Pandora's End

Chapter 5: Taken To The Unknown (Unedited)

I wake up horrified to find my hands bound together and my eyes blindfolded with what seems like some kind of cotton bag on my head. The light of day trying it's hardest to push through the thick fog that constantly covers the sky slightly shining through the bag, I feel the vibrations of whatever's carrying me moving over bumps and rubble and the sounds of hooves clip clopping in a rhythmic pattern. I'm terrified, I feel tears of sweat run down from my forehead making this bag become really hot and steamy inside making it hard for me to catch my breath. Someone whispers something on my right, my head perks up,

"Where the fuck am I?" I exclaim. "Who are you people?"

"Somebody shut him up before they hear us" A voice coming from behind me instructs,

"Who are you?! What do you want from me?" I ask with a desperate tone to my voice

"I bloody told one of you to sort him out, don't make me ask again!" the voice from behind me now demanded, the last noise I hear is a cracking sound as a cold, hard object hits me in the back of the head knocking me out once more.

Waking up again I find myself in a dreary cold damp and dark cell, the walls riddled with mould and the small bars rusted. I get off my back and sir up and lean one of my arms on my already bent up knee as I scan the room to see exactly where I am, I haven't seen this place before and hadn't ever expected to either, I am a good man as Ashley would have always told me and I have never belonged in a place such as this. The only people in the world who I've heard stories about that still have prisons are the new world military and the old world military, even the rebellion did not have prisons which is a somewhat scary thought about being captured by the rebellion because you know if they capture you and take you away it would be the inside of a cell you will be stand in, it'll be in the sight of a firing squad but I guess everyone has their opinions on how things should be done. back to the matter in hand, this was not a military prison, nor was it even in use unless I was thrown in the most dirty wet cell possible, no this prison looks to have been abandoned for a very long time, I take in a deep breath of the damp, musky air and stand to my feet walking over to the bars of the cell and placing my hands on them. Why am I here I say to myself, what have I done to deserve to be put in this cell, or even knocked out in the first place? I have so many questions and little to no answers.

"Hello, is anyone there?" I shout out hearing the echo of my voice bounce from wall to wall until it slowly fades away leaving the sound of nothing but dripping water from the leaking ceiling.

The noise of metal locks clanking comes echoing down the corridor causing my awareness to rise as I get up close to the bars again so I can see close up who my captors are coming down the corridor opposite my cell. I hear footsteps coming down from the pitch black corridor to reveal the lining of a man in the darkness,

"Who are you" The figure calls out.

"Who am I?" I exclaim. "Who the hell are you?"

"Where did you come from? Where is your people?" the figure asks.

"You aren’t getting jack shit from me until you tell me why you're holding me captive here against my will in this, well what can you even call it? A pit?" I guess I probably let my mouth run a little too much sometimes but I'm scared, I don't want to be here, I've just lost the only person who means anything to me anymore and I should be mourning her but instead am being tortured mentally here right now.

"Give us the answers we're looking for and you can come out of your cell, if you refuse to co-operate with us you will die down here, you realise this don't you?" The main shouts as he slowly steps forwards out of the darkness revealing his features. He has black and grey slick black hair, grey stubble, quite wide apart eyes, his arms were folded, showing his tattoo's and large scars all over them. He has a leather jacket on with no sleeves as they've looked to have been ripped off, he's also wearing worn out trousers that looked to have once been black but have now gone grey and almost white at the knee's where they've been scrapped and rubbed on the floor.