AN: I've not posted for a while and I feel quite bad for that. But here I am. This is part one of an AU Amfie two-shot. It's set in a dystopian future where there is a huge war going on. Amber and Alfie are rebel spies who have been captured by the opposition and are being held in a prisoner of war camp. There is some violence and possible distressing sections which is why this is rated T. If you don't want to read that type of stuff then you shouldn't read this two-shot.

I hope you all enjoy it. Blame any typos on my iPhone autocorrect ahaha :3

"The captured rebels are here sir." said the beefy man with the deep voice. A small huddle of seven were pushed forwards, their eyes fearful and their bodies covered in dirt.

"Bring 'em in 'ere." A different man replied, his eyepatch slipping slightly as he turned on his heel and walked away. The rebels were pushed forcefully along behind him.

"I'm scared boo." Amber whispered, a tinge of fear in her voice.

"We'll get back to camp soon. The rebels'll come and rescue us." Alfie replied, wrapping his arm around her as he stroked her hair reassuringly. The two of them followed the other rebels down the dingy, badly lit hallway. A tall beefy man opened three separate doors and pushed Alfie and Amber through the first one. It slammed behind them ominously, the clanging of metal on metal making Amber feel uneasy.

The darkness engulfed them and it pressed down on the couple like a blanket, sticking to their skin as they fumbled their way into the corner of the cell. Alfie slid down the wall and leant his head against it while Amber tucked herself under his left arm and rested her head on his chest.

"We're prisoners of war." She whispered. But the sound still seemed so loud in the big empty room with its deafening silence and the blackness that pressed down on them.

"I suppose so." Alfie answered, kissing her forehead. "Get some sleep Ambs."

"I don't know if I can sleep boo." She still snuggled deeper into his chest and draped her arm across Alfie's stomach, her breathing slowing steadily.

The light was blinding when the door opened later. They could have been in there for minutes or hours. All the time blurred together easily in the darkness. A tall man with thick, matted dark haired strolled into the room and wandered around the edge, striking matches on the walls and lighting the tall candles that hung from the brackets by the doorway. Light blossomed in the room and the couple stood, stretching out the cricks in their bodies. The dark haired man slithered forwards, taking the edge of Amber's jaw in his long fingers.

"Aren't you a pretty one." He hissed, pushing her hair back off her face. Amber grimaced but tried to stay strong and glared at the man. Suddenly he grabbed her right wrist and pulled her towards the door.

"Get off her!" Alfie yelled, attempting to attack the man. Quick as a flash, the man hooked his arm around Amber's throat, suffocating her.

"You take one more step towards me.. Boy." He spat, "Then I kill her."

"It's o-okay boo." Amber choked out, her face beginning to go blue. The man released her neck and she had fallen to the floor gasping and choking. He pulled her up and dragged her out of the room.

"I love you!" Amber yelled as the metal door clanged shut behind them, leaving Alfie alone in the dim room.

The candle had burnt halfway down by the time Amber started screaming. They were deep, heart-wrenching screams of pain that made Alfie cry out in distress. She continued her screaming for what seemed like hours and eventually the tall candle burnt through all the wax and left Alfie in the darkness, the ghost of Amber's screaming ringing around in his head. His head was buried in between his knees and he felt sick to his core as Amber's screeches buffeted around him, attacking him like the waves attack a rock.

After Alfie's tears had subsided and the pressing darkness had become more of comfort, the door opened. Amber stumbled in and Alfie pulled himself up, catching her as she tripped and landed in his arms. She buried her face in his chest and trembled as his arms tightened around her. A different man entered and replaced the candles, lighting them quickly before slamming the door shut.

Amber pulled away from Alfie's chest and looked up at him. He nearly threw up. Her eyes that were once so grey and bright were completely destroyed, jagged red lines crisscrossing the iris and blinding her. There were two thin cuts underneath her eyes and the side of her face was covered in bruises.

"I'm sure I look horrible."

"No. You're beautiful. You always will be." Alfie replied, kissing her lips gently.

The two of them sank to the ground and curled up together, Alfie's arm wrapping around her stomach as she tucked her legs around to fit his. They fell asleep that way, spooning on the floor of a dingy, damp prison cell. The war raged on outside and the other rebels trapped in the camp fell asleep. And one by one all the lights went out as the candles melted because soon everybody would melt away. In this war where everybody was a spy, nobody was trusted.