Garrett sat in the corner of a dark, dank cell. He had no idea how long he had been here, to him time had no meaning. The dripping of water and the sound of chains echoed. He hugged his knees to his chest hoping to get warm. His body shivered and his teeth chattered.

He had been subjected to both physical and mental torture. A scream in the distance caused him to cringe and close his eyes. Slightly rocking back and forth he struggled to keep his sanity.

The steel bars of his cell creaked open and his captors stood above him. Dragging him to his feet he was taken to a room and tied to a chair. The light hurt his eyes like daggers even though it was dim. The coarseness of the ropes bit his skin. He was asked questions and he remained silent. He was slapped across the face drawing blood, that wouldn't be the only blood he would see that day.

Garrett never saw his captors' faces. All he saw were their eyes. They were as cold as ice, as emotionless as the steel of the bars on his cell, and as wicked as evil would allow when he stared into their eyes. They forced him to watch a video of the mass murders and destruction they were causing. His captors were responsible for the murder of men, of women, and of children, no one was spared from their wrath. Garrett witnessed this firsthand and his captors made sure he could see everything and do nothing.

Untying him they proceeded to beat him senseless. Kicks to his ribs made his breathing ragged, new sources of pain came by new bruises on his arms and legs, the pain overwhelmed him but he never cried out loud.

When they were finished he could hear their cruel laughs. They dragged him back to his cell and left him alone in the dark. His head pounded and blood dripped down the side of his face. He was fading fast. Pressing his cheek to the dirt of the cell he struggled to breathe, when suddenly he noticed a small flower growing out of the bottom of the wall. He blinked and a tear fell down his cheek, amidst all this death there was life. They would never discover he was a leader of the resistance and he would never reveal the location of the resistance. As death welcomed him with open arms he died with a smile on his face.