A series of Scars

In the Dark

When he finally removed my rice sack, I was in a dimly lit cavern lit via a campfire.There are ten of us, the man who saved my life wasn't there. Polar was roughly three meters away from me,the granite ground and walls cool to the touch.I see no way out of this cave system.
   I was able to make features out of the others in this light.The leader had a few blood vessels popping from his head.A beet red face,tattered shirt on his body.The injured guy was shirtless, long dark hair covering his face.Another person had dark eyes that looked cracked, broken and I realized the reason for his despair.
  The faint breathing of Polar was a relief.A light breeze ran through the caverns,stirring a large Asian man to stand up.The crates' paint fading to a muck covered turquoise fading like the memories of my youth.
   A foreign person walking towards our camp,spry and youthful was filled with the boundless energy of youth.He ran up to the man with the furious face and began whispering in his ear.I gazed around, scouting my surroundings.Whispering to the boy with the long hair.
 " I'm sorry for the death of the other guy, yet if you help me free myself, and the injured guy then I could grant you any wish you want."His voice cracked voice, cracking from despair and the pubescent voice"Why should I?You killed my brother,he was all that's left from my family!"I gaze at the muddy walls, blood stains in them.
   He took a sickle and told me"Your dead to me!The world's dead to me! I'll kill you dead!I won't stop 'til my revenge comes!"I try moving my hands, incapable to do so.The red faced guy steps closer to me as someone puts the fire out.
  A meaty hand like ham grabs me by the throat, strangling me.fists begin pummeling me as I hear Polar cough.An indistinct shouting until someone maniacally laughs telling me"One of the other westerners has been captured,a man filled with fury.Who do you work for?!!!"His descent into madness unnerving.
   The cracking of fists over my body, in my abdomen, face and throat bringing back memories of my years as a prisoner of war.Tears welling in my eyes as the pain swarms my head. The fierce voice of the leader "STOP!"I'm picked up, the chair bought upright once more.
   A cascade of pain raining upon my tanned body,feeling blood dripping over my flesh and bone.A loud hiss coming from where the fire was,my emotions perplexing my mind.I don't know whether to be relieved that they found another operative or not.
    The quiet dripping of blood upon the granite ground, slosh of the mud was eerily deafening.A few loud engines coming from a far distance echoed by explosions.Footsteps recede into the darkness,the scent of spoiled fish buried in feet of fecal matter invades my nostrils.
  A gravelly voice begins speaking to me"Should I tell someone to drown the other guy into mud until his final breath escapes his lungs?"A billow of wind comes from both directions the explosions came.
  I stare at my captor "Name's Albert Albertson of  the Canadian Forest Rangers, unit fifteen." Purposely speaking in psuedo Canadian.I grin knowing that that was a lie.A cold blade frees my hands and feet.