Even Closer

In my Few short years in this world, I've never heard a Promise more cruel and real than what the Governor said. In my slumber I was woken up with a fist sliding through my cheeks. It was him again Lieutenant Harper. As I opened my eyes, I could see his dark and sinister smile greeting me. He couldn't be any happier torturing me again. He laughed at me both sarcastically and hysterically, he thanked me for pissing of the Governor, because of that he is here again to finish what he started. But despite his "excitement", he is still bound to some rules, but despite that, it is quite loose. He grabbed the chair that I supposed he brought with him and sat down infront of me. The happy look he had on his face suddenly became serious as he stared at me. He asked me that during the events of yesterday one of my "cellmates" mentioned the "NUSA". He asked me what that means and why it is Important for him. I always told myself since day one not to tell anything but this topic wouldn't really harm our efforts.

I explained to him that it is what we Previously called ourselves. Some still refer to ourselves as that, specially those that joined in the Beginning. NUSA meant, The New United States Army. An umbrella term for the whole Organization. He was shocked that I spoke about it, but I reminded him that the Information I gave is useless. He laughed and replied that atleast all the "Equipment" that he brought with him will still be used.

He then went again and asked why we called ourselves the "New United States Army". I explained that its because we thought of the whole debacle as an Invasion, after all they're not humans, right? We saw them as an Infiltrating force who took over every Institution in the Country. We saw ourselves as the last bastion of Human Race in America. Fighting to regain our Country and Place once again, be it blood or sweat. It was hilarious at first to call ourselves the Resistance, but as time passes by it stuck to as like a Glue, until that is what we eventually called ourselves. He chuckled and told me that even if the Resistance managed to rescue me they'll just turn me away anyways because I am now what the Movement is against.

He stood up from his chair and grabbed one of the Pliers that I assume he brought with him. He tested and played with it first, until he turned his head around me, and told me now it's time to tell him something Useful. He sat down at the chair and he put the Pliers mouth in one of my fingers and he told me to speak up. I laughed at him and I told him that this is nothing to me anymore. I am numb and just waiting for the inevitable, so he can do what he wants, I know that they'll kill me anyways. He laughed as well and simply replied that it's not a Problem. He close the mouth of the pliers in my finger and pressed it hard. He looked at me with a Sinister smile, waiting and waiting to call my bluff. But despite the pain or the blood coming out of my finger, I didn't do anything, I didn't speak nor show signs of pain and struggle. But he still had his smile on his face, adamant that his "methods" would break me. At some point you really just have to realize that they are desperate to know what is inside my Head.

He stood up and took a wire cutter from his tools. He looked at me first, probably thinking where he is going to use it. He went behind me, and I could feel him touching my ear. He told me that I still have a chance to say anything, and he would grant mercy upon me. Once again for the hundredth time, I didn't speak. He laughed and proceeded to cut my ears in half. I tried to hold my scream, but I couldn't hold it enough to keep a few in. He seems delighted seeing me finally feel pain and he continued on my other ear and he told that there will be no begging from him now, but all of this will stop, once I told them what they need to hear. He then cut my other ear in half. He whispered happily as he grabbed all his other tools to torture me.

It went for what felt like hours, at the first few tries he was happy, but as he saw that I wasn't breaking he became pissed off and made every torture he could think of far more brutal. After everything that he has done, there was still nothing and I could see his face grow a heavy frown. He came up to me and told me what it is that made me so loyal to the Movement. They never rescued me from this shithole, there were never reports of any infiltration done to the facility. He asked me why am I holding so tightly to a thin thread that nobody else wants to hold, he waited for a response, but once again for a Hundredth time, I didn't say anything. He just sighed and told me that I'm right, in a Few days I will be executed, since the Higher ups doesn't want to keep me around anymore. But in those Final Days, they are still Instructed to get what they can.

He sat at the chair he brought with him once again, panting and panting, both pissed and tired of me. He admitted that I'm a Different case, my loyalty is a Pest that they wish they can get rid of. He tortured many before me, some gave up easily and others went the same route as me, but I am what he would call, the most Extreme. He said to me that he wished that he knew why we are so adamant and loyal to our Humanity. The drug might have unintended Consequences, but it still did its Job. Sickness is something they don't even know anymore, some don't even grow old. He asked me for the final time, why are we passing up something that can actually help? I didn't respond for a while and the only sound that he heard after that was silence, but eventually I did tell him.

"Because it's not how we are supposed to live, and it never was", I replied in a Quiet and soft voice.

"Is it Unnatural to you? To get rid of it, despite the Advantages?", He asked me.

"What advantage is there really? The constant lust for blood and pleasure? or not facing reality?", I replied.

"Maybe reality can be changed and you just don't want to accept that."

"Was it changed? As I see it everything just became worse than before, nothing is fixed and I think that you people aren't really after change"

He didn't respond and he just got up from his Chair, he touched his ear and spoke, probably asking to leave. Since after that he took his things and the Chair, as he was about leave he stopped for a while. He said to me that we don't know it, but eventually we'll lose and we would all just look back and thought to ourselves, "Why didn't we just gave up from the start". He left the room and it was me once again, all alone in this room. As he left I thought about many things, My sacrifice, myself and my Family. Sometimes I do tell myself if what I'm doing is right, but then again, I've experienced first hand how these people can be, they're cruel nature is simply something that is Unforgivable. But instead of it pushing me to give up, it only made me realize how right I am to stay strong. I thought about my family, and with my Death sentence coming up any day now, I knew that I would never see them again. I could only hope that they would Understand and that they would be safe, while I'm here and when I'm gone. Soon enough despite everything, we would be all together in Paradise.