Ok everyone's reviews convinced me to continue. So here we go again, Ch. 7. Please Read, Review, and Enjoy!
Interrogation-
No sound was not a good thing, and apparently Williams thought so to. His face had drained of all color. We now sat in silence hoping that Paul was alright.
I heard the sound of footsteps coming closer and closer to where we sat, except there was a new sound, a dragging sound, possibly Paul, possibly alive. I raised my head to see Williams doing the same. Was he alive or were they just bringing the body? If he was alive was he ok? What did they actually do? These were some of the questions running through my head.
The dragging sound stopped. Two of the guards, that were here earlier, walked in dragging an unmoving body behind them. The unmoving body was Paul. Shit, the worst had now happened. I tried to pull from my bonds but there weren't moving so neither was I. I could feel tears falling from my eyes, my best friend was laying there dead.
They dragged him in but instead of just laying him there they tied him back up. Then there was a glimmer of hope that he may still be alive. After they had the knot tied, which took a while, they left without saying a word. Paul still wasn't moving. Williams was looking at him, just as I was.
"Paul, man get up. Please just get up, don't die now." I was begging him to be alright, just like I had years ago to my former friend right before he died. I hadn't thought about Johnny in a long time. What if the same thing was about to happen to Paul.
Paul didn't respond to my pleadings. "Paul! Get up!" Williams cried. "Just got up, you aren't dying here. You are going to keep fighting, we are all going to keep fighting." Williams had just reached his breaking point, this was the first time I had ever seen him show that much emotion. To surprise me even more tears were falling down his face. Williams buried his face in his hands and started crying.
I looked down at my legs, for no apparent reason. Then looked over at Williams. He was still crying. I glanced over at Paul's body. Just laying there, his face was bloody and his hair was wet, water not blood. He must really have been in a lot of pain. I looked back down at my legs.
There was a coughing sound. I looked over at Williams to see him looking at me, neither one of us were the ones coughing. Our heads shot towards Paul. He was coughing up water. His eyes were still closed, from the way he looked I'm not even sure that he could even open his eyes. He raised his head and opened his eyes only a little and then shut them from pain.
"Paul are you okay?" I asked He shook his head and then winced in pain. "Paul, what happened?" I asked once again.
He looked over at me and said in a horse voice "pain, Ponyboy, pain. They…." He stopped mid sentence. Pain was written all over his face.
"It's ok Paul, just rest." Williams said to Paul and then shot me a look saying 'shut up'. I nodded.
I started working on my knot, but soon quit it wasn't coming undone. Paul was sleeping and Williams was sitting there looking at the wall. "Ponyboy do you have any family?" Williams asked me without looking away from the wall.
"Yes sir, two brothers." I answered. Why would he want to know, but he had his reasons, I guess.
Once again without looking away from the wall he spoke "what are there names and what about your parents."
"Sodapop and Darry, Darryl technically, my parents died in a car crash few years ago. Why do you ask?"
"No reason, I was just making conversation." Williams answered. He was still looking at the wall and then out of nowhere he said "I have a little sister, Amy. She's back home in Virginia. She was engaged when I left, I don't even no if she got married yet. I also have a wife, Sheryl and a little boy Chris. I was writing to them and the last thing I wrote to them was no matter what I was coming back. I always thought that was true, I always came back and now I don't know if I will be coming back or not." Williams hung his head. I just learned more about him then I ever thought I would.
We sat in silence until we each drifted off into an uneasy sleep.
I awoke to the sound of dreaded footsteps. Shit, who was going this time? I raised my head to see Paul still passed out and Williams looking at the wall. The footsteps approached and they once again opened the door to our prison. The big man looked at me and pulled out his knife and cut the ropes I had been working on, what a waste of time and energy.
"Ponyboy." Williams looked at me and I nodded to him, yelling wouldn't help. They walked me out peacefully. It looked like and underground tunnel that we were walking through. We walked pass a lot of places that looked like the places I had been in, so they had more Americans here?
They kept me walking until we arrived in a small room. They motioned for me to sit on the chair in the middle of the room. I did as told and they tied me to the chair. I sat there for a minute before 'he' walked in.
"So Mr. Curtis, are you ready?" He laughed and I didn't even look at him.
"What should I call the man who will probably ruin my life, and do you have more prisoners except for just the three of us?" I asked as cocky as I could.
"Fine, fine. You men are the only Americans that we have here, and you will be the only Americans if you give me the information that I need. Call me Duce everyone does." He smiled and looked over at me hoping that I would just spill everything I knew, which was very little.
"How about I call you something different, because you are not my leader."
"What is that you suggest Mr. Curtis?"
"I don't know I like douche, what do you think?' He hit me hard in the jaw. Shit.
"I'll ask you once what is America's tactic to win this war!" He asked me with more force in his voice.
"Go to hell!" I yelled and spat in his face. I really wish I hadn't. I felt a blow to the back of my head. It felt like a metal pipe. "Screw you!"
"Get me the water." 'Duce' commanded on of his men. They dunked a metal bucket in a large bucket of water. He handed it to the douche. The doused me with the water and then picked a severed wire. He first put on a rubber glove and then touched the wire to my chest. I could feel the electricity flowing through my body. I could feel my blood boiling and my organs sizzling. I was screaming as loud as I could. The pain was unbearable.
They pulled the wire away and looked at me. I leaned over in my chair and through up nothing, I hadn't eaten since I was put here. There were no contents in my stomach. I looked up at the smiling faces of my captures. "So would you like to tell us now?" He asked expecting the answer to be yes.
"Hell no." Once again they pressed the wire against my wet skin and once again I felt intense pain. I screamed and screamed. I wanted to escape and so I tried. Once they pulled the wire away I stood up from the chair (they forgot to tie my legs to the chair) and rammed it into them, it surprised them but because I was weak I couldn't hurt them much.
They jumped on me and pulled my down causing the ropes to snap, along with wrist. I screamed out in pain when I realized that my left wrist was broken.
They grabbed poles or something and beat me with them. I gave up. I surrendered.
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