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Chapter 1: Second Attempt (Part II)

'Stop!' a shout from within the soldier crowd was released, the man with the cane turned around in disbelief, 'who dares interrupt me at this time?', his face turned hot red, no reply, 'Who!', he exclaimed. 'I did, sir'. A boy stepped out of the crowd, him and his voice was trembling, 'sir', he said, the man with the cane threw his cane to the side, it bounced on the ground, he pointed his pistol towards the boy, 'you'd better give me a very good reason to not pull this trigger', he shouted, raising his eyebrows and shaking his head. His W's were pronounced as V's and his B's sounded like P's.

Kyle was relieved, 'because if you pull that trigger on him you won't get any information you need', the boy replied, still shaking. 'Good point', the man who no longer had the cane lowered his weapon and slid it back into his holster. 'Holy mother of God', Kyle muttered. 'Stand up', no-cane-man snapped. Kyle stood up. The man signalled with his hand in a vertical swinging motion. Two men approached Kyle, and one of them pointed a pistol at Kyle's head while the other handcuffed him. 'Don't try anything stupid, because if you do-', one of the soldiers interrupted; ' I think he gets it'.

No-cane-man walked back first, the crowd of soldiers followed and shortly after that Kyle was told by a soldier to move. Kyle was annoyed, he made his escape and for the first five kilometres he was running faster and further than he ever had, the only benefit he received from running that far and fast was the satisfaction of a quick but long afternoon run.

The temperature was a freezing minus 15 degrees and the hard wind didn't make anything better, Kyle had run in nothing but a ripped shirt and shorts. He was in Russia, in the middle of nowhere in Russia, at least that was what he assumed, seeing that it was freezing, the no-cane-man spoke English with an accent as if the man learned English in high school and the soldiers reminded Kyle of soldiers from 9th Company.

Once again, Kyle was thrown into the same, cold and dark cell he was in a few hours earlier. One side of the cell was wet, mossy rock, because the cell was underground, the parallel wall was a concrete, cracked wall with a bucket hung on the wall placed for the purpose of releasing urinary fluid, the other side was another wall with a bed, the bed had deep red stains of dried and not dried blood and it was also soaked in vomit. Kyle had been there before, you can just try to picture what Kyle smelt like, especially when there was no designated area marked for the release of faces. The last wall of the room which I have not yet described wasn't a wall but more of a barricade made of a rusty metal.

'Fucking idiot', Kyle startled, behind him was a short girl. Cara. At first Kyle was unable to see her because she was hidden in the dark. 'You know-', Cara tried to continue but Kyle interrupted, 'Cara, shut your mouth', she tried to talk but Kyle interrupted again, 'I know what mistake I made but in case you did not realize I actually got shot in the shoulder and my back is bleeding like hell', Cara bit her lip. 'Oh and also, the crazy Russian guy without the cane nearly shot me, before this guy stepped out and told him that I have information', Kyle made a sarcastic laugh, 'fun fact; the no-cane-guy is gonna end up torturing the fuck out of me'. 'No shit', Cara replied, 'this is Russia, did you seriously think they were gonna tell you to sit down, give you some tea like your mum and ask you for the code?'. Kyle made a sharp turn towards Cara and pushed her face into the vomit stained bed, 'don't you dare talk about my mom'. 'OK,' Kyle released her and Cara stood up, she swept her long, blonde hair to the side, 'Sorry'.

He was having it rough, they both were. Kyle sat down on the bed next to Cara. It was Kyle's second attempt to escape the camp, he'd been stuck here for a month and he had had enough, the first time he attempted to make an escape Kyle ended up breaking his arm after trying to jump of the building (not to die, the building isn't that high, Kyle was tired and sort of slipped instead of jumping). He had escaped through a hatch in the roof that was used for dropping down provisions after the soldier who delivered the provisions accidentally left the hatch open; he was executed the next day. That was two days earlier, this time Kyle's attempt to escape would have worked; the only flaw in his plan was his stamina.

The silence in between the two was broken a few moments later. 'I got whipped four times today', Cara told him, 'Shit', Kyle responded, 'Haha you don't need to sound so worried', Cara continued, 'I'm beginning to get used to it'. Cara pulled up the back of her shirt to reveal multiple scars running across her back. Kyle stroked his fingers across them. Cara flinched. 'What did you do though?' Kyle asked, 'Well', Cara continued, letting out a slight giggle, 'I sort of shat into the bucket and splattered its contents onto a guard', they both laughed.

After a while of sitting on the bed Kyle told Cara that it was his turn to have the bed, there was only one bed so the two had a routine which dictated who would be allowed to use the bed for the night. 'Yeah', Cara replied.