Authors Note: Remember I told you there would be shift? Well, here it is! I hope you enjoy it! This s a fair old long story, but I am enjoying writing it so much, so please review- it would mean the world to me!Part 2
I can feel myself shivering, but I can't stop. It's as though I am hovering over the situation.
His body is still in the centre of the pit and the oxygen is closing in around me.
How long will they leave his body in here and torment me? I pull my hands out of my hair wiping the blood that is dripping from my nose, the blood is clotting and it's sticky between my fingers. The dim lights make the room an eerie orange and I climb against the wall to stand, my eyes unable to tear away from the dead body.
How could I have been so stupid and allowed myself to get caught in this situation? Why did I allow myself to be brought back here?
My body, in desperate need of food and water begins to cramp painfully. I wrap my arms around myself and I tread over to his body. The meanness from his face has gone now, and I can imagine him with his friends. The grey streaks in his hair no longer makes him look frightening, but rather fragile.
The familiar sound of the secret door opening surprises me and two people step into the pit, immediately I back away, I don't have the energy to fight anymore. But the two men have ski masks over their faces and they're holding guns.
"Back away!" one yells to me, I notice the door is open behind them. If I run, they'll shoot, but it'll be better than fighting.
"BACK AWAY NOW!" he shouts again, I back away slowly and as they walk toward the body lowering their guns, I attempt to bolt forwards. It takes a swift turn from the fastest man who is standing on the right and a blow of wind, which ricochets from the gun barrel. I expect to feel a sudden blast on my skin, but instead I feel a needle delicately land in my thigh.
It almost tickles and as I trip backwards I feel as though I'm floating. I seem to float for a long time, and even when I do land, it is as though I am in a puddle of feathers. I see two men skiddle out of the room and one man, who was having a delicate nap, float up into the sky; peacefully and quietly.
Groggily, I immediately twist my body upright. I am alone in the pit again, my legs sprawled awkwardly in front of me and my forehead is tingling in an unusual fashion. I touch my skin, wincing at the contact, I remember when I fell from the drug dose I hit my head; pretty hard.
My skull feels heavy and my vision is slightly blurred. My lips are sore and my joints are stiff, I don't want to even imagine what I look like physically.
Beside me is an object and I can just make out the bottle of water that stands near my arm. I grab it with difficulty, I rip the lid off, drinking it with a sudden need.
I finish off the 500ml bottle fast, regretting it immediately as I have wasted my water source.
I see splutters of blood on the dusty floor and the wild arrangement of weapons around the room. I keep my fighting stick sitting close by. I attempt to close my eyes but I feel myself tilt backwards. Sleeping with a concussion could be dangerous, so instead I droop my head down slowly counting away the seconds that tick by.
Oyumba hasn't spoken to me in a while. Maybe he's going to execute me in front of my team mates. Suddenly remembering I am being watched, I raise my head back up, looking at the camera. I open my mouth, but then I close it again.
What can I even say in a situation like this?
I see the door open before I hear it and two unmasked people walk in.
One women with short cropped hair and a terrible scarred face, as if she has been in many fights, stalks in with a frightful confidence. The guy beside her is shorter than she is, but what he loses in height he makes up for in width, his muscles are bulked and ridiculously defined.
I look at them for a moment, unable to move. They walk to the centre of the pit, their pupils dilated and eyes twitching.
"Are you ready my lovely?" a voice speaks in the distance. But suddenly, two figures run toward me and I am helpless against their force.
Before I am able to get up the man grabs my neck forcing me to stand and the girl punches me in the gut. The stick that was beside me only moments ago seems so far away as I am thrown against the wall.
I can feel the air escape my body before I can react. As I sink to the floor I am grabbed again by hair, I am heaved upwards and then towards the ground. My face hitting the ground first I hear my nose crack, immediately it breaks and I can hear myself cry out.
I don't see them walk away, but I feel myself limp on the floor. Groaning in pain, my shaky hands attempt to haul my body up, but I am kicked by both sides. I thump to the floor again with a huff.
The heat around me is sickening and I can feel the water sloshing in my stomach. Blood is dripping on the floor due to my broken nose. I can't breathe properly. My ribs must be broken.
I feel their presence wander off. I can hear them shouting in achievement so I turn my head. The sticks too far away to grab and I can see no available weapon around me. I could just let them beat me to death and at least this pain will be over, but in the corner of my eye I see the little dot flashing. I can't let Oyumba win.
In a hazy blur I see a figure run toward me and with all of the strength I have left inside, I use my arms to flip myself up. In a sudden shaky rush, I front kick the women figure, hitting her in the face and then jumping upwards before knocking my elbow into her nose. I hear her cries instead of mine and as I land on my heavy feet, I almost smile. But as the man slowly edges toward me, I remember where I am and how this is only going to get worse.
