Ghosts of the Past (A Call Of Duty: Ghosts Fanfiction)

Chapter Twenty Six

Following the younger soldier in a hurry, we rounded the different courtyards to a main exit. He explained to the posted guards what was happening and that they had to allow me through. They obliged but not easily.

    "I tried to tell them to not mess with him, but they didn't want to listen."

    I muttered an acknowledgment as we went down the makeshift steps of the prison. The smell was more horrid than before. Poor Riley had been stuck in here for the entire time I'd been topside. As much as I tried, there hadn't been a way to get him out yet and guards made it nearly impossible to visit him.

    "What's this—"

    Sudden a harsh slam came to the back of my head. I tumbled down the last couple of steps, rolling and landing flat on my stomach on the hard ground of the prison cell. Riley started barking and I lifted my head to understand my surroundings.

    Spots were filling my vision, which was now blurry and spinning. I managed to count four other bodies within the room, all of them standing and stalking forward from the shadowed parts of the prison. One of them was the pathetic face of Silas.

    "You pathetic and stupid woman," he spat at me, circling me as I pushed myself back to my feet—still dizzy and uncoordinated.

    "What do you want Silas?"

    "You laid hands on me, and now it's my turn to do the same to you. In front of that mutt. After I'm done with you he'll be next."

    I raised my chin, coming to a little more and seeing the other three men had come closer in order to trap me. I knew I could take Silas with my training, but four against one was not in my favor.

    "That won't fly with your superiors."

    "Don't worry, we'll make it look like you were done with everything. You took out the dog before you took out yourself. You're both out of misery. Or maybe you lost it on me when I tried to stop you from killing the mutt and I had to defend myself."

    "That's kind of you," I looked pointedly at him. "Bold of you to assume misery stops at death."

    "Right, since a little cunt like you would go straight to Hell."

    I continued with attacking the mind, trying to come up with something in the meantime. "I appreciate that. I'm glad you recognize your fellow neighbor in Hell."

    Silas let out a gurgled, angry grunt and then charged forward. He was sloppy and uneven in his steps. I stepped to the side and pushed him with his momentum, shoving him into the hard wall of the prison room. The crack made the others wince and let out grunt of pain for their comrade. I righted myself and carefully positioned myself so I could see all of them, training that I did have from the Ghosts kicking in.

    "Grab the bitch," Silas spat, blood pouring from a huge gash in his face.

    I attempted to dodge the movements of the three other men as they came toward me. Naturally and pathetically, they were able to detain me in the three to one odds and grab my wrists. One of them kneed my abdomen, causing my breath to leave rapidly. I coughed and fell to my knees.

    Riley started barking consistently and loudly, jumping back and forth in an attempt to show his frustration. I glanced to him and wiggled harshly in the grasps of the two men who held me. The third circled and helped Silas right himself, then he grabbed a tool off a makeshift table in the room.

    "You will regret this."

    I wiggled once more, trying to get out of the grasps of my captors. "I'm not sure how if I'm dead. You really are dumb aren't you?"