Disclaimer: Hmmm... Do you think if I asked nicely enough they'd give me Escaflowne?
Forbearance
Part II
The door to the cell opened slowly with a grating squeak. Flickering light reached timidly into the darkness, revealing the silhouette of a huddled form. The prisoner cringed away from the light as if it were anathema. Or, maybe he cringed away from the two burly guards who stepped purposefully into the cell. Two pairs of hands grabbed Van roughly and hauled him to his feet.
He didn't protest.
Van was then dragged from his cell and into the hallway. He closed his eyes, shielding them from the light. After being locked in darkness for so long, he was unaccustomed to the brightness. There was a sharp jerk, and Van found himself being pulled down the hall. As the guards dragged him along, Van allowed his mind to wander.
Finally, he would gain his victory. It was finally the end. After struggling through a war, the rebuilding of his country, and then capture and torture, it was going to end. He almost anticipated his execution with glee. Was it so wrong for a man to want to die?
He knew he should have been stronger, but he was weak. Yes, Van admitted grudgingly, he was weak. Weak for not fighting harder, weak for giving up hope, weak for loosing faith. He had no use for such pleasantries in his own personal hell. There was no such thing as hope. He had managed to fight them this long... He wasn't sure how much longer he would have lasted.
An image of a young woman with sandy brown hair and jade eyes surfaced in his memory.
"I believe in you..."
Yes, his friends had believed in him too. Now they were either dead, or a prisoner like himself. He couldn't remember how it had begun, or who was responsible. All he knew, was that in the end, he would pay.
Van felt himself being jerked to the right and his eyes snapped open. He knew this hallway... NO! Van began to feebly struggle against the guards.
'No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,' he chanted over and over in his mind. It was supposed to end today! He yearned for his death and they would deny him that also.
"No!" Van cried in horror, as the door was opened and he was flung inside.
"Ah, Mr. Fanel. So good to see you again. Shall we begin with the questions now?"
Van's response was to curl into a tight ball and weep.
"No," he whispered hoarsely. "No..."
The questioner's eyes glittered in anticipation as they surveyed the room filled with various torture devices. Today's session would prove interesting indeed...
~Scary? Well, not really scary as in horror scary, but scary as in I wrote such a twisted ending. This isn't the _real_ end... unless you wish me to end it here?