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My head ached from one side to the other. The right side of my head was completely numb and I coudln't hear a damn thing. My blood pumped through my body trying to keep my slowly dying self alive. There was a gnarly gash from the grenade somewhere on my stomach that was still oozing.I could feel it. The shit ass enemy medic did the shittiest job bandaging me up when they found me.
Trying to roll over to my back was only met with pain. They had tied my arms behind me and dropped me in this prison busting up my face on the floor. As if taking a grenade to the body wasn't enough. A noise left my mouth that was somewhere between a groan and sigh. This triggered a coughing fit that only further exhausted me.
"молчание" A horse voice whispered to me. I coudln't turn my head to look at them but none of these fuckwits should know the mother langague. The fuzz in my brain kept me from telling who was in there. How many of us did they capture? I was ready to die on that battle field but here I was, a pathetic little worm bleeding out slowly. What would Father think?
"слова?" left my mouth as I tried to pull myself together. There was little no light in the damp cell. A small lantern light sat somewhere near the door but it didn't help much to make out faces or objects.
The silence dragged on… Too long. I asked the question and whoever was in the cell with me didn't respond. Hes a fucking plant. My breathing picked up as my anger rose. How dare they think they could trick one of us with their false use of our language. Lowly garbage. Discusting pigs. We knew what to fight for and to never give up or give in. They thought they could trick me?
The adrenaline kicked in my body, most likely my final fighting effort. With the last of my energy I turned my head to the bad side. Ignoring the pained that now radiated through my face, my one good eye looked at the figure in the corner. He was slouched down and covered in black. With as much venom and loathing my body could muster I hissed at him.
"Сволочь." Silence followed after my words. The figure didn't move at first but soon their piercing eyes caught the light as they finally looked back at me. He got to his feat without issue and walked toward me. His legged connect straight to my abdomen and white stained my vision. The immense pain flooded every nerve ending as my body connected with the stone wall.
"I told you his russian wasn't good enough to fool them," A voice spoke out somewhere before the world faded away. "This was a bad idea, just kill them." I could hear them talk but it was just noise to my ears. I coudln't process much of any input. The numbness from my face spread to the rest of my body. Something was leaking out of my mouth. I could feel it slide down my face. Was it drool or blood?
"Ghost, not yet. We are still missing men that we have good reason to believe are alive. This soldier could be very useful. Until they aren't." The deep voice echoed in the inclosed space as the men discussed what their plan was. At this point the coldness started to seep into my bones and joints. I was sure that all this talk was mute. Death was at the door and I wasn't going to keep it closed. I would never betray the Motherland. They wouldn't get anything from me.
"Not to interrupt your tea party but I think someones not gonna make it," was the last voice that filled my ears before the darkness took me.
The beeping kept my mind busy. I wasn't "awake" for the longest time, but I could hear the beeping. Sometimes I counted the beeps, but they were unending. The rest of the time, I used it as a sign that I didn't die in the prison like I should have. Like a good little soldier.
I didn't know how long I was in there, but it felt like weeks. When I was finally able to open my eyes, I found myself in a shitty medbay. I was in the far back corner of the long room. Other bodies were in the beds closest to the doors but they looked like enemy soldiers that also caught the bad end of the fight. A tall lanky women was looking after one and checking his vitals. The shit medic from the battlefield. The one that didn't let me die. I would kill her first given the chance.
Testing my body to see what worked and what didn't, I found my wrists and ankles double locked to something underneath the medbed. There was a blanked covering from chest down so I coudln't even see the locks to break them. Moving around I also found a strap of some kind around my stomach keeping me latched to the bed.
An alarm went off next to me, causing me to flinch. The tall women walked over and turned it off and looked down at me with disgust. Pulling my chart off the end table, she looked it over for a moment before finding a needle. I didn't get a chance to protest as the bitch stuck me in the arm and pulled out blood.
"Чтоб у тебя хуй во лбу вырос!" Left my lips and I spat on her. She recoiled from my spit but did nothing else but finish drawing my blood. Another soilder in the room walked over, hearing the commotion, and swiftly slapped me across my face. A noise left my lips as the slap really woke me up and brought me fully back to the living world.
"Shut your hole," His voice held as much hate as I felt toward him. Two enemies looking at one another.
"If you keep hitting her like that, you will break her jaw and then where would we be finding our allies?" The women spoke sternly to the man. This man was different then other soldiers I had seen on the battlefield, he wore a skull mask. He must need the help intimidating people. A snarking smirk kissed the edges of my lips as I perceived him as weak.
"Better listen to mommy little soldier," My russian accent thick as I hadn't spoken much english in my life. English was only used to fraternize with the enemy and soldiers at my level didn't need to know it.
Skull man looked at the medic as they nodded to one another. "Good to know you speak some english, that will make thing a lot easier for us." The women comments with her own little smile as she got what she wanted.
My nose crinked in disgust. How could I be so stupid as to speak to them. Any joy I had gotten from pushing the man had lost me a lot of ground. I was pissed at myself but I wouldn't let them get another upper hand on me. Turning my head away from the two, I contemplated my escape or suicide.
A sharp pain spread through my foot. I tried to kick but i was tied down. A gasp left my mouth as I saw skullmask with his hand on my foot. He just broke one of my toes. Biting down on my lip, I glared at my enemy.
"Enough Ghost, you can play with her later in interrogation. Now get out of my bay," The medic crossed her arms. The man known as Ghost simply left without another word. Medic shook her head and looked at my foot. After realigning, she put a bandage on it and walked away.
I was in danger. I was prisoner in an enemy camp. I had to escape, one way or another….
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Молчание - Silence
Слова - words/the words
Сволочь - bastard/scumbag/what the cat dragged ins
"Чтоб у тебя хуй во лбу вырос!" - "May a dick grow on your forehead."