The Commander's Legacy - MxM

Chapter 6 - Pawns on a battlefield

---External POV---

The doors swayed open, drawing the attention of the two men who where standing near a table in the center of the dimly lit room. The male that entered the room looked at the table and smiled sinisterly at the prisoner laying on top of it, hands cuffed to the sides and a cloth draped over his face.

"Marcus," the man spoke sternly, looking on as one of the other males in uniform continued with emptying the bucket full of water on top of the prisoner's face. "We still need him to be able to tell us what we want. Dead men can't speak, now can they?"

Marcus sighed and stepped back when the bucket was empty, ignoring the gurgles and struggled breaths that gasped through the room as he stood in position. His comrade offered him a wicked smirk before they stepped back and aimed the light on the victim's face, cranking the lights up just as their leader pulled the cloth of the prisoner's face.

The young man's face was battered and grimy as he coughed up gulps of water, winching at the intensity of the lights. He tried to turn his head away but couldn't, as it was strapped securely on the table.

"What- where..." he coughed again, gagging at the sensation of air coursing through his windpipe instead of the steady flow of water like a few seconds ago. The young guy was disorientated, confused and above all, exhausted from the interrogations.

He tried to peer past the sharp lights to look at the faces of his captors but couldn't see them, though he knew that he wasn't an ordinary prisoner of war; the men that captured him where the men he had trusted his life with, his fellow soldiers and superiors.

"We want to know what information you've recovered for the former commander known as 'Mother'. You're going to tell us everything we want to know, even if it takes us years of your miserable little life to get all the details out of you." The newcomer stated in a cold, almost detached voice, as if it didn't bother him to think of ways to make the prisoner's life a complete hell.

The young man paled though, as he recognized the voice of one of his superiors, and one of his trusted friends. "You! You rat! Like hell am I going to betray Mother's trust! He trusted you as well, you despicable dog!"

His anger filled rant was quickly stopped when a fist plowed in his face, making him groan as the two soldiers at the side gave him a beating of a lifetime, until the man could only groan weakly with each punch he received.

"Enough! I believe that you'll be more cooperate after you find out that your precious commander has been killed a few days ago. Such a waste of talent really, he could've lived if he didn't stick his nose in other men's business and chose the wisest thing to do." The man stated with a sneer on his face before waving it off, walking towards the prisoner in a slick costume and black polished shoes.

"Y-you're...ugh...lying. Mother-" the battered soldier groaned in pain while his two tormentors released his bonds and yanked him off the table before fastening his wrists with a pair of black plastic straps.

"Is dealt with and will be buried along with his precious family once I've found out who he sent all his information to. Which is were you come in. Now, if you don't cooperate and tell me what Mother found out about the Black Sun and who he worked with, you'll find that your family might pay you an unexpected visit, Mr. Reeves."

Reeves' head snapped up at the blunt threat aimed at his family before he struggled harsher, trying to free himself from the hold Marcus had on his arms. "You leave them be! They have nothing to do with this!"

The young soldier managed to get a look of the man who was smirking widely as he shrugged and brushed his greying hair back before stepping back so Reeves was once more blinded by the light.