Hi everyone :) Here's Chapter Five! I was up till 3.40am last night finishing this, and I checked over it this morning, adding in little bits and correcting mistakes that I made whilst trying to write when I was so tired. But its done! :) I have a lot of school work to complete before the holidays end, and so I'm not sure when my next update will be, but I'll try really hard to get one in before school starts again. Also, I might not be able to update as frequently when school starts again, but I will try extremely hard to update every week! :)
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I woke to find myself lying on a hard, rough mattress -covered with stains and discolouration – in the corner of a small, dark room. I slowly rolled up into a sitting position, my eyes adjusting to the darkness, focusing on the brighter crack of light peering in from underneath the door. The room was silent – nothing but the sound of my heavy breathing. The air was cold, and stung sharply at the cut on my head – it was a large cut, but not particularly deep – and I reached up to feel my forehead, encrusted with my dry blood.
The silence of the room enabled me to hear the slow paced footsteps from behind the door, as they grew louder and louder, until the door unlocked and swung open, to reveal a very large, tall man.
My breath caught in my throat, and my heart thudded loudly in my ears, making the room seem much louder than the previous silence. The man turned around to lock the door, and flicked a small switch, causing the room to dimly light up as a small bulb above the door buzzed to life.
He then turned around, and took a few slow steps towards me. He towered over me.
"Jessica Mastriani," he said in a deep, accented voice. It wasn't a question, but I gulped and nodded slightly.
"Wh-who are you?" I asked, trying to keep down the lump that I now felt rising in my throat.
"My name is Azar Rahimi," he said, staring down at me menacingly. "You might remember me? You found me and my companions in a cave last year. Ruined our plans completely."
I swallowed hard. Why hadn't I just listened to Kranzt in the first place?
I could try and explain to him – explain how I was only doing my job. I mean, we were in a war after all. And the FBI had told me - promised me - that I could be saving innocent lives, if I just helped them find the terrorist hiding spots. But I doubted he would listen. I doubted he would care.
"What do you want with me?" I asked in almost a whisper, although I was pretty sure I already knew.
"Revenge," he stated bluntly, "All our carefully thought out plans were ruined by your stupid physic ability. We spent months working out how to escape from the imprisonment you put us in. So much effort and pain. But, it will all be worth it to see your blood shed before us all."
My breathing quickened, coming out in fast, heavy puffs, and my heart thumped frantically against my chest, as the reality of what he was saying sunk in. I was going to die. There was no doubt about it.
Azar quickly turned, and left the room, securing the door on his way out.
So I was going to die. I thought about this, wondered how they would kill me – simple gunshot to the head, or something that involved intense suffering? I guessed it would probably be the second option.
My thoughts strayed to my family. How would they react if I were to be killed? My parents would be devastated, of course, but what worried me most was the prospect of my brother, Douglas's reaction. He had never exactly been normal, what with having schizophrenia, but he was just starting to sort his life out, to get over it. And I was pretty sure that something such as the death of a sister was probably something that could push him over the edge, and cause him to have an 'episode', as the doctors called it.
My thoughts strayed again, imagining the future that I would now probably never have. I would never get to start my job as a music teacher. I would never have kids. I wouldn't even be able to get married to Rob.
Rob. His face appeared in my mind, and my heart ached sharply as I thought of how much I would miss him. I thought about what he would be doing now – probably worried sick, searching for me no doubt. Why hadn't I just told him? Why had I been such an idiot?
I thought about how he would react, to my death, and how much it would mess him up. Cold tears filled my eyes, blinding my view, as I thought about how much pain I was going to cause him if I let these people kill me. He didn't deserve that. Nobody did.
I let the cold tears run down my face, as I sat in silence in the dim light. I heard faint footsteps from behind the door, getting louder as they got closer. I didn't bother to reach up and wipe my tears away. I didn't care. A tall, but skinnier man entered the room, carrying a thin plastic tray. His eyes were soft, his features less daunting than the first man, but he spoke with a stern voice.
