Betrayal

The Aftermath

You know, the worst thing about being captured was not the fact I had let myself be caught, or that they had tortured me for endless days until I eventually escaped.

It was the betrayal.

That's why I didn't put up a fight. That's why they were in the position to catch me in the first place. But it's also the reason I escaped.

They were working together. Possibly the least likely pairing on earth, but they managed. South and Washington. The one person who truly understood me, and the one person who had been there for me all my life. I had trusted them with my life. And look where that got me.

They had told me why they were doing it while they tortured me. They even tortured me themselves because they knew it would hurt me more. South claimed she had always hated me. Always second best to me, even her dad had loved me more, in that sick, twisted way of his. She was doing this to gain his love, joining him, despite knowing what he'd done. She had tortured me the most, her eyes full of hatred and pleasure from the sounds of my screams. She claimed she wanted information, but all she wanted was to see me suffer.

I hadn't believed her at first. Why would I? We had been trough so much together. Trapped in a room with no way out, pitch black with only each other to keep us company. The hallucinations had started after only a couple of days, it was hard to tell though, we had lost track of time quite quickly. Her hallucination was mainly her dad of course, we both had one person who stayed with us, taunting us, showing us the worst things they could. I lost count how many times South had screamed that her brother was dead. My hallucination was the girl, of course it was the girl, it always was. Her blonde hair, blue eyes, she had haunted me everyday of my life since I had killed her. But we had got through it. Together. But then she had put me in there alone, the only freedom I got was when her or Wash were slicing my body open. They knew all the torture techniques of course, I had already lost my mind by then.

Washington hadn't touched me at first, never saying a word. I'd thought it was because he still loved me, I thought he was still my brother. I couldn't explain how I felt when he had appeared in the black room, telling me that he was sorry and that he was going to get me out of there. He lied. It was all just to mess with my head. He had led me me South, that was when she had started to enjoy drowning me, I remember that. That's about all I remember. He'd told me then that he knew we would fail. He wanted to be on the winning side. He asked me to join him, I spat in his face. All he did was sigh and pass me onto South. He reminded me so much of her father then.

After that I had lost it. I wasn't sane anymore, I never really was sane, but I snapped. Washington had come to take me to South, and I had attacked him. They should of tied me down. I had pierced my fingers into his neck, nails first, with so much force my fingers broke through the skin, covering my hand with sticky hot blood as I tightened them around his wind pipe. I'm not sure what killed him, the blood loss or the lack of oxygen.

South was next. I knew the way. I'd been pulled down here often enough. She'd had the same smile on her face like every other time I'd been brought here. When she had saw the blood on my hands and noticed the absence of Washington, she reacted. She pulled out her gun, the gunshot echoing through the torture chamber. I didn't feel the bullet shoot trough my stomach, and it was to late for South to fire again. It ended with me holding the now empty gun, kneeling on South, who was lying beneath me. I had held the gun by the barrel and bashed her skull open with it. Her eye popped as that was one of my first hits. I barely noticed the screams that filled the room, I just kept hitting the skull, over and over again. I only stopped when her brain was reduced to mush.

I don't remember how I got out. Apparently I just turned up, covered in blood, with a knife I had no idea how I got, in a random town. They had to come and get me before the news got there, but I don't remember anything. I just know I'll never be the same again. Then again, that might not be a bad thing.