivered in faint spasms, all the fight gone from him. Sweet oblivion slowly accepted him into its grim grasp.
"I would try again, maybe this time he will be more cooperative with us. Where's the governor base?"
The man didn't know how to answer that question, but seeing the other man ready to inflict pain on him once again, the prisoner decided to bite the bullet.
"*Cough* *Cough*Woodbury. That's w..re our pe..le are l..ing"
"See, it wasn't that hard after all. It is a shame that you didn't survive the first attempt. Wait for your leader on the other side rat."
The prisoner didn't even have a second to register what these words meant when a bullet pierced his head killing him instantly.
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