Chapter 3: Interesting twist

The bleeding from my injuries had to be tended to quickly and so began my new objective of retrieving the aid kit from bag, however due to the cuffs tightly binding me...…that might not be possible.

" You…..you need help." A voice said from my back prompting me to look and scan my current surroundings, then I saw I was not the only one here….there were much less prisoner's than what I expected or maybe the prisoners arealready been transported.

I looked at her for a few seconds before looking down on my wrist and then deciding that yes I would need her to get the aid kits from my bag and so I stood up and walked towards her before kneeling down on both knees and faced my back to her.

" Aid kit, colour red and brown at your left side. You will see it as one of the first things to lay your eyes on." I said to her briefly as she moved to bring out the kit.

A pained moan escaped her mouth as she attempted to stand before falling back down…..i looked from my side and soon saw her wincing in pain but soon she clenched her teeth and stood up on her knees and approached my bag before she began looking for the kit. Her face all serious but with a smile possible to hide the pain from her injuries.

( Murmur murmur murmur )

A constant incomprehensible yet audible murmur from which I was barely able to make out it's words kept on repeating. Dead..Dead..Dead..Dead..Dead.. he kept on repeating as he clenched his head with his arms and kept dragging his hair as if he wanted to pull it out. Dead.Dead.Dead.Dead he kept repeating. The disgusting insignia of fear drawn all over his face as his kept muttering.

The rest of the captives here were in.....a more favorable condition. Most had injuries but should limit their combat capabilities, their mental strength however seemed poor.

" Found it." A somewhat cheerful voice said as I turned to look from the right side of my 'face'. Stretching my hands out towards her as I turned to face her, I looked her in the eyes and uttered some words aloud.

"Give it".

She seemed stunned for a moment before she then gave it to me and thus I began trying to bandage and apply aid to my wounds whilst wearing the cuffs....I couldn't and like she was waiting on queue, she asked

" Do you need help." No reply came from me as I moved my hands In a vain attempt to bandage myself. ' Let her help you ' the voice said once more to me. I paid it no heed as I struggled even more, only making the wounds worse.

" I could help you" she asked once more though this time I looked at her then the bandage before looking at her once more in silence weighing and risking.

" Your…..your bleeding quite seriously." She said in a low voice as she tried smiling though it wasn't convincing enough. Her eyes darted continuously from my face to my injuries as time passed by.

" Here " I said to her as I handed a part of the bandage to her and began giving her instructions on how to use and assist me and some mistakes were made but soon I was done. With the remaining bandage I used it to wrap it around her head as there were bleeding from it.

Silence returned once more as I moved and repositioned myself near the door but at the side just in case. The sounds from my gas mask sounded through the room as time moved on, i was calm.....the rest....well.

( Door sounds from opening )

From the sound of footsteps and the door opening I prepared myself for an attack though the being that came out was the Drukhari that captured me, again I wanted and would have attacked but knew better than that…this place was swarming with Drukhari's. I don't think I would make it passed 10 seconds that is if I managed to kill her before the guards hear it...that would not be possible mostly because 'I was weak, unworthy and worthless.' My voice repeated in my head.

She smiled at me as her eyes moved to the side and spotted me…..she was waiting for something…something that would never come. She dragged me from the cuffs out of the room and through their base…several Drukhari was spotted by me and more prisoners kept coming in. Soon I was dragged into a room that also had guards and in it was a male Drukhari doing some...heretical stuffs. He spoke to my captor for some time before walking towards me.

" What is your regiment." He asked in low Gothic though I didn't move seemingly unaware of the language he was speaking.

" What is your regiment". He asked once more in what I would say would be high Gothic…can't understand it well. Again I neither moved nor made a sound as he spoke however something distracted me...another Drukhari though this one seemed weird…..familiar yet unfamiliar.

Silence soon engulfed the room as I stared at the female Drukhari in a vain attempt to recognize her, the Male Drukhari seemed to notice as he traced my sights and noticed where I was looking.

" Do you recognize her." He asked in low Gothic once more seemingly out of curiosity before repeating it in high Gothic. Again I ignored him trying to recall forgotten memories and then it appeared.. so suddenly and plainly. The reason for the nagging feeling in my head was that she was…

" Aeldari " I said out loud as the thought popped into my head. ' What's an Aeldari doing with the Drukhari?' The female voice asked me in suprise.

' Don't know…..what's the difference?.' I replied to the voice in my head that had asked the question. There was silence for a brief moment before a reply came

' To put it bluntly, the Aeldari are elders too….. I'm sure you do remember what that is, right?.' The voice said before asking in a slower voice and a suspicious one.

'...They are Xeno and yet there is a difference. I know what they are and yet I can't remember where I heard it from...they are like Elves….I.' I began saying as suppressed memories began popping up before it got blocked by something.

' Yes…yes. That is correct.' She replied in a sad hurried tone.

' The Drukhari are the evil counterparts of the Aeldari whom through heretical actions birthed a chaos God know as the Prince of Slaneesh. But the Aeldari calls it-.' She began explaining briefly and I on the other hand began trying to remember why the information felt familiar.

'She who thirst' I said suddenly as it just appeared.

Chapter 4: The Work Of Fate