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It was a cold rainy day, a young child clad in a green uniform with a red patch around his arm walked stumbling.
Cold sweat was dripping down his cheeks as two tall soldiers towering him each one grabbing his forearm harshly while walking him to their military vehicle.
his right eye vision was getting blurry and his uniform was bloody in one leg
one of the soldiers shoved him inside and looked at his mate “guess their picking em young”
”what would u expect from those animals, they will do anything to win the war.” said the other guy as he sat in the passenger seat adjusting himself as his mate drove to the base.
the ginger soldier yawned and leaned against his seat.“i dont know jack, its pathetic either way”
While the two soldiers talk the boy was head leaned into the window looking blankly at the grey sky.Both his ankles were chained same as his wrists and it frustrated him and made him uncomfortable.
his vision was getting more blurry and his uniform more bloody as the metal was pressing against his open wound
He wanted to fight to kill those enemies and break them and remove all those chains and go back so commender won’t yell at him or worse punish him.
enemies are meant to die and his main purpose of life is obeying and killing enemies
In an instant the boy remembered that him breaking his riffle in the battlefield a was the main reason that made him stumble and break his leg while running from the enemy
After all maybe commander wont be happy even if he killed those guys
commender knew better than keeping useless tools and maybe that’s why he left him there bloody in the battlefield
maybe his role ended, thought the boy
he was a good soldier anyway
maybe he should’ve been dead by now…
After some hours of driving through the night the soldier stopped in front of a big military base.
in the gate some soldiers were standing together and as the vehicle stopped one of then walked to it
the ginger soldier opened his window to the guard so he can verify his identity.
the guard verified both the soldier’a ranks and identity but as soon as he saw the boy and his uniform his face hardened.
his chill face suddenly fell and got replaced by a heavy disguised expression as if he saw the dirtiest bug ever ”filthy scum”
“positive sir, a young one at that.” said the ginger soldier looking over the boy.
his mate looked over them”we captured him in the cleanup mission after the war in the south”
the guard wasn’t interested enough so he didn’t say anything and just opened the gate for them.
the soldier drove and stopped the car in front of a building as his mate went out and opened the back door.”what’s the plan for the little guy?”
“let’s just take him to the dungeons and report him to Lt Riley”said the ginger while he held the boy’s arm yanking him out the car.
”Lt would be pleased, we got him one of them and a vulnerable one it seems. Do u think we can get the night off?” said the other guy as he went to the other side of the boy and held his arm
”maybe, imma ask for a day off anyways” said the ginger entering the base.
the boy’s face was blank no emotions visible even when his right leg was bleeding through the uniform and his he couldn’t see with his right eye anymore.
after walking in the dark base and going under some tight stair that thx to the soldiers’s harsh hold he didn’t fall on his face walking down them
they finally reached a place that smelled like rotten flesh and blood.
it was a long hallway filled with prison cells most of them empty as they suddenly opened the first cell and threw him inside with no care
the ginger soldier spat on the floor and looked at him”enjoy your night, little bastard” smirking to his mate
they locked him and walked away.
The boy looked around him, he couldn’t see much the cell was small with a small window two or three inches taller than him in the wall with small bares on it that reflected some light inside the cell.
he could see with his left eye a metallic bed and curled blanket in the corner.
he sat leaning against the wall, his leg leg was bloody to the knee and his right blind eye hurting slightly as he crawled to the corner covering himself with the rough dirty blanket that smells like it wasn’t washed since the first world war
the view was getting blurry to the lad and the cold breeze made it more difficult for the boy to stay awake.
as he closed his eyes and fell unconscious in the small cold cell holding onto that blanket.