Stolen Abroad Chp. 1 - Taken Souls PAH! clik. PAH! clik PAH! Bullets could be heard firing from several guns' chambers from outside a rugged building that stood beside several other similar buildings in rows and columns. A merciless storm flooded down upon the area and drowned out most of the faint cries and high pitched screams of human suffering. Thunder clapped deafeningly above and caused jagged bolts of blue lightning to light up the dreary sky. Each flash of the storm lit up the area that resembled that of an abandoned Nazi concentration camp. The sounds of helpless screams proved that this place had been reclaimed and put back into use. Barbed fences surrounded the entirety of the unsettling location that seemed to be surrounded by thick and twisted looking woods. There was a dark dirt road that ran from the main fenced entrance on the west side of the camp and continued down the center of the unsettling looking forest. PAH! PAH! clik. PAH! A loud shrilling, high pitched scream of a woman would pierce all ears from within the barrack. "Cut it out of her head ALREADY." A scratchy voice of a man in his late twenties demanded as he choked on a laugh that would make anyone's stomach churn, because of what was taking place. The sound of hoarse laughter from a woman could be heard among the cries and sickening moans from inside. Busting through the metal barrack doors, was a group of people dressed in dark worn clothes that one might see in the 40's or 50's and the group wore oddly shaped jester hats atop their heads. With them were regularly dressed human beings who were violently forced into the sour, diseased smelling barracks bound by the hands. Fourty or so naked and barely clothed filth covered humans were shoved into tiny manmade bunks that were constructed from old horse stalls. All that was heard from the ones from the stalls were frightening moans and gurgled weeping. When the new captives were brought inside, they were chained to a thick unbreakable rail on one end of the room and other terrified captives, who had been there longer, were chained on a rail on the other side across the room. Their eyes were wide with shock and some men were rattling their chains in order to try and break free from the rail in an outrage. "Shut them up." One of the black dressed men ordered to another who was standing near the rebellious captives. The man standing closest to the rail of men making the loud racket pointed his gun at the first captive man's knees. PAH! PAH! The impact of the bullets caused the tops of the man's knees to erupt into a bloody raw sight. He did the same to the other man's knees and they both scrambled in a pool of each other's blood in immense pain. The sight caused a woman who was also chained to the same rail to scream in shock and she began to panic, but could not get free no matter how hard she struggled. "We're called to meet. Don't cripple the rest for now." The man who ordered the shooting said. Most of the darkly dressed, cruel people left the barracks except one or two who stood outside to guard the doors. "If I don't return with news within the hour, continue what they started. Shoot the knee caps and cut out the tongues. All of them." The man's words could be heard from those inside the barrack and then he left and there was dead silence from outside. On the ground within the barracks, a blood stained pile of wet and shriveling tongues could be seen near the corner of the room. All that could be heard were the sorrowful groans non-stop within the room and it would be hard to even speak over all the noise. The same thing was happening within most of the other barracks and new captives were separated inside those buildings too. Blood covered the floor and some of the people within the splintered, wooden bunks reached their arms out for help toward the unharmed captives who would soon meet the same fate. The tormented people shoved tight within the bunks were practically skin and bones with some of their bones piercing through the flesh. The salty and nauseating smell of wound infections bit the noses of the new captives who could do nothing but witness their reality in horror. "I can't die here. I'm pregnant." A blonde woman who witnessed the two men on her rail get shot cried. She looked to the other captives with pleading eyes and hoped they could help in some way. One of the men who had been shot in the knees passed out and the other leaned against the metal wall and stared off in shock. The thunder could be heard booming outside with rain hitting the roof in hard patters. A crippled woman in the bunks began wailing as the sound of immature, mocking laughter of children could be heard from the bunk wall. A stake was being driven through slit sized openings in the walls to pester and torment the people in the bunk further. --- Foot steps could be heard from outside the barracks and the sound of the children running away was heard with more giggles. "We have a visitor." A familiar voice was heard outside. The man in charge, from earlier, returned and the barrack doors squealed open. In stepped the black dressed man with a crooked grin and beside him was a wiry haired old man with a deeply wrinkled face. The old man looked like a mad scientist... and that's nearly what he was. "You came to select some more guinea pigs?" The man said with a long winded chuckle. The scientist ignored his words and began to whistle in an indifferent manner as he walked down the first rail of chained captives. As he inspected their faces, he would snort habitually and the sound of him swallowing the mucus could be heard each time. He stopped in front of an Asian teenager boy and grinned revealing yellowy-brown stained teeth that caused a rank odor of bad breath to swivel up the boys nostrils. "Him...and-and him and her too! I could do so much yes. So much I can do." The old man mumbled with an oddly sounding monotone voice. He was referring to the Asian boy and then pointed out a woman with dark ruby hair, and then a guy with dark, curly brown hair. A group of cultists unchained the three the scientist wanted and forced them out of the barrack. The scientist left with another sick and slimey sounding snort in which he swallowed before disappearing from the other captive's sights. The doors shut behind him and the scientist led the way down the rainy trail as the storm began to let up. Two cultists stood on each side of the three chosen chain gang and held automatic machine guns. If the captives attempted to run they'd be shot down instantly. The walk down the rainy trail would be a few minutes before they reached a old looking warehouse. Once inside, the chosen guinea pigs were chained to pipes in a pitched dark room and were left alone for the time being where they had time to talk. Meanwhile, back at the barracks, two cultists were conversing with one another about the fate of the captives. "Chauncey changed his mind. He wants them alive and untouched still for right now. He needs one of em." The convo grew silent as the doors to the rusted and rugged building shut once more. Their convo could be heard continuing from outside faintly. The convo became hard to hear and then it started up again. "That's the eleventh one they tried. I heard she bit the last ones throat out." Brief laughter was shared between the cultists before the convo continued once more, "Better risk one of them dying than us." The cultist said referring to the captives within the camp. "He wants her taken care of no matter the cost." He then continued, "He'll send someone later tonight to select a new care taker for her."