Caine sat in the corner of his cell, head in his hands, his hair falling over his face as he let out an irritated sigh. It’s not like he had done anything wrong, he had simply walked into town with a sign against the government. He couldn’t remember what it said, that’s beside the point, the point is he had achieved his goal. No, his goal was not to get beaten and not even have the right to be treated for his wounds. His goal was to make everyone see him, his name, and his cause. And, of course, food is free in a jail cell.
This had been blown way out of proportion.
Idiots!
There would be no visitors while he was there, he knew that for a fact.
As he pulled his knees to his chest and sighed softly, his chin resting atop them, he let himself get lost in tiring thoughts, a wave of memories crashing over him. She was there every night... in his dreams, it was always the same girl, the same things. She was close, he knew it, he knew she too was a black sheep in the crowd. They could work together, if only he could figure out where exactly she was.... what she was doing.
He sighed irritably before deciding sleep might help, if he had the dream again maybe he could try and focus on the surroundings, see if he could recognise any of them. And so he did, camping down for the night on the hard, thin mattress and rock hard pillow, he pulled the sheet, or what they considered a blanket, around himself and curled up, trying to keep himself as warm as possible, one hand on the dog tag that hung around his neck.
His mother had given it to him before she had died, she too had been against the government and had died because of it, but not before he had been given the dog tag he wore everywhere. The guards had tried to take it off him, only making him kick off even more than he had before. The guards had left him with cuts and bruises all over their faces and arms. Caine was strong when he needed to be.
It was so cold, so lonely here... there was nothing, no company but the rats that ran around the mattress, surrounding him with more craziness than was necessary, and the sound of dripping water could be heard. The constant Drip. Drip. Drip was already starting to drive him crazy, a small nagging sound in the back of his mind. He let his eyes quickly scan the dark cell, squinting to try and see better as he looked around, but there was no source in his cell..
it was coming from somewhere else.
He wished it would stop, but he knew none of his wishes would come true, he was stuck here.
Alone and cut out of the image people like to call normal life. That’s that the government did, they cut off all contact to those they didn’t agree with.
The cells were littered with the forgotten voices of people, old and new. The spirits of those who fought back, who didn’t take ‘because we say so’ as an answer... the people who wanted more.
Or maybe they wanted less. The constant nagging voices, the non stop orders, they want less of them. They want more freedom. Freedom, a vast green field, you can run around and build whatever you want on that field. You can build your life, because that field is your birthplace, your foundation, and you have to build it all the way to the top, and they say the sky is the limit, but with freedom there is no limit. So you keep building and building and building, until you are satisfied with the life you have constructed for yourself. And then you can exhale.
But what if all that is taken away from you? What if you are constantly inhaling, and you can’t exhale, ever?
Well, then you either fight it, or you just don’t like it. Simple really. But if you don’t like it, you still suffer, just in silence. But you mark my words, one day you will explode. All of the people who go along with all the laws and regulations will.
And then we have a revolution.
Let’s hope that day comes soon.
The people who fought, they were true warriors.
Those people were fighters.
The men and women trapped in the labyrinths of cells and hallways. They were the true heroes, the ones who stood and fought for what was right, didn’t just roll over and accept what was said as fact.
And we need more of those people, we need more people to stand up, and we need them to keep their heads high. Even if there is a whip slashing at your feet, in time with your heartbeat, you keep your face expressionless. Because a whip does not account for even half of the pain the nation suffers.
The hearts and souls of the people, that is what will win the war against the government and then we can go back to the old days.
Caine longed for those days. And he would see they came, no matter what the risk was to himself, he already had soldiers... they just needed a leader and he would take that role.
He would do what his mother hadn’t lived long enough to do.
Jingling keys woke Caine from his daydream, as he looked up to his a rugged looking guard staring down at him. He was tall, with broad shoulders which made it seem like he could scarce fit through the cell gate, one large hand rested on the gate as he pushed it open, the other rested on his fun, making sure Caine didn’t try to make a break for it.
The male noticed there was no food in his hands.... this wasn’t feeding time, he had no idea what else could be coming, he’d done nothing wrong since he had arrived here.
“You have a visitor” a gruff voice, to match the gruff male, spoke.
“Who?” Caine replied as he scanned the door to try and see who it was behind the man, there was movement, small, feminine hands on the large arm of the guard as he was shoved rather roughly to one side, and there stood a female who looked about the same age as Caine was himself, she looked strong willed, there was a fight in her eyes.
“It’s me Caine... your sister, Yoshi” she smiled, the look in her eyes told him not to show she was lying, told him to play along so he gave a small nod.
“Yoshi, what are you doing here?” he replied, acting the part of worried brother.
“Shall I let her in?” the guard asked, looking put out that she had barged in, Caine gave a small nod of his head and the pair were left alone.
