Intro
Light, Dark...Light, Dark...Light, Dark
as if someone or something was lighting a candle and snuffing it out. His eyes struggled to adjust but the continuous cycle prevented that. Suddenly the cycles' wheels stopped; darkness stayed. The vision started to clear, a dark gray room and light gray bars. Footsteps but whose, foreign...different.
A growl, a muffled scream, laughing; Wort, wort, wort. Memories filled the cell; that voice, that familiar voice. "I thought they didn't take prisoners..." a faint voice escaped his lips. More memories to escape.
The supposed easy mission with a ending in failure. A cold darkness to wait upon them all. The sounds of soldiers last breath. All their pains ended, except for his. His blackness came but no last breath.
Awaken but not alive; fear...pain. The endless nights and sleepless days but who knew which was which. Again the fowl voices came and the days and nights continued.
Sleep, a troubled sleep; horrible sights within each slumber. Awoken again but this time a different voice, if even a voice at all. This one was close and a presence felt near. A pain, another pain the wish for death much stronger but yet again this request was denied. A light, no more darkness; there still might be a chance.
With this light colors came. The colors unraveled the secrets kept in the shadows. Others, not just him but still strangers to his eyes. Contorted but human in shape the figures stood. The light also their beacon of life.
The smell of days old flesh rotting unceremonious in the box. Again the familiarizing voice sounded again. He turned in hopes to find the voice. Four bodies were standing but still some remained on the cold hard ground; eyes open but lifeless inside.
One of these shapes neared; life seemed to be slipping from his eyes. The pain in those gray eyes was strong, stronger than what he thought impossible. The sunken face formed what appeared to be a smile...a smile? "How could anyone smile in such a place." He thought to himself.
More faces neared with more smiles. The light seemed to get brighter. "Could it be the light of death?" he whispered this time. A dull thump sounded and then a familiar sound, bullets. There were growls and screams outside of the prison. Shadows started to revel themselves in their cages suddenly eager to know what was awaiting them.
Unfamiliar voices reached the bars as they slid open. The mysterious speaker came forward. It was met by the body that confronted him earlier. "What took you so long?" the gray eyed man asked "Your coordinates were shit, Sir." the unfamiliar answered