Snippet #2232838

Matthew was getting used to this now. Living in cold dark rooms? Check. Being completely scared all the time? Check. He didn't know what to do. That weird hooded guy had took Matthew to a military bunker, and trapped him in what looked like a interrogation room. There was one table, two chairs, a door, no windows, and a completely cold, stone wall. Pretty much sounds like an interrogation room. Matthew looked down at the table, his eyes focusing on his hands. Once clean and fresh, now pale and bloody.
The door creaked open. The hooded man walked inside. "Hello. I need to talk to you. Now." The hooded man grabbed Matthew by the arm and laid him against the table, his hands pressed down. "Whoa whoa whoa, what are you doing?!" Matthew said in protest. "You will see." The hooded man closed the door and took out a small pocketknife. "I found this in your pocket. Now, will it be your demise?" The hooded man quickly took the knife, and slid it under one of Matthew's fingernails. "Tell me, ho many people are in your group?" Matthew smiled again. "Like I'm telling an asshole like you." The hooded man simply ripped off the fingernail. "Oh my god! OH MY GOD!"
It was now the hooded man's turn to smile. "Do not worry. It will grow back. But maybe I need more effective measures of interrogation. Come with me." Matthew had no chance for a snarky comment back to him, because he grabbed Matthew by the neck and slung him out the door. Matthew hit the floor hard, and coughed up some blood. The man took his foot and pressed it against Matthew's chest.
"Bring the girl in." Two men came down the hallway, bringing a girl, no more than five. "What the hell is this?" Matthew looked at the hooded man, who brought up something like a scythe. "Now, which one of you should die? Hmmm? The girl, or the boy. It is the people's choice." The girl was crying for her mother, and Matthew knew the obvious choice. "Kill me. Do it. Just do it." The hooded man brought up the scythe. "Excellent choice. Do not worry, we will still find your group. Give them a very warm welcome."
Matthew looked down at the floor, waiting for what he knew was coming. He had made it this far just to be murdered. But at least he would save a girls life. A poor five year old girl, who's mother was probably still out there looking for her. His parents weren't. What did he really have to live for? Hope? Forget it. All you could do was die in this world. Matthew closed his eyes tighter. Think of something good, he told himself. Like this not happening, or being back down at the campsite,eating some more canned beans. Matthew opened his eyes. Except your fate with dignity. He looked up. The man looked down. "Any last words?" Matthew grinned one last time. "Fuck you asshole!" The man brought the scythe down, and blood splattered everywhere.


3 hours later
Running. Running. That man had killed that poor girl. And then he had ran. Matthew. Had. Ran. Through the halls. Out the window. Into the sunshine. Running. Coward. There. Over there. The campsite. The weird girl and the woman. They were there. Matthew rushed over. And fell over in a heap and cried.
(OOC: Sorry that part is so weird. Just so you guys'll understand, no, Matthew is not dead. I just like to screw with people!:D )