Dmitri

Dmitri Miroslav’s head hurt. Quite a lot. He didn’t want to open his eyes. No…It would be too painful. He would wait a few minutes then open his eyes. For now he would be content with laying, unmoving, on the floor of what was most likely his cell. He sucked in air through his nose, and exhaled deeply. Even this was painful.

Dmitri decided to open his eyes. He knew that it would be painful, but it was necessary. In one swift movement, his eyelids flashed open, absorbing his surroundings. He wasn’t in his cell,  that was apparent, but everything else left to the imagination because it was pitch black. Dmitri slowly stood. He clentched his teeth as his nerves exploded with pain. He spit blood onto the floor and grimaced. He limped over to the wall and began to feel for a light switch. He found one quickly, and took haste in flicking the switch. Light flooded the room. Dmitri turned around and saw something that took his breath away. He was in the room the guards had taken him too. But there was quite a difference.

Blood was splattered on the walls. Smeared on the floor. A man  hung from the ceiling, his hand stuck into the wall with a long knife, blood running down his hand in streams, dripping off his shoes. On one side of the room a man had been decapitated.  His head lay on the floor with its tongue lolling from his mouth. Dead was everywhere