The sound of blood pumping through my ears deafened me. Chills rippled through my body and I let out a small groan. I couldn't open my eyes as a blindfold was wrapped around my head concealing whatever other horrors were just beyond the fabric. I could feel my skin stretch and the cuts that had started to heal crack open once again. The familiar warm liquid flowed down on cut that was made on my stomach and made a fresh pool over top of the already hardened blood. I forced myself to take deep breaths I could hear something clog my throat and tried to clear my through but it didn't work and I ended up choking. A small wave of pain seared across my body as I tried to adjusted my position, I could hear something rip and immediately stop wondering what it was. Silent tears rolled down my cheeks and darkened the cloth as another unbearable layer of pain took hold of me.

Then suddenly, there was a loud bang!

I tried to move but I was still bounded tightly to the examination table and I gritted my teeth as I felt more cuts open.

Bang!

I was wondering who it could be, Mahone possibly trying to make me jumpy and scared. To be honest it was working. The shots seemed to get louder and every time the gun went off I jumped in fear. I could hear people outside and then heard something clatter across the ground –

"Grenade!"

What? Glass exploded into the room and I instinctively tried to protect myself but once again couldn't move (of course). I heard heavy footsteps coming towards me and the door open.

"Grab Buchanan," a loud gruff voice said.

I struggled as I could feel their gloved hands grasping the buckles and then bang, bang! I could feel deadweight land on me and I panted for air. What the fuck just happened? I struggled to get up but then realized that who ever were trying to release me only were able to get one of the straps around my chest undone before dying. I heard someone groan in pain and realized that someone was still alive. Bang! Hot squirts of blood splattered onto my face and the rest of my naked body. Softer footsteps entered the room and shuffled towards me. I laid perfectly still hoping that the shooter would think that he had accidentally hit me, with all the blood on me but it didn't work as I felt the straps being released. By accident the shooter pinched the skin on my chest as he tried to undo it.

"Sorry," he muttered.

Sorry? I never heard that before from anyone except Michael who had said that to me along time ago when we were still back in prison. The shooter took a few steps back and I attempted to get up but realized that my ankles, wrists and head were still strapped in. I would wriggle my fingers and move around a bit more but I was still stuck.

"What the fuck do you want?" I growled, I was in no mood.

"I just want to know that you won't attack me once I free you," the shooter said, his voice was slightly familiar I couldn't really place on where I heard it.

"I promise," I said fresh tears sprung from my eyes. I didn't really listen to him as the word free replayed over and over in my head. I could feel the ankles and wrists being undone and finally my head. Yet I stayed there.

"Their all undone," the shooter said.

I slowly raised my hands and then placed them on the blindfold, the fabric was wet with tears and blood. I tried to pull it off but the shooter stopped me.

"The head light is still on," he said, "it'll damage your retinas."

I wanted desperately to take the blindfold off but I could feel a gloved hand touch me and I flinched.

"It's alright," he said and I heard the glove being slipped off. A zipper was undone and something was unraveled and gently placed around me.

"It's a housecoat," the shooter said helping me into it. The cotton was nice against my cold skin. "We don't have time to treat your wounds so we'll do it when we get home free."

I still didn't reply because I was unsure of what to say.

"Please follow me."

The shooter gently placed a protective arm around me and led me out of the room where I had being tortured for god knows how many days.

I was still in bare feet but I ignored the pain and allowed the shooter to guide me through the maze. I smelt smoke and walked over one or two large chunks of concrete. I could just imagine dead guards, the blood and brains splattered across the hall. As we continued to walk I heard a click and knew that it was over when the shooter took out a gun and shot although this time it wasn't as loud. I then realized that he had placed a silencer on for my sake.

"Thanks," I whispered.

"No problem."

We continued walking until he guided me to wherever the entrance was.

"We're going outside," the shooter said, "don't worry we're literally in the middle of nowhere and you are safe now. I have a van here and I'm going to put you in the back."

The shooter opened the door and I felt a hot breeze blow in. At first it was welcoming but then it became overwhelming and the shooter noticed my discomfort.

"Quickly," he said wrapping his arm around my shoulder protectively and then I heard a click. The sound of a door opening and I was gently helped in.

"Is that 'im?" a new voice asked who ever it was speaking had a slight British accent.

"Yes," the shooter said closing the door behind himself I could feel something slither across my chest and I immediately fought back but the person who's voice I didn't recognize gently grabbed my wrists and said, "It's okay, it's just a seatbelt to keep you safe. You won't believe the roads out 'ere."

I relaxed slightly but still had my guard up.

"I'm going to put sunglasses on you now," the shooter said, "the windows are tinted so this should give you extra protection."

I nodded my understanding and I could feel the blindfold slip from my face. I squeezed my eyes shut until I could feel the sunglasses slip onto my face.

"You can open you're eyes now."

I was hesitant but did as I was told and I looked around the van. I was sitting on a mattress that was roughly bent into a seating position. Medical boxes were piled neatly in the corner along with a cooler that I assumed had food and water. I turned to my left to see a man close to my age except maybe a few years younger and his hair was literally spiked in all directions.

" 'ello," he said giving me a small nod.

I nodded back and then turned to my right and gasped at who I saw.

"Great to see you again cellie," Seth Hoffner nodded.