Chapter 11
Daniel woke to the soft sound of his father's voice. His face was blurry but became clearer; he saw that he had bruises on his face and a cut on his head.
The young boy was sat in the corner, his knees tucked up to his chest and eyes buried into his kneecaps.
His throat felt like it was burning so he decided against talking.
"Danny... Danny?" His father was repeating his name over and over again. "Can you hear me?"
Daniel nodded, touching his throat.
Alex looked over to Daniel and Lewis. He had to get them out of here.
He tried to think of a plan in his head, but it was clouded with pain and childhood memories.
There was a clang as a key turned in the lock of their cell door. Alex looked up sharply and saw that two men we walking towards him, weapons raised, ready to shoot. One of hem lowered his slightly and grabbed Alex by the shoulder, but Alex didn't struggle. A plan formed quickly in his head.
After being dragged through the hallways, he noted down every turn, twist, door and anything that would give him a clue of how to get out of here. He was pulled into a room.
"Sit!" The man said; he had already been in the room when Alex got there. Again he showed no resistance. They bounded him once again to the chair.
"New intel tells us that you were running from MI6; weren't you Alex?"
Alex did nothing, not even a shake of his head.
"Weren't you Alex?" The man said louder.
This time Alex nodded.
"And, why was it that you were running?" Alex looked up from the floor and stared coldly into the man's eyes. "Don't make me force it out of you..." Alex deepened his gaze.
"Fill it." The man suddenly said, directing his voice to one of the guards. It was the slightly younger one that moved.
The fish-tank-like contain began filling with water as the guard switch the hosepipe on. It was full to the brim and freezing cold. Another guard pulled Alex up from his chair and brought him over to the corner where the container was.
"I will ask you again. Why were you running?" But Alex didn't answer. The man behind Alex shoved his head into the freezing water.
One second.
Five seconds
Ten seconds
Fifteen seconds.
Alex began to kick out behind him; hoping they wound let his up for air. Another five seconds. It felt like forever.
Finally he was pulled up. He took several deep, gasping breaths. His lungs were aching. The man asked his again.
He would not answer.
So again he head was pushed underneath. Having only just got his breath back he knew he would not last as long as last time, but, hey, that was the point of torture. Alex's lungs began to burn from deprivation of oxygen. He wouldn't give up. They pulled him up.
"I will... tell... you as long... as you let... Wolf and Daniel go... Please." He said in between gasps.
Scarface just chuckled madly. "Why would I do that? Harrington belongs to me. He leaves, he dies. Just like you will very soon."
"So, no matter how hard you try, your friends, will die in the same grave."
They shoved his head under again, for good measure. They pulled it back up after thirty seconds and then back down again for another ten and back up. This carried on until Alex passed out from lack of oxygen. He was once again dragged back tot he cell, dripping wet.
"Alex?" Wolf called as he saw the pale, limp boy being dragged towards the cell. Daniel had been sleeping in the corner, until he heard the commotion. He laid him gently on the ground; he bent down and tried to listen for his breathing. It was very shallow. He tipped him over do he was on his side, almost in the recovery position. He tilted his head back to allow him to breathe easier. But there wasn't anything else he could do.
A few hours later Alex came round, confused and with a banging headache, but it was better than him dying.
