Poison Ivy
Chapter 1
My hands and feet were tied behind the chair and my red hair fell over my face as the guy slapped me, for what felt like the a hundredth time. But I had gotten used to his leather glove constantly making contact with my cheek, I wouldn't be surprised if he left permanent damage there.
"Tell me what happened!" He hissed, spitting in my face.
"I-I don't know, I swear!" I said as innocently as I could. But I did know what happened. Flashbacks rushed through my mind like the wind sweeping me off my feet.
I was standing beside my best friend, Tom Saunders, he was sweating and his eyes were darting from left to right. He was nervous. I took his shaking hand and placed it into my small, leather gloved hand. He smiled at me with gratitude.
"We'll be okay, I promise." I reassured him. But his smile turned into that disapproving frown.
"You can't promise that we'll be okay Ivy, something may happen to one of us and all that we can promise to each other is that we will be there for one another if something does happen, okay?" He asked.
"Yeah sure, best friends are supposed to be there for each other right?"
He smiled at me tenderly and nodded. Our commander came into the dark and dingy room that we were hiding in and he began shouting instructions that were to be followed when we went into war. War. Such a small word yet it contains so much destruction. Finally he stopped talking and we were set to go. I took hold of Tom's hand, for what may be the last time, and squeezed.
"Ready?" I whispered.
"Ready." He said.
Off we went running into the bright sunlight ready for what was to come.
After hours of fighting and bloodshed, I took off. Running to, what seemed like the exit of this war zone, a patch of trees in the distance but I stopped by a soldier who stood metres away from me.
"Where are you going?" His tone was mocking and his smirk was evident on his face. I was about to turn around and run when I heard the click of a magazine being placed into a gun. I turned.
"Say your last prayers sweetie. I know what you are." He spat. He was about to pull the trigger when I tackled him to the ground. He yanked off my glove and I tried to grab it but he held it from my reach. After that, all that was left was that man lying on the floor dead and there I was sitting beside him, screaming in shock.
I was woken from my flashback with a pair of icy blue eyes glaring into my emerald green ones.
"Liar!" He slapped me again.
For a moment he had assessed me from head to toe, then walked metres away from me with a disgusted look on his face that was directed at me. Once again I had took in his black, shaggy hair and scarred face down to his camouflaged uniform and muddy boots. I clenched my fists as I remembered he was dressed exactly like that when he took me away from my base, from my best friend and from my freedom. His name was anonymous to me and so is the location I am being held hostage in, which was a shame as I would have liked to seek revenge on what he had done to me for these past months in prison when I get out. I looked down at my own body, which was covered in old scars, old bruises, new cuts, mud and blood, and was disgusted with it. Torture. That was what he had put me through to get me to blurt out my secret, but nothing will ever work. Nothing.
As if he were reading my thoughts he said "We will find out soon my dear. We will find out what you have got to hide."
I smirked and laughed darkly "Over my dead body!" I replied.
"Oh I already figured that out." He laughed. "Which is why, my dear, I have got another body."
Two other soldiers brought out a limp looking figure and they threw it under the dim light. My heart began to race and all of a sudden stopped. There lying in front of me was a person I had thought I would never see again, Tom.
"Tom!" I screamed and struggled against the ropes.
"Now, my dear, tell me what happened!" He said.
"No! Please!" I screamed again as the tears began to flow from my eyes.
"Very well, I will give you until tomorrow or else Tom will be tortured in the same way you were but he gets an audience." He said looking directly at me and winked.
"You bastard!" I yelled.
He assessed me with those icy blue eyes again and smirked, then walked out of the room clicking off the dim light and leaving me and Tom in the darkness whilst praying that my secret will never be revealed and that Tom would be okay.