Dead

Mark the soldier with the walkie looked at 935 who gave him a daring look, he then looked at Stan who nodded his head, pleading him to say yes.

"Mark did you sight the subject" the person asked again.

Mark swallowed hard "No"

Stan watched in disbelief as his comrade lied to their commander. He tried to talk but his voice was muffled by the hand covering his mouth.

"Okay then, be on the lookout" that was all that was said before the talkie went quiet.

935 removed his hand from Stans mouth and immediately Stan spoke out "How could you!?" he inquired.

"You should have-" Stan was silenced immediately by 935 who twisted his head forcefully to the back in a swift motion.

Stan wasn't even granted the opportunity to scream or finish talking as his lightswitch was quickly turned off.

Mark watched Stan's body fall unto the snow with a thud. 935 looked at him and he immediately froze.

"Please" he said as he reached for his gun "I swear i don't wanna hurt you" he cautiously brought out his gun and dropped it on the floor.

"I swear i didn't see you either" Mark begged as he knelt down and dropped the tracking device. "We can just walk away, no one will know please" He added as tears welled up in his eyes.

935 took a step towards him "I-i have a daughter 935 i beg of you" he pleaded. "You must be freezing, yes your body is still new to all this here" he blurted out and removed his jacket, head warmer and mittens.

935 had a plain look on his face as he watched Mark, "Please don't kill me" Mark said shivering, he bowed down. "Please!! I have to provide for my daughter" he pleaded

Mark waited for his fate but he didn't hear anything, he raised his head only to see 935 rummaging the body of his dead comrade.

935 fished out a dagger from one of Stan's pocket and unsheathed it. Even with the intense cold around them sweat trickled down the side of his face.

"The dead don't speak" 

A voice echoed in 935's head as he stared at Mark who still had a pleading look on his face.

As 935 walked up to Mark, Mark backed away, he sat on the floor with his feet pushing him backwards till he reached the edge of the stream.

"Please" Mark said now practically crying. "I won't tell a soul" he tried to move but his body suddenly froze.

935 stood beside him with the knife in hand. "Please..." Mark begged. 935 grabbed Marks jaw and forced it open.

"N--nyo pweash nyo" Mark let out muffled words.

Mark watched the dagger over around his face, tears streamed down his face "nyo.." he tried shaking his head but the grip on his body was too firm, he could almost feel his jugular getting crushed.

He looked at 935, his eyes begged for mercy, but 935 had a cold gaze.

"They tortured you" 

A voice said in 935's head.

"You also begged yet no one helped you. Where was their sense of mercy??" 

The voice questioned in his head.

"With each opportunity they cut you down" 

The voice told him.

"pweeasheee" Mark sobbed.

"Mercy is a joke to them!!" 

The moment 935 heard those words echo in his head, his head began to ring, flashes of the hell he went through raced through his consciousness, it was all etched to his heart and soul.

"Forheeve nyee pwe-" Mark was cut off as the dagger descended straight on his tongue piercing through it. "AAARRHHGGGGGRRRRRRRR" Mark let out a scream followed by gurgling sounds as his own blood filled his mouth.

The blood from his mouth splashed on 935's face. The dagger sliced his tongue and some parts of his mouth.

Tears streamed down his eyes as he swallowed his blood, 935 grabbed his neck and pressed it, prohibiting him from swallowing before flinging him to Stan's dead body.

The blood from his mouth poured out as he coughed more blood out staining the snow, his saw his tongue drenched in blood on the snow. Mark held his neck as he backed away from 935 who was taking his time as he approached.

Mark reached for Stan's pockets and brought out a gun, he aimed it at 935 he shot 935's leg and he tripped.

"Liar. If he really didn't want to hurt you why did he shoot!!" 

The echo in his head said accusingly.

935 slowly stood up and glared at Mark, Mark tried to fire again but the gun suddenly flew away from his hand.

935 reached Mark's feet and stepped on it with his good leg, crushing his bones. Mark let out a loud muffled scream. He didn't have much time to relish the pain when he felt the bones on his other legs get crushed, he screamed in pain and hot tears and snot stained his face.

935 lifted Mark's hand and twisted his finger, "MMMMMMMMMMMM" Mark screamed as his fingers and palm was crushed.

His hand were twisted and turned till it looked like a squeezed cloth.

Blood dripped from his hand, he could see pieces of his bone that protruded out of his flesh.

Stan sobbed deeply, he had lost too much blood to continue screaming and his throat felt dry.

Even as 935 did the same reshaping to Mark's other hand and all Mark could do was cry and sob weakly.

Mark watched as 935 walked over to the clothes he had removed and put it on.

The jacket, mittens and head warmer were all too big for him but the young boy didn't seem to care. He noticed the tracking device beeping and picked it up.

It was a small phone with a map on it, it had a red dot that seemed to be at his exact location.

935 sighed, he knelt down by the edge of the stream where his puddle was and placed the tracker on the ground.

He placed his hand on his shoulder, feeling them out before, he felt his body from his shoulder up and stopped behind his left ear.

He raised his hand and the dagger flew into it. Mark watched as 935 used the dagger to cut his own ear off.

935's ear fell to the ground and he picked it up, he looked at it to see something blinking within his flesh.

935 picked up his squirrel and walked back up to Mark. He opened Mark's mouth and shoved his ear inside.

Mark too weak to even struggle, let him do whatever he wanted.

He pulled Mark's shoes from his legs and put them on before he walked away.

Mark watched him walk away till he disappeared into the snow. He felt his eyelids get heavy as he stared at the direction 935 walk off too before he slowly shut his eye, welcoming the peaceful darkness.

As 935 walked he left a trail of blood behind him, his foot was bleeding and badly.

"You need rest" 

The voice in his head let out.

"Your ear is regenerating slower than usual and your foot hasn't healed. Rest!!" 

The voice ended his statement with a command.

935 sat on a fallen tree and pulled up the squirrel to his face.

Using the dagger 935 skinned the squirrel, stripping it of its warm fur coat. He cut the head of the squirrel off and shoved the body into his mouth.

He chewed on the squirrel. Crushing its bones with his teeth. The moment his swallowed he could feel his ear begin to grow out by the side of his face and his leg stopped bleeding.