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Post by Daz on Sept 1, 2006 19:18:11 GMT
"Okay."
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I scream.
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Post by Jacky on Sept 1, 2006 19:36:30 GMT
I yell along with her, together making as much noise as we can.
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Post by Daz on Sept 1, 2006 19:39:53 GMT
Soon enough the guards come yelling and shouting, entering the cell. As soon as they do I stand, not even looking for Jack before running to the door and out of the exit.. I dont stop running... not for a second. I dont know where I'm going but it dosnt seem to matter. Im away. And the pain on the souls of my scared feet from the red hot ground will never slow me down.
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Post by Jacky on Sept 2, 2006 9:18:42 GMT
Only a second after her I darted out of the cell, past the guards, and away. We both ended up in the maze of the prisonbuilding where our ways parted instantly. She turned to the right, I turned to the left. And I keep running. My lungs burn and my body aches painfully, but I keep running. This is the only chance I have left. I trip and stumble ever so often.. the time I spend in here demanded its toll on my body and I'm exhausted, but I keep going.
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Post by Daz on Sept 2, 2006 12:21:45 GMT
I run strait into a guard, but luckily he's the one that falls over and I get a head start - soon losing him. It feels like ive been running forever when i finally see that light at the end of the building..
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Post by Jacky on Sept 2, 2006 12:34:18 GMT
Eventually the corridor I was running through comes to a stop by a big wooden door. I jerk at the handle but it won't budge, and I feel my stomach turning in panic. It can't be locked! I beg to whatever I could beg to that it isn't. I jerk at the door again but there's no movement still, and I feel my knees turn weak as I seem to realize I have lost. But there's light in here. Pulling myself together, I force my mind to think rationally. I look up and see a window right above the door, from where light is seeping through.
A man can do more than he assumes when he's in real trouble. And even an exhausted body can be forced to work to the limit. I find myself climbing up by holding my grip to the wall and doorknob, steadily making my way to the light.
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Post by Daz on Sept 2, 2006 12:41:27 GMT
Once ive got out I stil dont stop, because I know they'll be after me. us. Still...
I wonder wgere Jack has got to... I wonder if he's made it out of the cell at all...
I finally stop when I come to a tree in the distance. I sit behind it and pray that I wont get found.
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Post by Jacky on Sept 2, 2006 12:47:27 GMT
The window is closed, but as I reach the windowstill I clench my fist and punch it as hard as I still can. The glass shatters and cuts my hand, but it doesn't hurt. I punch more glass aside so there's a hole big enough for me to get through. I cut my face and my arms and my shirt but none of it matters, and when I'm through the window I let myself fall down to the ground. I don't manage to break my fall, but the hurt isn't close to what I've learned to deal with so I get up quickly again. And I run. Away from the building, without looking back.
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Post by Daz on Sept 3, 2006 12:36:17 GMT
My breathing is heavy and my hands wont stop shaking. I know I should get up and continue.. but as far as I know Im safe here now.. so its a good enough reason for me to rest and wait to see if Jack has made it as far as I have..
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Post by Jacky on Sept 3, 2006 12:53:14 GMT
After my muscles refuse to go any further I hide away behind a rock and sit down on the ground, breathing heavily, shaking and shaken.
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