Fire and Ice by Robert Frost
Some say the world will end in fire;
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I knew enough of hate
To say that destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Prologue
They say the world will end in one of two ways, fire or ice. Personally, I think it will end in fire, because really, what ends with ice? Frostbite? Hypothermia? Yeah, that's pretty much it. Fire destroys EVERYTHING.
You hear things on the news like "x amount of people died in a house fire last night..." You never hear "x amount of people died after being frozen to death…" that's ridiculous. That never happens.
If I had to choose one way to die, it'd have to be in ice. I know, I know. I just went through this whole thing about ice not killing anything. But really, I'd rather die numb than burning alive.
If only my captors knew that. Maybe then they would finally put me out of my misery. I'm not sure why I'm here. I wish I knew. I would ask him, but hey, my mouth is duct-taped shut. My hands are tied and handcuffed behind my back, (a little overkill don't you think?) and my feet are tied to the legs of my chair.
A guard comes to check on me maybe once every hour, and the food they bring me every 6 hours or so is better than my high school's was.
I wish I knew where I was. I have no idea if I'm even still in the country. I wonder if this is how Dom felt when he had been captured. There are so many things I'm not sure of right now. I'm not a hundred percent sure I'm awake, or actually alive.
The last thing I remember is driving home and then nothing. The next thing I know, I'm tied up.
The door's being unlocked. It's not time for food, and the guard isn't due for another 20 minutes or so.
They must be getting ready to kill me. I wish I could've told him how I felt when I had the chance.
The door's opening. It's-
"Deeks"
It was the first, albeit muffled, word I'd uttered since my capture.