Necessary

It was necessary.
What a poor excuse for a horrible act of malevolence. As his trembling hands brought the knife down onto the man's throat, his eyes tortured and supplying mute evidence to his suffering, he whispered to himself, “It was necessary.”
*****
I was running. No escape, they surrounded me. The sound of their angry shouts filled my ears and I struggled to free myself from the tangled bushes. I tripped over a fallen log and I came to a startling realisation. It was over. All of my friend's were dead. "Could their deaths have been prevented?" I wonder. The answer antagonizes me. I lay on the ground, gasping, as my heart beats like a beacon inside of me. Death is inevitable. I close my eyes. I must obey.
*****
I feel the hard ground against my hip and I am shocked. Am I alive? I tentatively attempt to move my aching muscles. They respond. With a flood of bright light I open my eyes. The scene before me makes me wish I hadn’t. I am in a circle of firelight, tied to three other people and in front of me stood the most horrific being I had ever seen. He stood behind a makeshift alter, red liquid dripping from his hands. On top of the alter lay a suspiciously still figure. My heart starts to pound as I realise, I have been captured. “Ssh,” breathes the man next to me. “It will be fine. You won’t be next.” I sit silently for a while, stunned. What makes him so sure? As if he can guess my thoughts, he whispers, “You have been captured for a purpose. They will not harm you.” I think about that as the horrible figure intones a prayer in an unfamiliar language. “Why?” I ask. “It was necessary.”
*****
When the dreadful rights were concluded, a total of 6 people had been brutally dismissed from this life. This made me wonder, was there an afterlife? Was there something to look forward to after this brutal agony? Was there a point to life after all? We were dragged to cells, deep under ground and left to wait, wondering what torture they would afflict on us next. After hours, or perhaps days, spent in that horrible, stinking cell, we began to hear noises. Whispers, shuffles. I thought I was alone in hearing them but gradually, oh so gradually, I realized that I was not alone. The anxious words echoing around me made me realize that everyone could hear these noises. After days of agonising over what was out there, we heard footsteps. Some of the dark figure’s minions had come down to feed and water us, but they had only been a couple of hours ago. Was this our saviour? The footsteps continued and as they got closer to the steps in front of our barred cell, we could see a light bobbing. Then, the figure holding the light rounded the corner, and a woman screamed.

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