【Original】A World Behind Fences

---Chapter 4

I woke. The sound of the truck still driving, and I knew that what happened this morning was real. It was all real. Why would that happen to me? I turned around and looked at the other boys in the truck again. Most were sleeping against each other. I glanced to Ryeo and Kris. They were leaning against each other sleeping too. I began to wonder what happened to their families. Heck, they were probably given the same treatment as mine. The death sentence. I felt sorry for both of them. All of a sudden the truck stopped. Kris and Ryeo woke up groaning, and looked to the back of the truck. The other boys were rubbing their heads or eyes.

"We're here." Ryeo grumbled as the flap at the bottom of the back of the truck was opened with a loud bang. A man standing there pulled out some long metal whip like stick. Flicking a button it lit up with electricity. He began to threaten us in some language we didn't know in a deep, gruff voice. No one moved. I was scared. He yelled something then hit the closest boy to the door. The boy obviously was just as clueless as the rest of us. The man then grabbed him by the leg and dragged him out of the truck throwing him against the ground. We all looked confused as the man then hit him hard with the huge metal whip-like thing he held in his hand. He then hit the boy again, yelling so loud that it pierced my ears. The boy screamed in agony, electricity colliding with his tender, sensitive skin leaving bright red marks on his arms and legs. Horrified, I looked at Ryeo and Kris, then back to the man. He yelled something else so the boy quickly rushed to his feet. The man then looked into the truck and straight at me. I was terrified. He yelled the same thing as before. I knew it had to mean something like 'get out of the truck' or something like that, but I wasn't too sure. One wrong move and I would get beaten like the other boy. I didn't want that to happen but I had no clue what the man had said. If only either I could speak his language, or he could speak our language. So, using my first idea, crawling toward the door with the assumption that he wanted us to get out of the truck, I jumped out landing perfectly on the ground. Walking a little to stand beside the other boy, I turned to face him. I hoped that was what I was supposed to do. He smiled and nodded, then yelled at the other boys pointing at me. They all followed me cautiously. Ryeo tapped my shoulder slightly. I turned and looked at him.

"How'd you know what he said?" He whispered in my ear.

"I figured that it was what he said, after he threw that kid out the truck." I replied.

"Wow. Smart guy." He mocked rolling his eyes and shoving me slightly. Why'd he shove me? I had no clue why he said it sarcastically, so I shoved him back. For some reason, the man smacked my back and pulled us all away and down some long hallways that were inside a large building. This must be their base, or what Ryeo called it 'torture camp'.

Heading down a series of corridors, dropping off most of the other boys at a few different rooms, which I assumed where we were going to live. He then pointed and said something. We looked where he was pointing. He then opened a door that leads into a small room with two bunk sets and a bed beside a small window. And then another man came walking down the hall.

"You sleep here." He announced in Korean. It was very informal, but we knew what he meant, which was surprising. This whole time they were speaking some random language, now they were speaking Korean. It began to confuse me deeply. Why didn't they just speak one language the whole time, or neither at all and just use their hands? They were just making my head hurt.

"This your dorm room. Two more dorm member will join you shortly." He continued. Again in very poor Korean. Then it clicked as to what he had said. Two new dorm members? The other man then shoved Ryeo, Kris and myself into the dorm's doorway. Walking into the dorm a thick smell of a dead creature flew into my face and went up my nostrils. Naturally I covered my nose by pinching the dark holes together.