Terror

The twitch
The jerk
The drip of the sweat
The smell of fear

The ring of steel
The chill down the spine
The feeling that this moment
may be your last

Everything is clear
nothing is taken for granted
The pleas
The threats
The promise of pain
The pursuit of knowledge

It makes you think of everything and nothing
Your wishes
Your hopes
Your dreams
Fade to just finding a way to live
Nothing matters outside of your survival 
It makes people do incredible things
and brings their character into perspective

The terror of death
The promise of pain
The sharp edge of a blade
The cold steel of a gun
Tools rather than weapons
How long will you survive?
As I look on and comtemplate these things
my body ignores the paralyzing pain
The gun comes to my head and I wonder what I have missed
Holding to the idea that my honor is above all of these threats
I say "You'll just kill me anyway, might as well get it on with"
I can't believe I said that, but then a quick movement distracts my thought
*Gunshot*
Red fills my vision and everything fades to black
"What ha..pp..en..ed"