self-control, don’t you? You might want to work on that.”
McIntyre left. Just stalked out in a cold fury, with no more words to say, slamming the cell door shut behind him. I smiled.
So far so good . Two shots from McIntyre’s juice weapon, and I survived them both. I wasn’t sure I would be able to hold my shit together through a third. I just hoped my act convinced him.
More hours passed. I struggled to control my fear and misery. My face broke out in pimples from the poisoned building. I worried again about Bobby.
Early that evening I thought I felt a little tingle in my left knee. Nothing much, and I credited the tingle to my imagination, but a few minutes later my knee tingled again. A few minutes later, I registered some pressure from my big toe.
Heh. My severed spine healed. I would walk again. T ime to escape!
Oh, not yet. My legs still weren’t ready , and I had to arrange my escape, but my spine healed. I would escape.
Three hours passed before my legs completely came back. The sensations started as little tingles and pressures, but they gradually progressed to pain. My legs, stationary for too long, screamed for motion. The ferocious pain in my legs almost blinded me.
I didn’t move. If I made even one slight move of my legs , the camera would catch the motion, and I would have blown my one chance. My life depended on my staying still, regardless of the pain. I wanted to live very badly. I managed.
I plotted and planned. The night shift guarded me now, including the same aide who earlier unlocked my legs. I waited until I mastered the pain in my legs before I made my bowels move and messed myself.
Th e aide winced at the stench as he came in for his next rounds, and took the keys from his friend Fritz before he even left the doorway.
I forced my legs to a relaxed limpness as he unlocked the first one. I forced myself to breathe normally. I forced myself to seem harmless and trapped.
He unlocked my second leg, and I had him. I wrapped my legs around him and held him to me. I kept him pinned with one leg and I braced the other foot against his chin. One kick and I would snap his neck. The captive aide let out a panicked shriek. The keys went flying across the room, landing about five feet from the guards.
Damn it! I needed those keys! I had planned for the aide to give them to me. I had control of him, and he would do what needed to be done to save his life. The keys had been safely in the lock when I grabbed him. How in the hell did the keys get knocked out?
N o time for recriminations now, though. Time to improvise.
“Get me the keys, Fritz,” I said, my voice harsh and commanding and male.
His reflex was to obey a voice with that snap of command. Reflex almost made him do it. Fritz took a step towards the keys before he realized who gave him the order. His face hardened and he pointed his gun at me.
“Let him go or you’re dead, bitch,” he said.
One of the other guards also pointed his gun at me. The third left the room at a run , the Detention Center alarms blaring almost immediately.
My legs shrieked in agony and started to fail. They had been unused too long and they wanted to go into convulsions. I clenched my teeth and forced them to obedience. They couldn’t betray me now. I needed them.
I smelled the funny ozone odor of the burn. Dammit! I couldn’t afford to burn juice to keep my legs functional. I needed to end this, now!
“Unlock me or Johnny here is dead,” I said , cold and demanding. Johnny whimpered in my grasp, twisting, but he couldn’t break free. His thrashing cost me, though. Something in my injured left shoulder gave way, flooding me with a tsunami of pain.
Fritz’s face was white. For a minute, he didn’t know what to do.
Then Fritz figured it out. I read his decision, and it landed like lead in my gut. He wouldn’t let me escape. He would
McIntyre left. Just stalked out in a cold fury, with no more words to say, slamming the cell door shut behind him. I smiled.
So far so good . Two shots from McIntyre’s juice weapon, and I survived them both. I wasn’t sure I would be able to hold my shit together through a third. I just hoped my act convinced him.
More hours passed. I struggled to control my fear and misery. My face broke out in pimples from the poisoned building. I worried again about Bobby.
Early that evening I thought I felt a little tingle in my left knee. Nothing much, and I credited the tingle to my imagination, but a few minutes later my knee tingled again. A few minutes later, I registered some pressure from my big toe.
Heh. My severed spine healed. I would walk again. T ime to escape!
Oh, not yet. My legs still weren’t ready , and I had to arrange my escape, but my spine healed. I would escape.
Three hours passed before my legs completely came back. The sensations started as little tingles and pressures, but they gradually progressed to pain. My legs, stationary for too long, screamed for motion. The ferocious pain in my legs almost blinded me.
I didn’t move. If I made even one slight move of my legs , the camera would catch the motion, and I would have blown my one chance. My life depended on my staying still, regardless of the pain. I wanted to live very badly. I managed.
I plotted and planned. The night shift guarded me now, including the same aide who earlier unlocked my legs. I waited until I mastered the pain in my legs before I made my bowels move and messed myself.
Th e aide winced at the stench as he came in for his next rounds, and took the keys from his friend Fritz before he even left the doorway.
I forced my legs to a relaxed limpness as he unlocked the first one. I forced myself to breathe normally. I forced myself to seem harmless and trapped.
He unlocked my second leg, and I had him. I wrapped my legs around him and held him to me. I kept him pinned with one leg and I braced the other foot against his chin. One kick and I would snap his neck. The captive aide let out a panicked shriek. The keys went flying across the room, landing about five feet from the guards.
Damn it! I needed those keys! I had planned for the aide to give them to me. I had control of him, and he would do what needed to be done to save his life. The keys had been safely in the lock when I grabbed him. How in the hell did the keys get knocked out?
N o time for recriminations now, though. Time to improvise.
“Get me the keys, Fritz,” I said, my voice harsh and commanding and male.
His reflex was to obey a voice with that snap of command. Reflex almost made him do it. Fritz took a step towards the keys before he realized who gave him the order. His face hardened and he pointed his gun at me.
“Let him go or you’re dead, bitch,” he said.
One of the other guards also pointed his gun at me. The third left the room at a run , the Detention Center alarms blaring almost immediately.
My legs shrieked in agony and started to fail. They had been unused too long and they wanted to go into convulsions. I clenched my teeth and forced them to obedience. They couldn’t betray me now. I needed them.
I smelled the funny ozone odor of the burn. Dammit! I couldn’t afford to burn juice to keep my legs functional. I needed to end this, now!
“Unlock me or Johnny here is dead,” I said , cold and demanding. Johnny whimpered in my grasp, twisting, but he couldn’t break free. His thrashing cost me, though. Something in my injured left shoulder gave way, flooding me with a tsunami of pain.
Fritz’s face was white. For a minute, he didn’t know what to do.
Then Fritz figured it out. I read his decision, and it landed like lead in my gut. He wouldn’t let me escape. He would
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