Five's Fate

Tormented After Torture

When I wake up in can't tell. It's pitch black no light anywhere. I'm in a small space and it's all cushions. It feels like a square area and I can't even spread out in it. I'm flat on my back and the padded ceiling is only a few inches away from my face. I have to lie bent and twisted because the walls are so close.

I struggle to get oxygen and nearly panic. I can hardly move and it feels like I'm being suffocated. Maybe I am. Maybe they're giving me a slow painful death. But I slow my breathing and calm down. I try banging around and shouting out. But I hardly hear myself never mind anyone else outside. My voice is dry and dying. I haven't eaten yet and my arm hurts. When I feel it I feel an area that's raised as a result of being injected with chemicals.

So I've been drugged and locked in a box. Why? Was this needed? Is it just because of what I said to the government guy? Had he put his feelings into actions? I don't know. And I cry. A full on sobbing cry and I wish everything was different that I wasn't here and that this wasn't happening. It all poured out. Soon I again go unconscious.

I'm awaken by the sounds of commotion and yelling I hear through my tiny cell. I bang and scream out. I feel vibrations coming from all sides. I don't know what's going on but if it gets me out of here than I'm in.

Finally the crate is broken open. And the light stings my eye and I sit up. I hear John yelling. "FUCK this. The government does not own us. We can decide for ourselves and do not need you to interfere.!" By then I open my eyes and see that I was in fact in a padded case. The small room we're in is pretty empty except for the large groups of military personal storming in listening to John.

After a lecture from John, which I totally zone out of, the government reps leave and it's John, Sam and Marina left with me. They look cross. Sam speaks. "I'm tired. Why do they even care about us. We can take care of ourselves."

John answers "I hate them thinking they control us." He looks at me "You okay?" I shrug.

"I don't even have a clue." I'm confused and honestly don't care.

Marina walks me around the building seemingly knowing where she's going. She mumbles to herself and I just walk behide her. It doesn't seem as if she as cautious now. Like she knows I'm drugged and off. At one point I make out some words. "He doesn't...won't even..nobody knows his name for hells sake!" I wonder if she referring to the general who interrogated me earlier.

"Whatever I don't want to dwell on this. I almost actually feel sorry for you but not quite." She says now speaking to me. "Um...okay. but why did that just happen?" I ask honestly.

"That's the thing there is no reason. I don't care. No matter what torture isn't an answer. That's what they did. That's how they killed so many." I take a gulp trying to clear my throat. The "they" she's referring to is the mogadorians who adored putting pain on others for information.

I get back to my cell and immediatly fall asleep. It's late and it's been a long weird day. And I haven't eaten. So I fall asleep hungry.