Trident Trials: The Glimmer

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen

I awoke with a searing pain in the back of my head. My vision was blurry and my ears were ringing. I was trying to orient myself and get a hold of my bearings, but I wasn't able to. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to breathe for a second, and then reopened them. My vision was clearing a little, and I began taking in my surroundings. I tried to move and quickly discovered that was not possible. They bound my hands to the arms of a chair, as were my feet. I looked up and saw one of the enemy soldiers standing in front of me. We were in a well-lit room with one light hanging from the ceiling. There were no cameras or markings or anything else on the wall to help me identify anything around me.

"What are you doing here?" He asked. All the while standing directly in front of me. I tried to make out any details of his face, but his mask covered it up completely. It was sheer black and almost glimmery, and not anything that I could see through. I wasn't sure how to respond to him, so I said the first thing that came to my mind, "I got lost?". Even though I couldn't see any facial expression, I could tell immediately that he didn't believe me. I wasn't sure how I was going to get out of this situation, but I knew I messed up on that cliff-side. The only thing that I could hope for was that Rex had seen me get hit and taken and would come and assist me.

The guard left the room and close the door loudly behind him. I wondered if they were going to be sending in somebody else next to try a different tactic to get information out of me. I hoped not. My pain tolerance was pretty capable, but I didn't know if mentally I could take the torture and still be able to function how I wanted to for the rest of the week. I'd never been in a situation like this before and wasn't even sure that was how people like this did things. Again, there wasn't a ton of reference for what enemies would look like for trade, or even how they would act. And after only several minutes of observing them, there wasn't a lot about the base that told me what kind of mentality they would have.

As these questions were going through my mind, I notice that it had been several minutes since anybody else had come back to the room and thought that was strange since the first guy only asked me one question one time and then left. Surely that couldn't have been the entire ordeal. I continued to sit there and wait and what felt like several hours passed. The sun that had been shining in through the crack at the bottom of the door had gone. This is a good sign that it had at least been a little while and still there had been no appearance from anyone. Even though I preferred not to be interrogated or anything else crazy, I still found it strange and worrisome that nobody had been back in the room to bother me.

The class that we took put a ton of emphasis on escaping. No matter what, you were to escape. The chair that I was in was the thing holding me back the most. I tried to slam myself down on the floor, to no avail. Of course, I didn't swing that hard, but I didn't want to get hurt. Thinking about it, I was in the simulation and getting hurt would not be permanent, but it still scared me to do it. There must be another way out. While looking around the room, I saw a sharp edge on the desk that looks like it is sharp enough to cut the ropes. I scooted over to the edge and began trying to cut my way free. This didn't work either. I sat back in my seat and continued to just wait.

The longer I sat there, the more bored I became. I decided maybe it would be a good idea to release myself from the bonds that held me. Without a knife or anything sharp to cut the ropes, I knew that the only way that this was going to happen was if I broke the chair. I tried this already, but I didn't give it my full effort. I am sure that if I gave it one hundred percent and didn't worry about hurting myself, I could do it. It didn't look like a sturdy chair, so I figured I had a good chance of smashing it if I could get enough momentum. The troublesome part would be to gain that momentum without the ability to use my feet. I slowly rocked back and forth, trying to build up that momentum without losing my balance and knocking the chair over before I was sure I would be capable of at least cracking the chair. On the last swing, I threw all my body weight down as hard as possible and heard the chair splinter.