I opened my eyes. I could feel blood running down my face, cold, and I felt pain all over my body.

I began to look around. It was dark everywhere, and when I heard the popping of twigs and owls hooting, I figured I was somewhere in the woods. And not only that. I could hear the murmur of the sea

I was cold. The heat I had experienced in my disguise now became a drawback when I was no longer wearing it. It is September and winter is approaching, so I understandably freezing.

I tried to move. My hands were close to my back and I felt something moving my hands rubbing my blood into my blood. It was a rope.

I knew I was sitting. I was chained to a cold metal chair, and if I were to move, I would fall to the ground.

Suddenly I was blinded by the yellow to white glow of the lights. It was the lights of the black Land Rover. I remembered what had happened before and thought to myself; "I didn't know Bishop has a driver's license."

"Our martyr awoke."

I heard Bishop's voice, and before I knew it, in the light of the four men of my age. From my point of view, they were black as some shadow figures.

"What do you want to do with me?" I said, knowing that fear could be heard in my voice.

"You will find out very soon."

Bishop came up to me with these words and immediately put a fist on my face. My nose broke again. I could feel drops of my own blood flowing down from my broken nose to my lips, and finally they dripping to the ground at my chin.

"That was a big blow, wasn't it?" Bishop said and he looked at me.

"Go to hell.." I murmured in an angry voice as I looked into his eyes.

"Obviously you want more wounds." Bishop said and before I could recover I was catching not only slapping but also other blows in my face.

But the beating wasn't over, and after the chair dropped to the floor with me and I hit my head on a stone, they kicked me. I had no chance to defend myself.

I was beaten so much that when I started coughing, I coughed up blood. I tried to move. Get my hands off the ropes, but it rubbed my skin, so I suffered. One of his men made sure the chair I was tied to was standing again. I had a shit of it all.

"It is enough for you? If not, I'll gladly cut your right hand off."

"Fuck you.." I murmured and I breathed deeply.

"Inject him that crap. I will make him crazy and then we will get rid of him for good."

I jerked again when another of his minions probably injected into my vein, that drug what I saw in the dorm on the Bishop's order. The world suddenly began to fall apart before my eyes.

"Do you remember this?"

I had a blurred look when I was Bishop holding a camera and a plastic bag of evidence against him.

"So I'll take this, destroy it, and no one will ever hear about you again." I have heard and seen Bishop continued.

They detached me and tried to force me to the precipice. I was stunned, beaten and exhausted, so they seemed to drown me or something to eat me.

Bishop kicked me in the face several times and began to crush my neck with his black boot.

I felt too helpless to defend myself. I knew I was in terrible trouble and was probably after me. I was silent, I couldn't say anything because I had my whole life before my eyes. And I was still strapped to that stupid chair.

I started counting seconds until Bishop tossed me down the precipice and I drown in the sea and become a shark food.

But then something else awoke within me: It was rage. It literally forced me to destroy the ropes even at the cost of having my hands bloodied and painful. It was in me, and now it was a form of hope that I could give them what they deserved.

"What the..?" One of Bishop's hops paused to see me throwing myself at the side of them and that I was getting out of captivity.

"Throw him into the stupid sea!" Bishop roared, but I managed to free my legs.

I staggered back and forth while standing. I didn't speak. I was in a totally different world and I couldn't hear their roar and curses.

Attack them!

There was a voice in my head, but I was on the African savannah at sunset instead of in the woods.

I fought a group of armed poachers and Bishop was their leader. Occasionally something struck a lightning strike, and for a second I saw a shred of reality.

I tried to destroy their car so they couldn't escape. I'll get the evidence back, I'll call the police, things will be cleared and it's over.

Perhaps after all I have told you, perhaps I no longer need to describe how brutal the fight was.

But when it came to a fist fight with a hip hop that I beat up so brutally at the beginning of it all that his blood splattered my shirt, he threw me at the back, but I kicked and hit him, so he not only tripped, I, like Bishop, and the rest of his henchmen saw this guy fall to his death.

"YOU KILLED HIM!" Bishop roared, and this time he threw himself at me with a crowbar he pulled out of the trunk of his car.

"You can't do it!" I said as I avoided Bishop's attempts to kill me with a crowbar.

He failed one attack and broke the glass of his car instead, but that was his least concern now.

I managed to take advantage of this and grab a cell phone that was rolling in the car. I had to call the police. The conversation with the dispatcher was almost over when Bishop almost ripped my cheek into my blood.

I dropped the phone and somehow managed to take Bishop's crowbar. At that moment I was back in my skin. I was a torturer again. So I used it and get collected evidence back.

"It's over! Do you hear!?" I yelled and began destroying the car engine with a crowbar so they could not escape. They wanted to attack me, but I told them; "The police are coming for you."

"I will kill you!" Bishop didn't want to give up, but he'd heard the siren. He turned as he held my t-shirt in a desire to smash me and saw the colored lights coming in.

"Guys, we're disappearing!" Bishop roared, and I saw him and his henchmen running back into the deep forest so that they would not be arrested by the police.

They don't finish their bachelor's degree, I thought, seeing these college gangsters flee.

I looked back at the road and saw the police cars just arriving here, the lights of which had begun to illuminate me.

"Drop your weapon!" one of the police officers called out of the car and aimed a gun at me.

I dropped the crowbar.

"What will happen now?" I asked

"We'll see. Now it's all more entangled, and if your guilt is convicted of the crimes you've committed, you're likely to go back to prison."

Great, I thought ironically, but the police officer continued.

"According to the evidence, you stole some goods in a gas station during your escape from the Falcon City State Prison and shot a cop, kid. See you in court."

Double great, I thought ironically.

"Get in the car. You'll come with me to the police station and see what happens next."

I listened to the African-American male policeman, and I was surprised he didn't even put my handcuffs on me.

As he left, I watched the police examine the crime scene from the window and they seemed to call the detective and the forensic.

"Sir?" I asked the policeman.

"Yes kid?"

"Will my family and the young woman I love visit me?"

I could see in the mirror that the senior policeman smiled.

"If you're lucky, you'll get out of it, trust me. You're not the first or last young adult I had to catch like this."