May ? 2005
When I woke up this morning I found that all my gear had been left in a corner of the room along with my bottled water, even my weapon had been returned to me. I’m not sure if it's there to mock me or challenge me.
I know that I'm too weak to fight them efficiently, are they expecting me to try? Or do they want to remind me that even though I'm armed, I'm still powerless against them.
If I fight them then I’ll know for sure if I can take them; if I can then I can make an escape attempt.
If I do and I lose, they could cut down my food and water supply so that I’m too weak to try again. But if I don’t then I’ll never know. I can’t gave in to what they want, if they want me to try and escape then I’ll wait until I’m strong enough.
I took a few sips out of the water bottle; I’m so thirsty but know that it’s important to make it last as long as possible. I quickly dressed into my gear, leaving my bo staff leaning against the wall. In the darkness of the room I didn’t notice that my bandanna was a shade of grey instead of purple.
After a while I picked up my bo staff to run though a couple of practice katas, pain shot though my leg as I moved into a low stance, but after seeing that the injury wasn’t serious I changed stance and carried on. I spent a few minutes slowly running though one of the most basic katas I know, and it became apparent that it was taking up too much energy. Sitting down and drinking some more water; I was suddenly out of breath from the simple routine.
I didn’t think about the grey colour of my bandanna at the time; it didn’t even cross my mind until a light flickered on and three Foot soldiers stood in front of me, their weapons drawn ready for my beating. It wasn’t until I saw the foot symbol on their uniforms that it started to sink in. I know that the Foots colours are black and red, yet all I could see was shades of grey.
The flash grenade they used to catch me has left me colour blind.
