The horizon whispered a change in the blue and cold sky. Streaks of orange and red slowly took over the chill of the night as the world seemed to wake up to the new dawn.
But some don't get the chance of basking in the sunrise. Some don't even know there was a sunrise today.
The rays of the eternal and glowing ball seeped through a dark and uncanny corridor. The rotten stench of flesh and blood was evident, the scene suggesting it was a prison.
Rooms of cage were seperated by a thin wall as defeated and expressionless silhouettes sat on the floor, some clutching their heads or staring into the ceiling. Handcuffs wrapped around their hands as a large and black steel ball restricted them from moving.
Sounds of heavy clacking against iron caused the prisoners to wince and groan. It was a guard. His demeanor calm and collected as his eyes scanned through the hall for someone.
Then,
He stopped before a cell and glanced into the room.
"You. Outside."
The statement of the guard seemed to terrify the prisoner. Her frail body trembled as her mouth let out shrieks of pain and agony. Other prisoners giggled as some sighed in relief.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
The sound of feet tapping caught the attention of the guard as he turned his head looking for the source.
A young teen around 15 years old sat burying his head into his knees. His rugged and long black hair blocked his face preventing his face to be seen.
"You also outside. NOW!"
His voice even though not much crackled louder than thunder that day. The smiles disappeared on everyone's face as the laughs died very fast.
The boy sat there not saying anything still tapping his feet.
"Didn't you hear me?"
"Untie my legs so I can stand."
The guard didn't say anything-his expression unclear. He inserted the keys onto the door as it jolted open producing a creaking noise.
The guard threw the bundle of keys in the young teen's face with force causing him to wince.
"Now stand up."
The boy slowly stood up as his face finally came to view. His pupils were pitch black as a scar was visible in his left cheek.
The corridor was dark and gritty, the streaks of sunlight tried to illuminate the passage but to no avail. Prisoners looked at the boy's face as the woman followed behind.
"Climb into the transport."
The guard commanded them as he pointed to a metal door at the end of the corridor. The boy exchanged a glance with the woman, a understanding that only could be understood by the two.
"Get in now!"
The guard barked as he violently pushed the woman forward causing her to bang her head against the metal.
Still, she didn't say anything as she went inside the transport. Tears welled in her eyes as blood dropped down from her forehead.
The transport was old and rusty carrige, battered through many expeditions and journeys. It was pulled by two fine horses regardless of the carrige's condition.
That was a risky gamble...Still I could escape from that hell. It was worth it.
The boy tightened his grip and swallowed hard.
That move of him tapping his feet could have cost him his life but that's what it takes to escape from hell.
The hell was a famous prison. It was notorious for its brutal and heinous methods of "disciplining" the criminals.
People were hanged on a pole in the winter as the temperatures dropped below 5° for complaining against the services.Prisoners were burnt alive for speaking against the authority.
The most terrifying thing that the faculty is famous for is its way to take out information.
The spies were tied down onto a chair as their families were brought infront of them. They would torture the spy's family till they said anything.
The information provided by the spy was checked by a specialist and if the information was wrong, the family was tortured even further.
This method prove to be the most effective method in extracting the truth instilling fear and compliance within the hearts of the prisoners.
As the transport rattled through the uneven path, the boy focused his attention to the woman. She looked to be in her thirty's, wrinkles and lines formed in her face as her eyes showed a faint glimmer of hope.
"Do you know where we are being taken?"
The void of the woman pulled him back I to reality.
"No, I don't know."
To be honest, I want to know too...
The boy thought in his mind as his black hair swayed against the air.
The guard occasionly turned his head backward in disdain as his mouth switched with disgust. A sword was beside the guard, not much bigger than a dagger but considered to be a sword.
This was the necessity given to each guard of the facility to protect themselves.
At least treat us like a human, you bastard!
The boy gritted his teeth but didn't dare say anything as the guard could kill him in one swoop.
The boy hadn't noticed but there were other in the carrige beside them. One was a man with a steely gaze fixated outside and a girl that seemed to be half his age.
"What is your name?"
"I don't have a name. I was born in the prison."
"I am new so I didn't know anyways my name is Maya."
The boy nodded nodded slightly as he looked towards the other two. They weren't intrested in the convo as they did their own thing.
The young teen gulped hard as he clenched his fists tightly.
No hell can keep me confined.