| 6. 05:00 am Howie, Brian and Nick all look at each other. Too Brian�s annoyance he feels how he starts to get seriously nervous. Of course he knows were it�s time for. They are going to be liquidated in a short amount of time, just what happens everyday. Just like Peter and his dad and so many other people. �Brian?� Ian�s voice. �You are going to sit down on the bed and stay there. We only take the Latin and the blond.� A moment it seems as if Brian�s brains can�t understand what Ian are saying, but when his pushed on the bed and sees how Howie and Nick are taken away he seems to understand. Ian leaves last the cell snickering. Brian is totally confused. This is not how it usually happens. He knows that around 5:30 am prisoners in the cells are being shot outside. It never happens that somebody is left behind. And why should they leave him? It would be more logical if they would have left Nick behind, although they don�t care to shoot an innocent person. Why? Why him? Why, now he wanted dead? He knew that that was true. Why should he want to live? He was not a nice person anymore and even when the war would be over he would never be the same. He knew that for sure. The war had changed him, but not in a positive way. And why should he want to live anyway? One of his best friends was death and what about his lovely girlfriend? They should marry. Soon, but it had never happened. Brian was totally confused. How could this happen? WHY??? Time seemed to stand still. Before he at least had some company and listening to their stories, or even telling his own wasn�t such a bad thing when he thought about it. He listens intensively if he could hear something, as if this was some kind of joke or a nightmare. That every second Kevin and Peter would come in, laughing their ass of. He shakes his head, at least that was something that certainly wouldn�t happen. Brian started to wonder if he was going insane. Maybe he was. Maybe he wasn�t. Again he started to listen intensively for any sound, the silence was started to frighten him. Suddenly he heard something. Dimmed shots. Not one or two, but certainly more than fifteen shots in the dark. Howie and Nick! Realisation hit him, he was alive and they were dead! He felt how slowly a tear started to flow. This couldn�t be happening! A cold hand of fear grasps his heart. Maybe this was all just a nightmare. That�s it. That would explain this, because there was no other suitable explanation for it. He had always been a dreamer. Even when he was awake. But at night� it had happened lots of time that he wasn�t even sure if he was awake or not. He still remembered that dream he had when he was still at school. Kevin had teased him about it for weeks. He had dreamed he was late at school and that he was suspended from school. When he woke up he had almost ran to school before he realised he had dreamed it� and was an hour to early. Kevin and Peter couldn�t stop laughing when the heard it. And this was just the same, just a dream. In a couple of hours he would wake up again and then Brian knew what he was going to do. NO WAY he was going to blow up that head quarters. He would stay in his bed and quite doing the whole resistance thing. Maybe he would write some other articles, but no killing anymore� EVER. He almost believed it. But why was there that tiny voice in his head? That tiny voice that said him he was alive and Howie and Nick where dead. That tiny voice that said that he girlfriend was dead too. That same voice that said him that he had killed many people. It told him about that young, blond kid with curly hair. How happy it must have been to be with his daddy and he had killed it. The same voice that was telling him that he was still breathing, HIS heart was still beating and so many people were dead. Was this it? Would he be left alone here forever? Alone with that voice in his head that made him feel worse every second that went by? Maybe it wasn�t such a disaster to die then. Maybe it really was a key to freedom. Brian felt how he started to get lost in his memories. He thought of his friends; Kevin and Peter, one alive and wanted by the enemy another dead. He knew were Kevin was, of course he knew that. They weren�t buddies for nothing. But he wouldn�t tell. No way, you didn�t betray your friends. His parents. Probably still living in that small village a couple of miles away from the city. He hadn�t talked to them in a couple of months and he probably never would anymore. He wondered how they were doing at the moment? Did they know that he was here? He hoped not. His brother Harold. Harold was a very good person, who tried to make live as comfortable as possible at the moment. He was happily married and had one cute son: Daniel. Daniel really was a young, curious and smart kid. He remembers how he had made fun with him last year. Memories where all coming back to him and then, strangely, the truth hit him. He cared about those people, of course he did; they were his family. But something had changed during this night. It was probably the longest day of his live; he had never been awake for more than 24 hours before and he was changed. He didn�t care anymore. He didn�t give a fuck. Brian felt how a strange calmness came over him. He would die. Would he go to heaven? Probably not, but he didn�t care. Strange how your whole view on live can change in one single night. Now that Brian had realised this little thing he was completely calm again and was able to control his thoughts. He just sat there, on the small bed and waited. Waited on what would happen next. He didn�t even looked up when Ian entered the cell again accompanied by two strong soldiers. �Now it�s your time, wise guy.� Next Back Back to the Index |