Holding Cell

     The hours felt so long. False accusations felt so methodical that if someone asked him for a snack he'd snap back with 'God dammit! I'm not the enemy!'. He was in a small room with only a hard uncomfortable metal chair and a military guard standing in front of him. “Now tell me, Redman. If you're not with those slimy zelkins then what were you doing calling for help by that boy's side?” the officer asked.

     The kid. The kid was all that Cil could think about. He thought about how he watched his son die long ago. He couldn't bare the thought of a child only the size of four feet dying in a horrendous battlefield. Even if it was a zelkin. “He was just a boy, I couldn't let him die out there.” Cil replied.

     “Well...” the guard said with a smirk on his face. “I regret to inform you that the zelkin scum is going to be executed in one week by IHT.” he said.

“What? You can't do that!” Cil rose to his feet quickly.

     “Sit back down, Redman...before I make you sit.”

“I'd like to see you--” Cil was interrupted by a punch to the chest. The guard let out a slight chuckle. Cil dropped his shoulder into a heavy punch directed toward the guard’s stomach. The guard turned to his side and used the momentum to hold Cil against the wall.

     “That's it, Redman. You're going to be executed just like your little friend.” said the guard.

     Cil dressed in thin black pants and shirt with matching boots just like the other prisoners. He was guided by two guards through concrete walls and many cells. They stopped at the last cell on the right. One of the guards unlocked the cell door while the other one nudged Cil in the small cramped room. The room was small and gray. To his left was a set of bunk beds and in the far right corner was a small toilet. He heard a short grunt coming from the top bunk. “Hello.” said Cil. He couldn't believe what rolled over from the top bunk. The little four foot zelkin boy.

This is a part in my continuing story Rogue Valor. The rest of the story can be found here.