Constantinople's Cherry

III - 30. Hatalar

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Previous trigger warnings applies, graphic depiction.

Work of fiction LOOSELY based on Historical background.

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Helpless. Serkan Baltayan felt helpless. He had thought that they would be shipped to Greece, and finally, it would all end. But instead, they seemed to walk unendingly, exactly like in 1915, for his part, more than then. It had been weeks on the
roads.

Troops were horrible, Serkan couldn't  even express the shock of everything he had seen and witnessed. Women were raped and his hands were tied, unable to help them. Children were hit and he couldn't do anything.

He hated his helplessness, but he was not the fifteen years old young boy anymore. After everything, after Eda's betrayal, he only had one purpose, saving as many innocents as he could, he didn't care if it was at the peril of his own life.

Every night, in the dark, he released some captives, even in the days, he played tricks on the troops, distracted them and helped children flee whenever they passed by a village.

This lasted a few weeks, but soon enough, the troops that kept steady count of the captives, began noticing that some just went missing. No dead. Because ofcourse, they could find the bodies of the deads, see them.

And reviewing the list over and over, it didn't take them long to identify his profile, as a former member of the organisation. They took him at gunpoint to some military base, Serkan could not make out his surrounding now, and to an underground cave.

It was full of humidity and smelled rancid, he was beaten again, badly, all night. To the point his vision blurred, this time, a full investigation was made on him. They questionned him about Mustafa Yıldız's death.

About his role in the organisation. They wanted names. Serkan would give none, he didn't speak a word, not one word. No matter how bad the torture got, because now they inflicted wounds, and rubbed salt in his bleeding flesh. He lost track of time. But the torture lasted weeks. Weeks where he was given very little to eat, next to nothing.

When he was in a shape he could barely stand, because of the beatings and torture, they send him on the roads of deportation again, to torture him, and even in his state, Serkan made children escape this hell.

So again, as soon as he would heal, they would take him aside again and torture him for truth. They wanted names in the organisation, names Serkan would never give.

He was ready to die for his nation, and he deserved it too. After everything, he deserved it all.

He shouldn't have loved a woman that betrayed him, betrayed his people, send his sister to her death. The guilt of that was so big that Serkan almost welcomed the pain, he deserved the suffering, he dederved every blow. It would always pale next to what they did to Naïri.

Today, it was a sick investigator that had done his job quite well, and that was particularly extremist. In his words, he wanted to go after every collaborator. And it was Eda's name he took.

"Eda Yıldız, what was your relationship with her ? How much did you force her and manipulate her ? And how much was her own doing ?? If she betrayed her nation, by Allah, she will pay!!" He had shouted.