The Dark Side (Improved)

Hidden Secrets II

The image came to me as clear as day, it almost made me wonder how I never remembered it before. It was the face of a man no one had ever seen in the Organ. Rumors about him spread like wildfire but there was no face to this man and he was the embodiment of mystery. They called him Alexei's eyes and ears, a willing dog that will never bite back, everyone believed it, I never did.

No one had ever saw his face, at least that was what everyone was told but I did, though he never saw me. I wasn't suppose to see him exactly, but I seem to have a twisted romance with things I'm forbidden to do. Yeah but I saw his face once, it more like a quick glimpse just out of curiosity to end those baseless rumors, but I never told anyone of what I saw. I may be reckless but I wasn't looking for death.

That day we heard rumors that Alexei's so called faithful dog was coming, I waited hours and there was still no sign of the rat. I waited until the darkness took over that cell often called my permanent dwelling but still he never showed. It was past curfew and everyone who valued their lives shut up and went to bed, and that was everyone. If an ant blinked you could hear it, the silence was deadly and  a reminder of how deadly this hell could burn. But I never cared so much for threats and my eyes felt blind against the darkness.

In that dead mist of silence and darkness I felt a sudden shift in the silence but not a sound was heard. There was not even a stir among the sleeping, it was as if they were dead. I got up not caring whether I waked anyone one up, why? they would get up anyway, waking in the middle of a curfew was a suicide mission. If anything they looked forward to my death, less competition.

I glided against the darkness of the night and we became one, moving only on instincts and the faint gut feeling I felt every time a shiver went down my back. It's him, I would think and after a while the thought sounded more crazed yet I kept moving forward to what ever darkness lay ahead.

Then I saw it, a faint light that flickered that drew close to a face, the face off the unknown man. He drew the cigarette to his lips as puff smoke like it was oxygen. The air was filled with it, it was hard to breathe. It could have been that I was holding a breathe I never knew I was, I became a secret and my body knew it, because I could swear at that moment vitality itself went still, my heart stopped and so did everything around me. The only thing that worked was my eyes, it was a puff of deadly smoke and the face of the faithful dog. That day I decided that this was no faithful dog but one willing to bite the hand that fed it.

The man had a bastard look in his eyes that I thought he was the devil. The scenery that night set the stage for those thoughts. The darkness was thick enough to hold and the chill of the concrete encased space ran chills through my body, the light that flickered from his lighter unto his cigar, his large overpowering frame and his armor wrapped in the darkness of the night. 

That night I waited until his cigar was close to it's end, the signal for his departure, and left. The walk back to my cold cell was painfully long and for the first time since I came to this place I learned a new emotion; fear. Every sound that echoed in the silence brought stained tattoos of goosebumps on my forearm. It was almost pathetic really, me scared of the dark. I scoffed out loud at the thought.

I picked up the clothes that fell on the floor just moments before and threw them in the trash, the thought of his scent lingering and overpowering mine felt pathetic and utterly disgusting. The smell permeated my body and as if being dirtied I dropped whatever remaining article of clothing spanned my body and went to the shower. I wasn't afraid of nakedness, never have been, and the air that hit the naked span of my body felt like silent rain showers, it was almost poetic

I entered the shower and allowed the steaming hot water to scald my skin and the tingling sensation of the pain ruffled over the expanse of my skin. The scars on my back began to ache, the pain was gone years ago but the memory of the pain still remained. I allowed the water the stroll down the expanse of my hair, caressing all of it's intermingled tresses. As I turned of the shower I heard the door being opened. Sara's here, I thought as I stepped out of the shower.

I wrapped the white fluffy towel around my body and walked in to see Sara with eyes much tired than I saw her recently. Her posture was more slouched and she looked frazzled. She saw me looking in her direction and she immediately turned her face as if she was afraid of what I would see. Her furtive glance reassured my suspicion. As I drew closer to her she instinctively touched her neck and waist, I touched her waist and she flinched, no she basically writhed in pain. I looked in her eyes and it was a if i could read her mind. "Don't ask". Almost pleadingly. So I didn't.

Whatever it was it wasn't my business but I had a feeling that soon it might be. Without approaching or facing me she said, 

"Don't tell anyone".

"About what?"

"......Nothing, about nothing" was her only response

I waited to see if she had anything left to say and then left the room without another word.