Yet again I awake in chains this time they are connected to the
strong, wooden poles on either side of me. Blood flowing I stare at
my raw wrists as the stinging pain floods my senses, stupid is the
only word that comes into mind from the foolishness of my actions.
I’m surprised that I don’t have whip-lash from the many
times that this exact situation has replayed in my life over the
past few days. But this time is different, this time I can escape.
And I will. The metal on the chains is thin but what I am looking
at is the thickness of the wooden posts. A couple of kicks to each
and then I have weapons and I’m free.
As I land a solid kick to the post on my right, okay both posts
only need one more swift kick, the stomping of boots interrupts my
thinking looking up just in time to see five muscled men stomp into
the room each carrying a thick whip with six tails, the ends of
which are knotted and coated in a shiny, silver substance which
looks a lot like the metal that my hands are encased in. I stare at
them hoping that my strangely coloured eyes unnerve them, which by
the looks on their faces does. Small victory for me, but it is at
short last as they slowly approach me swinging their whips by their
sides, what I think they’ve forgotten is that their not going
up against some weak, fragile excuse of a women. Counting the
seconds until they are close enough both my legs fly to the sides
snapping the posts whilst knocking the men standing behind them
unconscious, but before I can react I feel the pain first then the
sound of the whip bitting into the soft, unmarred skin of my back
but he only gets three more swings in before I get my posts around
to him and his friends efficiently adding them to the pile on the
ground with their other two comrades. Red streams running down and soaking what is left of my
tattered shirt as I search the men’s pockets for the keys to
my chains I steal one of the loose fitting camouflage jackets to
soak up some of the blood flowing steadily from my back, "just
keep breathing, in out, in out", is what I constantly
chant in my head. Lifting my eyes from the blood soaked jacket I
finally see something that I like. The tightly fitting
women’s camouflage jacket with a diagonal zip and a collar
calls to me, as do the ripped black jeans folded neatly under the
jacket. I wonder about why they have clothes like this in here for
about ten seconds before I decide that it doesn't matter.
Feeling the seams of the clothes for any kind of tracking devices
that could be hidden inside. Changing as quickly as I can wrapping
a tight black singlet, that I took off the same unconscious man
missing his jacket, around most of the bloody bits of my back then
encasing it in the zip up jacket. Hoping not to die of blood loss I
run for the door adrenalin racing through my system ready for
anything that could be behind the door of the torture room
I’ve been trapped in. But what I wasn’t ready for was
the surrounding area shrouded in darkness with only the moon
casting beams of light. Clinging to the side of the building as my
gaze travels over the buildings, military base is what instantly
comes to mind but I’m not sticking around to see if I’m
correct. In the shadows I stalk toward the forest senses
heightening, I make a dash into the green embrace of the forest,
surging through the darkness my senses shrink, the dizziness comes
slowly as I bolt through the forest, small plants snapping against
my shins only when the relief of water hits my legs do I finally
stop and think. Looking back the way I came the trail is easy to
follow stepping out of the small stream I am standing in hoping
that they think I have just walked in the water following the
streams path, walking cautiously through the vegetation on the
other side of the stream I make my way as far as I can before
collapsing in one of the worst places I could have, the middle of
another grass covered clearing reminding me of the first time I saw
Alex. The burning in my back only increases when I attempt to move
my limp body to the side of the clearing into the cover of the
trees away from direct sight, closing my eyes instantly brings the
darkness which wraps arround me like a comforting
blanket.