It doesn't take long for the girl to jump back up and like predators they circle around me. I turn my head to the side slightly, then I keep very still. I can feel the red liquid rolling against my hot skin and my lung inflating against my cracked rib. Then I hear him yell. His arms extended to grab and punch, I chop his hands away and then I feel another pair of hands grabbing my shoulders and hauling me back into a lock position.
"ARGH!" I shout. I crack my shoulder to bring my elbows against her ribs, I hit so forcefully she crumbles. The man is bent over across from me and I see a slick knife resting in his hand. His head turns to me, his bright violet eyes smirk as he holds onto the weapon.
It's only a matter of moments before he is trying to use it against me and I am dodging and sliding behind him, my feet tripping over themselves slightly. I stagger backwards. As he yells an inaudible word I twist his wrist, which becomes automatically floppy, and instinctively I push the blade towards him.
This time, it's he who is staggering back, blood pouring from his chest. I stare at his eyes, as the realisation hits him that he has lost. The blood that is exiting his wound ignites a spark in my chest. The flame within makes me heave but before I can act upon it I see the women run to her partner, crying out words I cannot understand.
The buzzing has returned and I hold my hands up, trying to cover my ears. I watch him die slowly and I remember how many times I have watched this before. How many times I have stopped a human heart to survive this ordeal.
Maybe I should let her kill me.
She tears the knife out of the dead mans chest and holds it, her eyes enraged. I return my hands to my side, trying to hide the shaky motion.
"I will slit your throat." She snarls, her teeth baring like a wild animal. I inch closer towards her, my eyes averting to the dead body. The flame again ignites in my chest; the excitement of the kill.
"I'd like to see you try" I whisper quietly, hoping the camera's hadn't picked up what I had said. But now this time, I run towards her.
On her knees, the blade now in my hand, I rest it against her throat. Not even remembering getting to this motion, I feel her heart beating against me. I have been standing here for a very long time. She's huffing, the drugs now leaving her body and the pain finally hitting her nervous system. As my hands are gripping onto her short hair, I can feel herself bobbing up and down; she is crying.
"Please. Please" she cries out. Immediately, I let go. I throw her forward slightly and I back away. I even throw the knife behind me.
I watch her scramble to where the door is. She smacks on it once and then twice.
"One of us will have to die for that door to open." I reveal backing up to the wall and sinking to the floor. I reach to where the stick is sitting and I pull it near me. The girl hits the wall again and I feel a cold shiver run through my spine. I used to be like her, so innocent.
"What's your name?" I question trying to ignore the dead body in the room. She doesn't reply to me, instead she raises to her feet and begins to limp toward her dead friend; that is until the door swings open. I immediately scramble to my feet supported against the wall, holding onto the stick desperately.
In walk three men this time, two are holding the tranquillisers I mistook for guns earlier and one is empty handed, but I see the blade tucked in its holster.
The two men with guns are protected with masks, but the man in the middle, proudly smirking in my direction is Oyumba, he is dressed in a smart suit, his top buttons casually undone. He hasn't even bothered to protect his identity from the cameras; maybe the camera's aren't linked to the FBI after all.
But I don't believe that, Oyumba wants me to suffer. The girl drops to her knees again and bows to Oyumba.
"Sir, Sir I tried" she cries out. I feel the bile rise to my throat. She begins to crawl towards him and I see his fingers twitch to his knife.
"No!" I call out, but she ignores me. She stands and holds her hands out of forgiveness.
"Of course my child" he lies softly "I know you tried" he grabs her hand and twists her around so she is facing me. I attempt to move forward, however seeing Oyumba's face has made me hard as stone. "But my lovely" now he is talking to me "only one can survive."
"NO!" I scream as he pulls out the knife and drags the knife across the young girls throat. I screech in agony, trying to look away, but her bulging eyes stare into mine and she holds her hands out across the room to me, she spasms to the floor. Blood leaking from her vein and her unforgettable gagging become still and silent. My fingers pull at my hair as I drop to the floor again.
"My lovely, next time, don't make me do your dirty work." Oyumba grins, his teeth still black and chipped.
He inches closer to me, he's going to punish me. He's going to beat me… he's going to… oh my god…
"no-n-no" I stutter stupidly. Oyumba chuckles but then he straightens his back. He turns to walk out, and the men beside him walk toward the dead bodies, dragging them out carefully. As Oyumba walks out of the door and out of sight, I collapse to the floor unable to stay awake any longer.