Exposed

The repetitive thumping of the helicopter blades above awoke me, penetrating my skull. My eyes opened slightly so that I could establish my unfamiliar surroundings without alerting my captors as I tested my bound arms and legs to determine how much room I had.

My senses returning now at a quicker pace, the thumping now only intruding my head to induce my headache clouding my thoughts.

“Prepare the patient for landing, ensure his IV hasn’t been disturbed.”
A voice penetrated the cabin, presumably from the cockpit of the helicopter. A man in camouflage fatigues got up from his seat opposite me. My mind kicked into over drive, in my fragile state I had not noticed him, Scolding myself I tried to absorb every detail that came across me. Watching him out of my squinted eye, forcing myself not to move as the guard re-injected the IV into my forearm.

I smiled to myself dreamily as I noted the thudding getting duller and less prevalent, only to realise my world getting darker.

Black.

I awoke, my eyes shooting open, only to immediately shut again; as the whitewashed walls and tiles reflected the flickering fluorescent lights above me. Sitting in a metal bare chair, bolted to the ground, the rest of the room in front of me, empty.

My mind spinning as I tried to recollect my focus, struggling as I realised my limbs were restrained once again. “There’s no point in trying to escape,” a raspy voice entered the room. Searching for the source of the voice, my eyes dart to the outline in front of me that was slowly taking shape as my eyes begun to focus.

I squint in an effort to see the voice’s origin, the outline becoming clearer, he sat in front of me, oddly looking similar to myself, his hair; shoulder length dirty blonde his face bloody, a large fresh cut across his right jaw. The finer features could not be discerned in the light.

“You’ve been drugged with a barbituate; Sodium Pentothal, also known as truth serum, you are now a traitor to you and your country.”

My eyes widened, thoughts racing through my head in confusion. Guilt rushing through me to the pit of my stomach, glaring at the person before me, as anger began to course through my veins, fighting against my bonds my mind begin to flash, images of whips, chains and water dripping, flickering lights, blood pooling on the wet floor.

I look up, wishing every ounce of anger upon the person before me, wanting my hands around his neck, pushing every ounce of oxygen out of his pathetic body. I blinked, noticing his arms matching mine, his down fallen betrayed face reflecting my own.

Looking into the mirror, I realised, it was me. The voice emerged from behind me once more, “You can never stop hating yourself, when you realise it was all you.” As his face emerged from the shadows.

My heart stopped.

“You!”

-Roaring Fox

(Source: roaringfox)