DrWyvern

Sins of the Father I awoke to the strange taste of metal on my tongue and the strong stench of cooked flesh in my nostrils.  My stomach turned and I groaned.  Almost immediately I felt hot breath on my face and my eyes flew open.       'Awake, I see…good.'       I stared up at a familiar face and the charming smile that had so often warmed me to my core and caused my thoughts to wander.  Now, that very same leer caused my heart to freeze for a beat and my mind to race.     'Sergeant Galloway…I'm sorry – did I drift off?'     Galloway took a step back from the chair he had me strapped to and swept a hand thr

Michael watched the granite wall from the relative comfort of a hard glass chair that he had been sitting on for what seemed an eternity.  He sat solemnly behind a glass table, alone in a small room with grey walls and dank stale air, being driven slowly insane by the sound of a ticking clock that was nowhere to be seen. In one hand he held a solitary poker chip that tumbled between his fingers occasionally.  Whenever his nerves seemed to be getting the better of him, Michael would palm the chip and close his fist tight around its smooth edges, his eyes slowly drawn to the thirty seven others just like it across the table. They sat in a n