Martin the Last Necron

Chapter 7 ( Trapped )

Martin's head was pounding when he finally awoke. Opening his eyes, it looked to still be dark outside. With just a hint of light from the torch close by, he could see that he is in some sort of cage. He tried to sit up and found his hands and feet were shackled to the wall. With his body aching all over from the position he slept in, he tried to adjust himself the best he could. His left shoulder was really hurting because he had slept on his left side. At least he felt more alert from the sleep he had gotten. How long was he asleep, he wondered.  After finally getting settled into a position that didn't hurt as much, he scanned the area. 

He spotted Adal in another cage not too far away. It looked as though Adal was still sleeping, or at least he hoped he was. Martin could also see the four soldiers off a distance chatting in front of a small campfire. But where was Ragnor he thought. Although he couldn't see him, Martin was sure he was around somewhere. What was Martin to do, he was now captured and sentenced to death and he was the only hope to saving the world. Why was he the only hope to saving the world he wondered. Adal was supposed to explain to him why, but never got the chance to. Now here he is, the worlds only hope, powerless and locked up. Stop that, he told himself. It does you no good to feel sorry and whine, it will only make matters worse. 

One of the soldiers came over to his cage. "So the criminal is finally awake. I was told to feed you even though I'd prefer not to. Tossing some chewed up pheasant bones in his cage the soldier said, "Here are some scraps dog, enjoy." Laughing as he walked away.

"What do you think Ragnor would say to you treating me like this?" Martin said quickly.

"Ragnor would treat you worse if he were here." The soldier replied, walking back to join his comrades.

So, Ragnor is not here Martin thought to himself. At least now there were only four of them to deal with. But what is he supposed to do. It probably wouldn't matter if there was just one to deal with, he couldn't think of any way to escape. Trying to think of something, anything, he remembered the knife. Looking down, he noticed the knife was no longer there. They had taken it. Shit, not my father's knife he cursed. I can not die here he told himself, not when this world is counting on me. What good am I dead. I have to do something, he thought. 

He looked up and noticed that the hinges in the wall, his hands were chained to, looked to be pretty worn. Martin reached up, took a firm grip of the chain that was on his right hand, then took a deep breath and pulled with all his might. He felt it give just a little, so he took another breath and pulled again. The hinge in the wall broke free whipping forward, hitting the ground, and making a loud clanging noise. Martin quickly picked up the hinge and replaced it back in the wall, hoping it would look as if it was still secure. Just as he almost finished getting it back in place, the four soldiers came running up to his cage. Leaving the hinge hanging halfway out Martin spun around as to look like he never moved.

"What was that noise." One of the soldiers said looking at Martin.

"It came from over there." Martin said, nodding his head towards Adal's cage, hoping it was dark enough they wouldn't notice the broken hinge.

The four soldiers gave Martin suspicious looks, and then headed over to inspect Adal's cage. Martin sighed with relief and quickly finished putting the hinge back in place. Over at Adal's cage the four men inspected Adal and found nothing out of the ordinary. So waving it off as nothing, they headed back to their campfire and resumed their chatter. Keeping an eye on the four men, Martin reached up and took a firm grip of the chain on his left hand. With both arms, he pulled with all his might and the hinge broke free, but this time he was ready and caught it in time so not to make any noise. With both arms free he tried to break the hinges that bound his feet. But no matter how hard he tried they wouldn't budge. The pain in his shoulder was really getting to him now.