Dead Survivor

Burns and Blood

I missed him. I just wanted to see him again. I couldn't bare the thought of him being in a ton of pain. "Why would I ever hurt him?" I thought out loud. "I can't handle this. He might become a weapon and it's my fault."

My heart raced and I couldn't take anymore of these moments. I pull with mighty force, but the restraints keep me still. After the crew left, I closed my eyes. The door creeped me out. I felt like anyone could just walk in and hurt me. At this point, I was scared Cato would come in.

"Cato. Cato. Cato. Cato" I said, repeating his name over and over again. A loud scream echoed through the empty halls. "CATO!" I said loudly, knowing that scream.

Snow walks in my room, unexpectedly. He unlocks my restraints, but immediately puts me in cuffs. "Come. I have something to show you," He said, " I need to show you to whom you hurt and what he has become." I stepped back, fighting his pulling grip.

"NO. NO." I say.

"Oh yes you will or you will be the one that hurts him even more." Even more? They are hurting him. We went down the hallowed halls, and the screams became more frequent.

"Don't kill him." I said, but he didn't hear me.

"Here you were. Look through this window." he began, "then I will let you in." Through the glass I saw an image that was never going to leave my mind. There was Cato, strapped to a table, bleeding. Yelling. Hurting. Suffering.

I almost fell the the floor but one of the guards caught me before I hit the floor. I looked through the glass again as the horror filled my eyes. There was an orange and red glow in the chamber. The room was also filled with a ton of machinery. They all looked like the devil made them himself. I counted thirty pieces of torture in all. One of them was a metal board that had cuffs on them where someone's ankles and wrists would be. It looked like a supersized griddle. The table was made of metal and sat above multiple fires. I could tell that they put them on there and just cook them to death. "I wish I could use that on some people." I murmured under my breathe so that Snow couldn't hear me. Another piece of torture was sitting in the corner. It looked like they chained someone to the wall and I couldn't figure it out what it did. I looked to the left of it and saw a rack of heavy metal objects sitting in a perfectly good row.

I looked in the center of the room and saw my life strapped to a chair. It was a cruel sight. Instead of chains they used heavy duty barbed wire and the chair was just like the table. Hot and metal with fire. His face was beaten and bruised. Worse than before. I gasped as I saw his bare chest painted with blood. Each time Cato struggled, they hit him harder, and each time, his eyes would squeeze tightly. When they opened, he looked at the window. He yelled something, but I couldn't hear it. I was too much in shock. A peacekeeper had a metal pole with a curved tip in his hands, and was walking towards the back of the room where a fire was burning. He stuck the pole in the fire for five minutes and walked back to Cato. He took the pole and touched him with it on his neck. I covered my ears as he screamed in pain. The tears streamed down my face as I sunk to the floor. Every time Cato kept caterwauling,I could tell that he was getting burned. I tried to calm down , but that would be like bringing the fallen tears back into my eyes. I didn't bother to stand up again. I couldn't bare to see him in so much pain. I had to do something but I couldn't. I was paralyzed with fear and just paralyzed physically.

I leaned myself against the wall as I tried to control my sobs but every time I tried more tears came from my burning eyes. I felt sick to my stomach. It was then that I threw up. Someone held my hair back but I didn't see who. I wished I was in Cato's arms, with him holding me tightly, telling me it wasn't real. But it was. This was the worst nightmare coming to life. I felt a sharp pain in my fore arm and started to get sleepy. I wanted to black out but I had to stay here with him. He needs me. I need him. I screamed as loud as I could. I kicked and slashed around, but soon, I grew weak and collapsed to the floor as more waves of burning tears poured out of my eyes. I layed on the floor in a pool of water and eventually fell asleep.