Dynamite

Prologue

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The lights flickered on, snapping me awake from my shallow and restless slumber. My body had gone numb hours ago from the harsh cold seeping off the ground through my paper-thin clothes and into my skin. I was curled into a fetal position in the corner of the empty room when the door flew open, two men in suits walking in.

A third man entered the room, dragging an older man in by his arms and dropping him onto the ground several feet in front of me.

The older man must have been in his late fifties from what I could tell. It was hard to be sure considering the amount of blood and bruises covering his tattered body. The man trembled as he slowly lifted his eyes to look at me, confusion painting his face. I was shaking now.

The suits exited the room, slamming the heavy, metal door shut behind them and sealing us in.

"Urrrmphh." The man grumbled, pulling himself up into a crouch, all the while casting glances dripping with suspicion between myself and the door. I refused to respond, pushing myself deeper into a corner, farther into the wall, wishing it would just swallow me whole.

He wiped the blood off his face, letting out an expletive. "Who the hell are you?" he finally asked, his shaky voice echoed in the small room.

Without waiting for a reply, he turned to look at the door and whimpered, "Let me out of here! There's nothing else left!" He was speaking to the other people.

The other people. They had brought me here. Ripped me away from the world I'd known my short life and dumped me into this room weeks ago. They were going to make me do something terrible. Something I really didn't want to do. Something I would not have control over.

The battered man got to his feet, hunching over slightly, and turned to face me. No, please, no, I chanted to myself. He was getting closer.

"Stop," I whispered to him, voice cracking with pain. He did, raising an eyebrow. "Stay away from me."

He threw his hands up in the air as if to tell me I meant nothing to him, and turned his attention back to the door.

A small slit in the door slid open, two narrowed eyes peering behind. "Mr. Anthony Williams." She said, ice blue eyes capturing his.

"Let me out of here! I've told you everything! Tell your boss I'm done!" He screamed, slamming the door with his palms.

"Mr. Williams, tell us the location and then you will be done. This is your final chance." She replied.

"I already told you, I don't KNOW!" He yelled, coughing up blood.

She sighed, clearly disappointed. "It's a shame." She said, her eyes sliding past his to meet mine. I quickly looked away as if that would somehow make me invisible to her.

It didn't.

She held up a remote. The remote. A sob escaped my lips, "Please! Don't!" My pleas did not stop her; with a flick of a finger she pressed the button. The black ankle-monitor beeped red and the bolts ripped their way through my body, burning my insides. I tried to scream but my throat was constricted. My body was convulsing and throbbing and there was only pain and anger and more pain inside of me. The man looked at me, shock apparent on his face but above all, confusion.

Finally, I choked out the one totally useless word, "RUN." I felt the room shake, I felt his disbelief, and I felt his fear as he watched the walls around us crack.

His eyes met mine, finally recognizing the sort of danger he was in, but by then it was too late. His already injured body shook and I could feel his pulse, the blood rushing through his veins, the bones holding him together.

All of a sudden, the battered man felt incredibly delicate, so easily breakable. The electricity pulsing through me from the ankle-monitor was melting my mind and I lost the little bit of control I had so desperately clung on to for so long.

With a push in my mind, I felt his bones begin to crack and crumble and I heard his gut-wrenching screams. The blood bag that was his heart began tearing and leaking, spewing within his chest while I cried and pleaded for her to stop, for me to stop. His eyes rolled back, his body fell in a bloody heap in front of me and only then did the ankle-monitor on my foot switch off.

My legs were liquid and I collapsed onto the ground next to his lifeless body.

When I was finally able to raise my head off the ground to meet her eyes, she smiled at me from behind the door and said, "Thank you for your cooperation."

Mr. Williams' body was removed from the room and the lights flickered off, leaving me alone in the blood-stained cage with nothing but my own dangerous mind to keep me company.

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