She opened her eyes. At first she could not make of her surroundings, it was blurry and dark. There was a throbbing pain in her head, which did not seem to help the situation.
After at least five minutes she came to observe her surroundings. It was dirty and reeked of sweat, the ground consisted of dried blood, and something else she couldn't quite put her hands on.
She also appeared to be wearing some sort of appeal, a black shirt and sweat pants. But that wasn't the only thing.
Her black hair had been brushed smooth, as it was not before, she smelled rather nice. She had only hoped that who had done all of this was a woman (probably not).
She began to stand up so she could further observe her surroundings. But a sharp pain in her leg prevented that. She rolled up her sweat pants a little bit to find a deep cut in her leg no longer bleeding. "Who ever cleaned me didn't even bother to bandage this"! She thought in confusion.
She noticed dirty brick walls around her and then where another one should've been was a set of rusted bars instead. Then it came to her.
She was a prisoner of war.
"Get yer bloody hands off me", she heard a British voice yell.
Three shadows emerged on the ground.
"You bastards"! The voice continued. One of the guards came up to Kinsley's cell and flashed her a sickly smile.
He opened the cell door and walked up to her. He spoke some Russian to her, words full of poison. Out of nowhere he began beating her up. Kicking her in the ribcage, punching up her already damaged face. When he was finished he spat on her.
She could barley move, her whole upper body hurt. She coughed up some blood and crawled her way to the corner of the cell. She began to sob quietly in her arms.
All the while the cell door still stood open. And the strange man was thrust in. He took in a few kicks to the stomach, but nothing compared to the treatment Kingsley just received. The man didn't even notice her but began cursing and yelling at the guards who had just slammed the cell door. By this time Kingsley had stopped sobbing, although tears still ran down her face.
Kingsley was always shy, and never really talked much. Especially being in a prison full of creeps she wasn't going to talk to anyone who she didn't know.
She sat there remaining in the shadows while the man ranted. The man ran out of breath soon and with a deep long sigh he gave up. He sat down and put his head in his knees.
She coughed awkwardly. The man looked up in her direction. She now had a good look of the man.
He had a tired looking face, with a few wrinkles. He had a grey beard and hair. Yes he seemed rather old but actually had a strong build. He must've been in the military. She guessed he was in his sixties.
After a few moments of staring at each other the man looked away in silence.
Kingsley did the same.
She closed her heavy eyelids, and fell into a dreamless sleep.
Her eyelashes fluttered open. She frowned when she realized she was still in the cell.
"Look who's awake"
She turned her attention towards the man who was sitting down across from her. She rubbed her eyes and just stared at the man. He stared back with cold eyes.
"Not the talkative type, eh"?
Kingsley still said nothing. "Understandable", he muttered. She decided to say something. She started with her name.
"Names Kingsley, Carley Kingsley".
"Well that's a start, do you have a rank"? "Sergeant".
After a few moments of silence he spoke up.
"Price, name's Captain John Price.
Well there you have it! Sorry if it seemed a little rushed but hey its' Price!
Price: You know it.
Me: * 3 *
Well hope it was awesome either way. Please R&R.
-Gina * 3*