Bloodrage

Chapter Two

It was a distinct type of pain, as I recall. 

The type where you wake up at three in the morning; a drily parched throat clawing through the grinds of your mouth, the guffawing headache that's gnawing at your mind first, head second, and the trembling ache that plagues your soul above anything else. 

The last time I felt like this there was a wafting drawl of cigarette butts stinging the air, and clinging to it the freshly nicked scent of a cologne perfumed just minutes before. Possibly minutes before the mysterious figurine ducked out of the house; admitting his cowardice to bid adieu and abandoning whatever hope I might have had with him. 

A thick, darkened sack gnawed at my eyes, or maybe a fresh dose of flesh bacteria, I wasn't quite sure yet. Sounds emitted from my right, both hypnotic and prude; seeming to judge me through garbled moans and sopping sighs. It mocked me, insulting "You have no idea the truth." 

Vorbesc was wrong, toying with me for some forgotten ploy at righteousness, and then stranding us the latter of death; suffering. 

I wheezed out a vibrating seizure, and used my posture to deduct that I was sitting up, in some metal spring-trap, violently cuffed to chains that berated the skin beneath them. My uniform lay intact, spattered with the sweat I denounced, but my guns were bereftly acknowledged, and swiftly taken away in my meager state. 

I was irrevocably screwed. 

Footsteps eerily croaked through the silence of my blindness, and whispers from forty feet away were decipherable, and that's when I knew that something had changed.

"Where did you find them?" A broad male inquired. Intriguing skips in his steps made me assume he was younger; jittery. Unable to withstand the raging hormones that enticed the glands of his body, he hopped and skipped gracefully over the surface; excited, ravenous and enhanced. 

"Less than a mile off the Leer compound. They got closer than we thought it as possible, but we still found them intoxicated." A harsh woman spoke. Whatever organization had enough deferrable cause to pick me up, I knew she was the blonde, icy type that had gotten where she had because she'd taken out a room of men just using her fingernail. 

In my line of work, it's safe to say you can tell by the way they speak, and the way they walk. I could have bet she was a full-fledged Russian too. 

"You don't think they employed the-" the male had dare to propose, but the strict woman briefly clipped him off with a sassy undertone of sarcasm.

"Gee Ricochet, why the Hell do you think we're here?" 

Here. It meant we were still close to the compound of Leer. They hadn't transferred us to their main campus, and we weren't retreated forever into the unbeknownst safety of another base. They had to come witness to us.

"Let's see what we're working with, shall we?" The man joked; an obvious and niched comedian, before a brilliant gunshot sparked through the sockets of the sack covering my face. Tearing off the eye holes with an unseen force, I was hostilely shoved into a paragon of blinding light.