Fallen

Chapter 3

Since Zach’s and Peyton’s view will be switching frequently would a recap of what happened in the previous chapter with Zach be helpful? Let me know what you think in either by commenting or messaging me.

Thanks,

Charlie

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Zach

“Throw them in a cell together, we don’t need  any trash wasting space,” the soldier sneered. I was roughly grabbed by the  collar of my shirt and  shoved into  a cell,  my dad landed painfully next to me. He looked weak and  rugged. They really did a number on him. I glanced around the place that would be home for the next three months.  The cell was damp and had a foul smell. The only light present was the tiny bit that shone through a small crack in one of the walls.  

“Dad,” I called. No answer. I shook him lightly yet still no answer.  A bump began to form on the left side of his temple. It looks like he’ll be out for a while.

I got up and began to inspect the walls, looking for any form of escape. I began to pound on the brick. “There has to be a way. There has to be a way,” I kept muttering to myself.  

The walls were useless so I moved my attention towards the front of the cell where sturdy iron bars enclosed the cell. There was some sort of wire wrapped around them, I reached out-

“Son I wouldn’t do that,” a gruff voice called out.

The only thing that ran through my mind was finding a way out. Ignoring the warning I reached out to grab the wire. Suddenly a hot searing pain ran up my arms and emerged my body. “Ahhhhhh, make it stop! Make it stop!” I screamed , tears of agony spilt down my face. For some reason I couldn’t remove my hand.

“He’s had enough, the boy gets the point! Now turn the damn wires off,” the same gruff voice commanded.

The pain seized and I fell to the ground clutching my hand. I could hear footsteps coming closer to my cell. They kept coming Closer, I prepared myself for the worst. The footsteps stopped and I could see a group of soldiers with  someone important leading the way towards my cell. Surprisingly they stopped  at the cell to my right instead.

“Open the cell, now!” The head officer barked. A soldier next to him put on weird blue gloves before inserting what looked like a credit card in a slot on the door.  Click! The door swung upon and a man was yanked out and thrown to the ground.

The officer circled the man like a predator stalking its prey. “What’s your name?” He asked. The man on the ground said nothing. He kicked him hard in the ribs. "I’ll ask one more time, what is your name?”

“Jonathan. Jonathan Edwards,” a gruff voice replied. Realization dawned on me, he was the man that had saved me.

“You’ve been here a while haven’t you Mr. Edwards?” Jonathan nodded . “You must be aware of the punishment for disrespecting an  officer'” he stated. Jonathan nodded again.

The officer then looked at me, "boy how old are you?”

I nervously glanced up at him. "Eighteen,” I croaked out. My pathetic voice sounded so loud among the silence of the  compound.  

The officer smiled. “Eighteen lashes, make sure the boy watches.” He then turned on his heel and walked away, his footsteps echoing across the floor.  

One of the soldiers dragged the man called Jonathan in front of my cell.“ Remember boy this is all your fault,” said the soldier. He took a whip out of his belt loop and pulled up Jonathan’s shirt. Crack! Crack! Crack! The sound repeated over and over eighteen times and the whole time I couldn’t gaze away from the scene. The soldiers smile was sickly, showing how much he was enjoying whipping the innocent man.