The Cell Pt 2 The heavy steel door twisted on its hinges as it bashed against the corresponding wall. The door had been opened this way many times before as the indentation that scarred the wall was a perfect fit for the similarly worn door handle. A detail missed from his previous surveillance of the room. The light from outside only briefly filled his eyes before a large shape eclipsed the doorway. "So, we meet again, although this time in terrifically different circumstances I must say." The last of the captain's words echoed around the room and were not followed by any response. The captain smirked for the briefest of moments and then regained a look that resembled sympathy. "You're obviously tired. Froy?" "Sir?" A smaller shadow appeared behind the captain. "Get him some food and water straight away." The captain kept his back to the night guardsman. "Yes sir," the sound of clinking armour faded away down the corridor as the guard followed his orders. The captain kept his eyes firmly on him as he strode forward and took the chair opposite. "Finally, we are alone." he caught the captains wide grin and knew exactly where this conversation was heading. At least he thought he did. The captain leaned in hurriedly, "I don't have much time, do you have the plans brother?" he whispered. His heart raced at hearing the subtle change in the voice and he immediately met the captain's gaze. The man in front of him was the infamous Captain Seegray Gordison just as he had suspected, but the tension in the room had swayed suddenly into the unknown by one word. Brother. For a moment he forgot about his plan to escape, any sense of clarity he had was diminished like wind to a candle flame. He reached out slowly under the table and wrapped the loose chain around his right hand, ready to flail the captain with the attached clump of stone in case it was some sort of test or trick by the captain. When he spoke his voice scratched at his throat, making him strangely unfamiliar with the sound that followed. "Seb?" "It is me brother." "How can I be sure?" he mumbled, feeling the sweat cascade down his forehead and sting his eyes. "Our Mother died when you were ten and I was eight, our Father became violent and used to beat us in our chambers, we used to sleep together some nights, holding hands for comfort. We called it our safe place. We were sent to the Academy when-" he stopped his rant and pricked his ears. "Froy. With your food. Dammit, he was quicker than expected." He put his finger to his lips and cleared his throat. "Where is it you filthy dog?!" he screamed smashing his fists on the table, almost knocking him out of his shackles. Froy came trouncing in, holding a dirty wooden tray with a large wedge of hard-bread and a bowl of water on. "Thank you Froy, could you please go to my office and search for a name in my files?" The guard have a hesitant glance at the shackled man and the captain. "of course sir." "The name is Felvar Valadin." Once you find the file, make sure you take it the investigations department. "Yes sir," and the armour rattled back down the corridor. The captain kept his eyes facing the doorway until he was sure it was ok to talk. "Do you believe me brother?" he said, this time not whispering. It took a long time for him to answer. "Yes, I believe you. No one could know some of the information you have told me." The captain grinned again, looking relieved. "So brother. The plans." He honestly didn't know what the captain was talking about. "Seb, I don't know what you mean." he said defeatedly. "Nonsense brother, how could you forget your markings? The trouble you went to to have them etched on your back for #life." Straight away his back started to throb and he wanted to see what his brother meant. He had no memory of any markings or tattoo. As he looked at Seb, hopelessly dumbstruck by his failure to remember, his brother filled the silence. "We can discuss this once you're safe and I'm out if this hideous disguise." he pinched the pocked face. They looked at each other for a few seconds before he asked Seb, "How did you manage to do all this?" "As I said, we can go over all this once you're out of here, now quick let's get you out of these shackles before Froy gets back." Seb produced a key from his sleeve as he stood and quickly unchained his brother. "Lets get you free and clean. They will be waiting for us." As the shackles unravelled and fell to the floor, he was surprised how fast everything had changed, his brother appearing from no where, the man who was saving his #life. The pain in his right hand suddenly flared up like it was on fire. "Brother?" called Seb. He looked up at him. "Sometime today would be great, let's go!" he said excitedly. He must have been day dreaming. He hurried out of the chair and began to follow Seb out into the unknown. "oh no brother, you first. I want your taste of freedom to be assured, I will guard you from behind. It's left out of here and straight through the red door. Our contact will be waiting. They both left the cell and quickly paced their way towards the huge red door at the end if the corridor. He could smell the sweet fresh air behind the door. Air that only freedom could buy. It was not the searing pain in his back that brought him to a halt, but the metallic taste in his mouth. His lungs depressed like burst balloons and the pain exploded from his back into his chest and neck. He was being stabbed. He should have noticed the blade on the captain's belt, he shouldn't have trusted his heart. As he slowly fell to his knees the captain appeared in front of him, looming like a hungry wolf over its prey. Looking up mystified at the blurred shadow he managed a few words before he collapsed to the cold,damp floor. "I thought you were my brother?" He heard the faint noise of laughter and then a pause. The captain knelt down and put his mouth to the dying man's ear. "Oh dear Adz, you fool. I am your brother."