"What happened?" I said interrupting him.
"They came to the colony. They laughed at us as we ran in fear from them. Those who resisted like the Governor, they ate. Their hunger seems to know no bounds! All they do is eat it seems!"
On a sob the man said, "They ate my fiancé! Pulled her apart like she was a play toy and then ate her like she was candy as they commented on how sweet her flesh was."
The man began to cry his eyes out again and I had to say that I could see why given such a sight one would have that reaction. I'd most likely go crazy too.
"What have they done to the slaves?" I asked breaking into the man's emotional outpouring.
His expressed emotions of sorrow abruptly switched to something much more aggressive in nature, "The slaves!" He exclaimed.
"They haven't so much as eaten one of them! They make sport of us and yet the slaves haven't even been touched!"
"And why is that?" I asked, but I thought I already knew the answer.
"Because they make the food. That's all these monsters seem to care about is food. They'll have everything and everyone eaten off the island within a year. They may be eating us now, but the slaves will be next, mark my words! It's only a curse that they didn't start with them in the first place!"
The man then looked up at me pleadingly and begged once more, "You have to take me with you!"
I stared at the frantic man's face in contemplation. I didn't like the man, but did that justify leaving him behind to be fed upon?
The man abruptly gasped painfully and gazed at us in shock for a few tense moments before the life left his eyes. I let my gaze leave the wide-open staring eyes of the man on the ground to the knife slipped in between the man's ribs and the hand of our guide who had put it there.
I met his eyes and the question of why was in my gaze upon him.
The former slave pointed down with a finger accusingly at the dead man, "This man begs for mercy and yet he was without mercy himself! He was one of the worst of the field masters. I felt the sting of his whip many times, but I could forgive perhaps that. But I cannot forgive what he did to the little slave girls!"
A tear made its way down the man's cheek as raw emotion shown out of the man's eyes as he went on, "Little girls no older than four and five he carried off into the bushes to rape and abuse. Do you know what it's like to hear the cries for help and screams of pain from those who are innocent and be powerless to do anything to stop it? This man deserved no mercy!"