"Eat this." He ordered, kneeling down to place the tray in front of me. I stared down at the tray with disbelief. They were feeding me. Had they poisoned the food? Surely not – they lusted for my blood. This kind of death wouldn't be painful enough.
"Wh-Why? Why don't you just kill me now?" I choked out. "I don't understand."
His expression grew hard, and he spoke to me, hatred thick in his voice. "You made us suffer. Now you will do the same. To kill you now would be letting you off too easy. You need to experience the true meaning of fear and suffering. Which means keeping you alive for a while."
And with that, he turned, and walked back out of the door. I stared down at the tray placed at my feet. There was a small roll of bread, and half a cupful of dirty looking water. I reached out and picked up the roll, biting into it quickly. It was stale, but it was still food, and I ate it gratefully, suddenly determined to stay alive as long as possible. Maybe, if I could just stop them from killing me too quickly, I could work out a way to escape. All I knew was that I wouldn't let Rob go through the pain of my death. Not without a fight.
I studied my surroundings as I ate. There were no windows, and the only exit seemed to be the large door at the other side of the room. There was no place to hide either, to jump out at an unsuspecting guard that came through the door. I wondered how big the building that I was being kept in was. If I did manage to escape from my room, would I even be able to find my way out of the building? And how many other terrorists were hiding here? Would I be able to sneak past them, or would they spot me the minute I was loose?
The dry bread scratched my throat as I swallowed, so I grabbed the dirty water and gulped it down, until the cup was bone dry. I briefly inspected the plastic tray, wondering if I could use it to my advantage, as a weapon, but it looked too thin to be able to cause much damage – it would probably just snap. I would have to use my fists – not that I objected to this fact, as I had always been a little hasty with them in the past, and I was actually pretty good at physical fighting. But then, I supposed Azar or any of his other friends would be too. After all, they had trained for years in terrorist death camps.
I set the tray aside and listened to the calming silence of the room. I would find a way out of this mess. I had to.
I heard faint footsteps again, growing louder as they got closer to the door, and I sighed in slight irritation. Couldn't they just leave me alone for a while? I couldn't think up an escape plan if I kept being interrupted. I needed to be alone, to consider every last aspect of escape. It wasn't something I could afford to mess up, or I would pay with my life.
I listened for the footsteps, and my heart sped up slightly as I noticed how these footsteps weren't slow and calm like the previous sets – they were fast, like someone was sprinting towards the door. My hands clenched into tight fists, my knuckles turning white, as I tensed, waiting for the person to reveal themselves.
The door slammed open with one quick motion, to reveal the sight of someone that made my heart thrum frantically in my chest.
Rob. He had found me.
His eyes, panicked, stared into mine as he quickly ran across the distance of the room, grabbed my shoulders, and dragged my lips up towards his.
He hadn't meant to. Kiss me, I mean. But the panic and happiness of our reunion seemed to be too overpowering for him.
His lips crushed mine, so different from his usual gentle kisses – more panicked, and aware that we were running out of time. His hands pulled my body against his, until every part of my body was pressed up against him in a tight embrace. I grabbed at his t-shirt, pulling him even closer, needing the feel of his warm body against mine.
It only lasted a second, but to me it felt like hours. He pulled apart, and whispered in a quick, panicked voice, "Let's go."
I didn't need any persuading. I grabbed his hand tightly, and we spun around to make our exit out of the large door.
Only to draw to an immediate stop, as we noticed the large, tanned male, standing at the door, brandishing a huge, black gun in his large hands.
"Well, look what we got here," he chuckled, leaning casually against the doorframe, pointing the menacing gun in our direction. "Going somewhere?"
Well, that's all for Chapter Five, hope you enjoyed :) If you have time to review, please do, because I love getting them, and they help me write more :) I'll try and get Chapter Six up as soon as possible :) Thanks, x