Concrete Wasteland

Mein Kommandant

The punch came down with full force, whipping his head to the side even as he tried to bear the brunt of it as stiffly as possible. Blood trailed out the side of his mouth, a sharp fang tooth having torn into the inside of his lip, the crimson liquid tasting of metallic tears.

The bunker was sweltering hot; a concrete room built in times of war when comfort was far from the mind. Sweat beaded and rolled down his temples as he kneeled before his commanding officer, head bowed again, damp bangs falling into lowered eyes. Previously pressed and ironed slacks were dusted heavily in dirt, knees scuffed. A punishable offence once, his Colonel ignored the current state of Draven’s clothes. It was he who had commanded this position of subservience. Draven could feel the superior sneer on his commanding officer’s face even if he wouldn’t dare take his eyes off the floor to see it. The Colonel and an underling stood over him with the guise of calm, dry faced and cruel as they looked down at him.

“Mein Warrant Officer Getriebe-Herzen,” Draven knew this man, had known him for years. He was his elder by nearly ten years and was now his Colonel, a man to be feared or hated. Draven had been taught this sort of man was one you never corrected, even if he was a Chief Warrant Officer it was a matter of mistake best left in the mouth.

“I finally get the privilege of punishing you.” The words were purred out as if to a lover.

Sick.

Draven heard the stiff drag of fabric as the Colonel’s second in command gave a salute and as if on command he left, leaving the Colonel to administer his corporal punishment upon the Warrant Officer however he pleased.

“Draven, Draven, Draven…” His name was whispered above his head in a voice mocking the caring of a guardian. “You, mein schön, so perfect in your training, are to be taught a lesson. Don’t fret, you have served us exceptionally.” Daggers dripping with honey were the Colonel’s words. As if Draven couldn’t tell this man was enjoying the idea of correcting any mistake he could have within him. “It seems your father has sent down orders to have me personally perform some certain… imprinting of ideals into your young mind.”

It should have been surprising but it wasn’t. He had heard similar words from the head of his family before but prier to that moment they had only been threats to curb the whims of a foolish child even when he was no longer such. It was cruel of his father to have this man deal out what he had always promised though. It seemed only a truly malicious man could have been hand picked by his father to do the task in the end.

“So quiet. Are you not pleased that I would take the time to see that you are personally trained?” If not for their real meaning the words would have seemed truly quizzical. After a moment the Colonel grew angry at Draven’s silence. Had he not asked a question?!

Draven knew he was in deep when he heard the nasty snarl sound above him. He had no idea what to expect other then what he had heard from others, from those that had kneeled before the Colonel in a similar position. “I asked you a question Getriebe-Herzen! Now I know what your father was speaking of! And I was going to let you off easy.” His superior officer growled angrily. Draven doubted he would have been spared by such a man even had he not been angered. He knew he would live after today yet he knew how much pain his body would suffer before he would leave this room. Draven would not cry out if he could help it, nor would he give in to the fear beginning to boil in the pit of his stomach.

Hey peoples~ I know that this is a short chapter, sorry D: I’ll try my best to update quicker though.