ISIS: The Agent [On Hold]

Chapter 8: Heartbroken

"Wake up! It's morning prayers time." whispered Batista, trying to shake Apex in an attempt to wake him up before the guards arrive.

"Hmmm... Leave me alone... Let me sleep... Please I beg of you... I didn't kill him... I swear..." low cries erupted from Apex taking Batista off guard.

"You really need to wake up man! The guards are coming. These guys will not let you sleep without praying if though you are not muslims." keeping a low voice Batista whispered almost near Apex's ears.

A loud buzz in every cell began to fill the noise in the atmosphere making Apex jump from his bed scared and terrified. Taking deep breathes trying to relax he looked to his left, Batista had his mouth hanging and eyes widened in shock.

"Never talk about this ever again! You hear me?!" roared Apex not meaning to scare Batista.
Having no voice to speak a simple nod came from Batista. "Good, now let's go kid. I have been trained to pray and you should to otherwise we will both be killed in this dungeon." smiled Apex as he pat Batista's head.

The lights suddenly went on, illuminating the whole campus. The bell buzzed and every cell had it's gate opened automatically. Several other man with different skin tones seemed to be going towards the corridor that led somewhere.

Following them, keeping his new found friend with him, Apex dashed through the large crowd of jail mates who he hadn't met yet. Passing by cells which had several injured man grunting in pain as they lay on the dirty floor filled with dirt and vomit while others had calm people standing up from their cell.

Various masked man rushed into the already packed like sardines corridor trying to slow down the prisoners.

Little by little every person went to through the corridor and came back. Their faces, hands, legs and hair having hint of water reminding him from his training that they were performing ablution for prayers.

His turn came and he kept an eye on Batista who seemed to be in deep thought as his eyes were fixed staring at a blank white wall.

"Let's go kid." elbowing him to motion him to follow.

Going through the white corridors, no sculptures or paintings hanging around simply a blank walls surrounding them, they reached to the basins.

All simple and white, broken in various places with cracks and bullet holes. The cold water poured with high pressure onto his skin as he opened the tap ready to perform ablution as he was taught in training.

Looking over other men who seemed to be doing the same. With the masked man watching over, the fear in their hearts was renown and every move they made, their eyes lingered towards the masked men.

Going back, a lot of carpets were spread out in lines with one rectangular cut out piece of carpet placed in front. One of the masked man who wore a simple white Arabian dress rose forward and stepped onto the carpet.

"Allahu Akbar" the prayers began.

"Assalamu Alaika Warahmatulahi Wabarakatu" the prayers ended.

The white dressed masked man rose from his feet and left through a white door with a small door knob passing through all the other guards who greeted him.

Every person went back to the cell as the bell began to buzz again. The guards came for a routine check up looking at each and every cell that was in the compound.
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*Cell Gate Opens*

The noise from the door woke Apex up. Opening his eyes, he stretched his arms and looked towards the cell wondering why there was no bell buzzing or any other noise.