Walking With Darkness

Chapter 7

I awoke in a dark room. I couldn't see anything except black. I could feel my hands behind my back, tied together by a rough metal. Probably old handcuffs. The room smelt like smoke. I guess I'd been thrown around a lot because I could taste blood in my mouth. My feet weren't tied together so my first instinct was to try stand. I got to my feet but then the ground starting shaking. The floor seemed to jump and threw me back to the floor. I hit my head on a wall and got disorientated for a moment. I tried to get up again. This time the ground stayed put and I stood on my feet for a while. Someone had stripped me of everything. All I was left with were my shirt and the black shorts I was wearing in the morning. Even my socks were gone.

Well. At least it can't get any worse. 

Don't you know never to say that. In every movie something bad happens after someone says that.

Yeah but do I look like a movie star to you?

........ 
Fair point

Suddenly the ground jerked again, but this time I managed to stay on my feet. It wobbled some more before I heard the sound of tyres screeching and the squeak of a rusty braking mechanism. Voices started arguing with each other. 

Oh great I'm going mad. 

Then I saw the greatest gift of all.

Light.

I was blinded at first as a sliver of light appear to my right and slowly got bigger. By the time my eyes had adjusted the same firm grip had already seized me and dragged me out of what I now saw to be an orange truck. Sand ended up in my underwear as he so casually pulled me through the mini jungle that was the ground. I cut my leg on a rock that was sticking out of the ground but I couldn't feel it right now. There was too much going through my mind. Like how I was going to get my self out of this situation. Things were not looking good. I couldn't turn myself around for long enough to see who my captors were, though I was pretty sure it was Tattoo and his friends. Majority of my time being dragged consisted of me looking at the ground and admiring the weeds. 

We finally stopped five minutes later (finally), my hair tangled with twigs and my underwear being classified as a new beach. They must have realised that I could run away because as soon as we stopped moving, the guy holding me dropped me face first on the floor and started tying my feet together. He then proceeded to grab me by the waist, digging his nails into me, and threw me over his shoulder. Form that, "vantage point" I saw Tattoo talking to someone in a mask. The person was wearing all black and had red stains on the breastplate. The masked man pointed towards the sunset and Tattoo just started walking away. 

And as I was carried away, I wondered what I had gotten myself into.