BJ Knights - The City Burns

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Blood trickled down from his nose. Bruises blotched his cheeks. His clothes were torn off and he sat naked in a chair with his hands taped behind his back. He wasnt sure how long hed been held in the cold, dark room. His head swayed back and forth as he struggled to see through his half swollen eyes.

No windows. Four concrete walls and a single locked door. Footsteps echoed faintly from the hallway outside. His body began to shake. The boots thumped louder. The sweat covering his body mixed with the dried blood. The door flung open and three men in army cargo pants and green shirts entered. Good morning, sunshine! The lead man had a buzz cut with a scar under his left eye and a pair dog tags dangling from his neck. He cracked his knuckles, signaling to the prisoner that more was to come.

The second soldier flicked on the light. The prisoners face winced as the light blinded him. The second soldier leaned back against the wall and wiped the sweat off his nose with his shirt. I think we woke him up, he said as he looked over at the lead soldier with the scar under his eye. Mike, can you believe this guy?

Mike grabbed the man by his hair and lifted his head up into the light revealing the open cuts and lumps on his face. Youre not gettin sleepy on us are you? Mike asked. He shoved the mans head down hard. Mike glanced over to the third soldier. Bob, we were only gone for what? An hour or so?

Bob grinned. Closer to a day. Mike looked shocked. A day? He shook his head in disapproval while circling the trembling man. The prisoners breath became sharp and quick. No, no, no, no, no. Im so sorry about that. Mike placed his hands on his knees and hunched down to look the prisoner in the face. The disoriented mans vision was further obstructed by the hair that draped in front of his eyes. Mike put his hand on the mans shoulder, gave him a few pats, and squeezed shoulder gently. We didnt mean to leave you in here for that long. Ill tell you what, Mike said. He knelt down before the man. Why dont we get you out of here, clean you up, and get you something to eat? he asked. How does that sound?

Bob smiled as he leaned up against the left wall of the room. Sounds pretty good to me, Mike. Mike whipped his head around and smiled. Doesnt it? Doesnt that sound good, Brian? He turned around to Brian, the other soldier, and nodded. Brian flicked the light switch from his position by the door. There was a bucket of water with ice chunks floating in it next to him. Best idea youve had all morning, Mike.

Mike nodded in agreement. He turned back to the man, whose head swayed downward in exhaustion. Here that? Mike asked the man. Best idea Ive had all morning. I bet you think it sounds pretty good too, huh?

Mike moved closer to the man to the point of touching the mans nose with his own. He spoke in a soft whisper, almost like he was telling a secret to a close friend. I can get you out of here. I can get you a nice warm bed with a hot meal. You dont have to stay in here anymore. All I need you to do is tell me who youve been working with. Thats all. Just fill in the blank for me and youll be free. Mikes eyes looked him up and down. The prisoner was still trembling. His shoulders began to shake. Little moans, barely audible, began to escape from his mouth. Mike rested his hand on his shoulder again. His voice was incredibly sympathetic. Hey, hey, hey. Its alright. Just tell us what we need to know.

The prisoner mumbled something. Mike shook his head. I didnt catch that. One more time. Again the prisoner mumbled; his chin digging into his chest. Mike turned around to Bob. Did you catch that, Bob? Bob shook his head. Mike turned to Brian. Brian?

Nope, couldnt hear it, Mike.

Mike turned around again and lifted the prisoners chin up. We couldnt hear you. Why dont you speak up a little bit? Mikes voice remained soft, but also had an edge to it. Tears rolled down the prisoners face. His chin rested in Mikes hand. The swelling of his eyes were getting worse. Mikes face was an unrecognizable blur. The man weighed his options. He wasnt sure what he could tell them. He wasnt sure what theyd do to him after he told them. It could just be a trick. They could just be trying to lure him out. A voice came out of his mouth that he didnt recognize. It cracked as he spoke. I d-didnt d-do anything.

Mikes face went sour. He shook his head as he held the prisoners chin in his massive hands. He moved his hand away and stood up. The prisoner hoped the soldiers had reached the limit of their interrogation methods. He turned away from the prisoner and paced from Bob to Brian. You see boys? You see what happens when you try to extend the hand of friendship to someone who just doesnt want it? he asked.

Bob shook his head. Its a damn shame.

Brian agreed. Sure is.

Mike grabbed the bucket of ice water. It sloshed back and forth as he walked over to the prisoner. The man had gathered enough strength to lift his head back up on his own. He stared straight ahead, not looking at the bucket or his captors, but at the empty void of a room that was his confinement.

Brian walked over and grabbed the back of the prisoners hair. Brian yanked his head back. He tried to resist, but was too weak to put up much of a fight. His breaths began to accelerate. His jaw clinched together as Bob threw a cloth over his face. The florescent light bulb looked scattered underneath the pattern of the cloth as the fabric puffed up and down from his breath.

Mike stood over him holding the bucket of ice water. His voice was stern as he spoke. Who are you working for? he demanded. They heard only the sound of the mans gasps as the cloth rose and fell from his panicked breaths. Mike tilted the water over the edge and onto the cloth. The man gurgled and choked on the water as it soaked through the fabric. The water ran into his mouth and nose. The frigid water burned into the cuts along his face and down the rest of his body. Just when he thought he was going to drown and finally break, they stopped.

Wheres the hard drive? Mike shouted. He kept the bucket at an angle over the prisoners face while Brian kept the grip on the back of his head tight. The man coughed up water and spit as he choked for breath. Again, Mike tilted the stream of water over the prisoners face. The familiar icy blast of pain and panic rushed over him. The burning sensation filled his forehead as the water rushed up his nose and into his nasal cavity. He tried to jerk his head up, but Brians grip was too strong. Then everything stopped for a moment and with that, instant relief.