Bright light, cold metal floors, and lifeless rooms. These are what my life had been filled with. I had been forced to live a life that I, that no one, wanted.
Two meals a day, thirty minutes of light a day, forced to work for the rest of my life. That's what I get for doing what I, for what we, did.
A life without family, a life without friends, a life alone. It's what I, what we, went through before, it's what we have to go through now, and it's what we will have to go through for the rest of our lives.
No comfort, no entertainment, no enthusiasm. Why should we get these things? We shouldn't, not after what we did. No, not us.
No challenge, no triumph, no loss. These things would mean that there was enjoyment, we didn't deserve that.
No music, nothing to watch, no news. Knowledge of the outside world was reason for immediate death.
No happiness, no love, no choice. Emotions were not to be shown or you would be executed on the spot.
Not to see anyone, not to own anything, not to have anything. The life we deserved.
I never knew how much something like this could hurt, I had see it and even done it to people before. Shackles around my ankles, around my wrist, scarred with fire. The punishment was what we needed.
Our life was cruel. Never to see the ones that we once knew, loved, or thought of. Our captures' had no thought for us. To them, we were the lowest of the lowest.
Why should they anyway? For what we did, we deserved the worst. We shouldn't have even been spared that day.
We were prisoners for ninety death sentences each.
Why the three of us had been spared, no one knows. I had seen enough death, most of which I caused, on the outside, but where I was, it was like daily practice. The ones that got thrown in here with me had seen at least three times the death that I had. Why I didn't call them friends is because we weren't anywhere near friends.
I was Jack B.L. Kenten. Twenty one years old at the time. No family anymore, no friends since they got killed on a daily basis, and nowhere to go even if I ever did get out somehow.
The other man that had gotten thrown in here was Michal M.K. Horton. He was thirty nine years old at the time. They took him away from his wife, his kids, and his pets. Everyone he knew had been killed just because they wanted him to suffer. They forced him to watch them slowly kill his family.
One of us was a woman. Her name was Kaila D.C. Anderson. She had a husband, a mother and father, kids, and brothers and sisters. She was forced to watch them die brutally. Her mind was scarred and was forced to remember that for the rest of her life.
I was the lucky one; I didn't have anything that they could use against me except the one that I loved with all my heart. On one knew that the two of us were in love, so she was safe. And if they ever found out about her and me, I would give my life so that she could live.
Anyway, we had nothing in common except for what we did. The three of us had destroyed seven cities, ended two empires, and concurred one country. The three of us had done this alone. Just the three of us ended more then one billion lives.
So, why, I ask. Why did we live? Why were we not murdered like the families that we had killed mindlessly? Was life away from everything that we had once knew really the worst punishment suitable for people like us? If not, then what purpose was it to keep us alive?
"Wake up you pig." Said the guard banging on the cell door.
"I am awake. Living here gave me insomnia." I said coldly.
It was true; I had been awake for three and a half years. That along with ADHD and dyslexia made me, what they call, a reject.
"Then hurry up and get up!" He said.
I got up and walked over to my door. "I'm here. What now all mighty dumbass?" I asked.
"We've got a surprise for you today." He said unlocking the door.
When he pushed the door away he hit the shackles around my ankles. I held the pain inside and breathed it out. He took me out to the courtyard where I saw all other prisoners.
I looked over to the far end and knew what was coming. At the far end there was the gallows. Two others stood on it, Kaila and Michal, with ropes around their necks. No, there was another…Christina. The woman that I loved.
'How did they find out about us?' I thought.
I still hid my emotions from everyone, but inside I was breaking. When I got up onto the stand, it smelt of rotting flesh, death, and blood. Christina looked at me once before I got the rope around my neck. She mouthed the words 'I still love you' and the executioner asked, "Any last words scum?"
They went in order from one side to the other. "I have not regrets about loving Jack." Said Christina.
Michal said, "I have waiting for this since seeing my family die."
"Same here." Said Kaila.
Then it came to me. "Love." I said under my breath. "Christina, Michal, Kaila, none of you will die today. Only I will. And Christina, I never stopped loving you, never."
"If that's all then, you all are getting what you deserve."
I mumbled, "That's right. All of you get what you deserve." And I slipped my head out of the rope and dashed for the executioner.
"What the-?" Was the last thing he said before I snapped his neck.
The crowd went into a rage as they watched the man fall to the ground. The guards grabbed their crossbows and shoot them at me. I dodged the bolts and sprinted towards a guard killing him and taking his crossbow. Then I moved onto the next two taking their middle aged guns. I used expert aim to shoot Christinas, Michals, and Kailas ropes using each crossbow once.
They quickly took the ropes off of their necks and I yelled, "Run, I'll hold them!"
It looked like they wanted to stay and help, but I told them to run again. Guards soon began to surround me, but I killed plenty of them taking their weapons and using them to fight others. I threw them down when they had no more use and continued fighting.
I looked over once before 'it' happened and saw that they had made it over the wall alive. 'Good, now I may die in peace.' I said to myself.
After two more minutes I started getting tired and got stabbed straight throw my chest. Even then I held in the scream of pain. I started killing again, but there were too many of them and I slowly started dying. One of them missed with a spear and I took the chance to take it. When I had it I stuck it out and started spinning, killing in a circle, but it broke before I could kill more then ten and I was all out of energy.
'One day, my love, I will see you again. I will wait as long as it takes.' Were, what I thought to be, my last thoughts.
I fell to my knees and soon felt sharp metal grind against my bones, making marks that I wouldn't feel much longer, giving stains of blood that I would never see, giving me gashes that I wouldn't ever touch. I began to become lightheaded and couldn't see much, but just then before my final minute, I heard Christina scream my name, "Jack!" in terror.
'No, don't look at me. I don't want this to be the last way you see me. Please, look away.' I screamed in my head.
Then one final stab went straight through my heart. I felt nothing more, but my head slinging down. I heard nothing more after hearing the guards' walk away not even making sure that I was dead. Although I would be in a matter of seconds.
I knew that the day was coming and I was glad that I could see Christina in my final minutes, but I wish it had not been like this. She would have to live with me dying as the last time she saw me.
I was dead.
Nothing could stop that now. Not anything. My only hope was that Christina would live to have another child. One that would not die. Not like this.