| 2. 01:00 am Brian started to wonder about the other two in this cell. Of course he knew why he was here and he could see why the enemy had taken him prison, but why the other two? Why that Latin guy, who looked like he couldn�t hurt a fly? Why that blond kid, Nick, who was way too young to be here in the first place, too young to be involved in a war like this? He looked at Nick who was lying with his head on Brian�s shoulder, probably asleep. Suddenly Nick opened his eyes and looked afraid at Brian. �Kid� Nick, how old are you?� whispered Brian afraid to disturb the silence. �Fourteen.� A moment Brian closed his eyes, Nick was even younger than he had thought. �How can you� just an average boy get involved in something as dirty as a war? I have done things were I�m not proud of, but you� what possible could you have done?� Tears started to flow in Nick�s eyes. �I didn�t do a thing,� he whispers, �it�s my brother. They came to get my brother, but he wasn�t there� only I was at home.� Great, this is getting even worse! Thought Brian. �Where were your parents?� �Dead� killed in one of the first bombardments of the war. My brother was taking care of me.� �And they came to get your brother?� �Yes. He�He has killed a police officer and he was helping with spreading rumours against the enemy.� �So that�s why you are here? Because your brother wasn�t there?� Brian tried to remember if he might know this kid�s brother. �How old is your brother?� �He�s twenty-three.� �What�s his name?� �Alex.� Alex. That name made a little bell ring. Alex, wasn�t that that guy who was always making jokes. The guy with the colourful outfits, the one who always kept the spirit up? �Was he a very faithful guy?� Eyes full of tears looked at Brian. �He always said to never loose hope.� That couldn�t be anyone else then �his� Alex. Damn, Brian felt how he started to feel guilty. As if it was his fault that this young boy was involved. He knew something more; this young boy would die, there was no way that they would set him free even when Alex was caught. This young kid at the beginning of his live was as dead as Brian was. �I hate my brother!� Brian stroked the young boy trough his hair. �I�m sure you don�t mean that. Just as Alex doesn�t meant to get you in danger.� �You have to keep faith, blondie.� A moment Brian had no idea who had spoken, then he realised that it was the other person in this cell, the Latin guy; Howie. Howie had turned around and looked at the two people sitting on the ground. Then he knelt and sat down next to Nick. �There is always place for a little hope.� Then Howie was silent again, and it was as if Brian had only imagined that he had spoken. Nick had closed his eyes again and this time Brian thought that Nick really was asleep. Maybe that was better, maybe it was even a good thing. Who would want to wait while the hours went by? Who would want to wait for his dead? Brian knew one thing; he would. He would wait how the seconds became minutes, became hours, just wait until it was dawn. Dead became something unreal in his eyes and Brian felt strangely calm, calmer than he had felt in weeks, heck!� calmer than he had felt in years! Another strange thing was that he didn�t felt tired at all. He had been awake for more than 24 hours and he still felt as if he could go on for another 24. 24 hours ago he had been busy preparing his attack. Preparing his one way ticket to dead. Brian remembered how nervous he was to do anything wrong. How could he have known that he would be so close to his own downfall? Next Back Back to the Index |