"Alfred." Ivan said under his breath. "Shall I say it again?"
His sarcasm was poorly received. The American's eyes narrowed and his hand jolted away. He snatched up the bowl of mush from the other's chest, gulping it down. Some trickled down the wrong pipe making him cough. Alfred covered his mouth with his arm, spitting off to side when the coughing subsided. He stacked the bowl with the other and leaned his head back. Ivan watched the adam's apple of his neck bob.
"Do you think we will get out of here?"
"Yes." The paler of the two men shrugged."Alive? I do not know." Alfred's eyes went to the door. They were as blue as ever.
"I don't understand why we are here."
"I did not, til you came."
Alfred sat up and gave the Ivan his full attention.
"You know why?"
"Da." Ivan chuckled and brushed his hair away from his eyes. "We are not normal. Normal humans would not be able to survive these conditions, but we have. We starve, yet, do not die. Not a single bone has broken in our bodies, no beating has left us unable to move, only temporarily. Our bruises fade away quickly and our pain subsides much faster than it should. "
"That is insane." Alfred said, dismissing the idea entirely. "You are mad."
"How much it is hard to believe, this is truth. Whatever we are, we are not normal." The man on his back, sat up and bent over. "Watch." He said, enticing Alfred. His eyes poked around the Russian's large muscular body.
Ivan took hold of one of his shackled feet and crushed it in his hands. The cracking of bones made Alfred's full stomach lurch, but, he did not look away. With great force, Ivan yanked his foot free. The iron had scrapped his flesh, however, it did not appear to be severally injured. Under the skin Alfred could see the bones rearrange themselves back to their places, he backed away.
"What were you, part of a circus?"
"I am just as surprised." Laughed Ivan running cold fingers over his bruised ankle. He flashed his eyes to the fearful American.
With his foot free, Alfred could no longer move out of Ivan's reach. He pulled his chain, forcing him close. The smell of rotten milk from the American's breath tinged his nose. Alfred was terror stricken, unable to move away. Ivan touched his cheek gently and smiled.
"I have decided on helping you, do not fear me."
Alfred no longer saw the man as human.
"Get off me." He glared and smacked his hand away. "I don't know what the fuck you are, but stay the hell away from me."
"You are the same, Alfred." Ivan said, his eyes intensified. "I can show you proof."
He seized Alfred's throat and tightened his hold. The youth struggled, til his eyes rolled back into his head. There was a loud crunch of his neck breaking and then he crumpled onto the muddy floor.