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Episode
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“ Once you provoke her, rattling
of her tail, Never begins it, never, but
once engaged... Metallica, Don’t Tread On Me The
rain pelted the concrete walls of the prison. The
metal lanterns rattled quietly in the rain, the light given from their
solitary bulbs illuminating the passing lines of water as they sliced through
the breeze. The puddles reflected the
dark night sky above while the air took on a chilled feel. The
French security guard stood under the small awning over a rusted metal door,
watching the rain come down. He
grimaced and puffed on a cheap cigarette, resting his hands on the machinegun
that was clipped to his security vest.
He puffed out a gray cloud and sniffed in the humid air. He stared at the rain for a moment more and
flipped his cigarette into the nearest puddle. He turned to resume his patrol, barely
aware of the shadow that dropped down behind him. The
dark figure disappeared into the shadow of the doorway, making no sound. The guard walked into the rain, looking up
disapprovingly at the sky. The shadow
leaned out from the doorway, Alex’s face appearing in the dim light. He watched the guard go and turned to the
door. He knelt down, quickly working
on the lock with a pair of paper clips. With
a sudden pop, the lock opened. Alex
pushed the door in, immediately shivering as he entered into the morgue. He glanced around in the darkness and clamped
his eyes shut, covering them with his hand.
He waited until his eyes adjusted and looked again, studying the
room. He spotted the large door built
into the wall on the far side. Without
a sound, he rushed across the room, heading for the door. He undid the latch, opening it quietly and
snuck inside. Through the door, a
strong gust of cold overtook him. With
the door shut, he clicked on the light, momentarily startled to find several
bodies on the metal tables. Fresh and
preserved, they were covered in frost, their skin stained with a tint of
blue. Alex
looked over the first couple of bodies, put off by the sight of autopsy scars
on their chests. He finally made his
way to the end of the tables where he found Emma’s body, naked but unharmed. He wrapped her body in the blanket on the
table and picked her up, her joints cracking like wrapping paper. He winced at the sound, but carried her
towards the door. Lisa
sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the rain as it fell before her
window. She sighed quietly in the
darkness of her room, her legs shuffling anxiously. She looked out the cell door and put her
hands on her knees, trying to physically force them to quite jittering. She
heard a sound outside her window and stood up. She rushed to the tiny square, looking out
through the bars, only to see the rain-drenched prison yard. The few circles of light caused by the
lamps mocked her with the movement of the rain. As
Lisa stood at the window, there was a soft squeal of metal. She turned to see Sarah opening her cell door. She nearly exclaimed, but Sarah snapped her
finger to her mouth, silencing Lisa.
She motioned her out. When
Lisa stepped out of the cell, she found Eliot and Isaiah, both holding guns
like those used by the guards, waiting to either side of the cell. Sarah motioned Lisa to follow her and the
two rushed towards the end of the building.
As she ran, Lisa glanced over her shoulder, seeing the spot where the
guards usually conglomerated strangely empty. Sarah
stopped at Irene’s cell and motioned Lisa inside, to the window missing three
of the bars. Lisa grabbed onto the
present bars and weaseled her way through into the open air. On the roof of the next building, she
pulled herself out into the cold rain to find Jason waiting with Irene. “Where’s Alex and Til?” Lisa whispered to
Irene. Irene
put her finger to her mouth, but pointed at the far wall. Lisa turned and looked, able to see two
dark forms sprinting across the narrow perimeter wall of the prison. The second form seemed abnormally large, as
if carrying a third person. Isaiah
came out next, followed by Sarah, then Eliot.
Gathered on the roof, Sarah pointed at Isaiah and motioned him
forward. She pointed to Jason and
Irene to follow, then at Eliot to take the rear. She took Lisa by the arm and pulled her
into motion. In
the silence of the night, hidden by the rain, the six figures raced across
the rooftop. They reached the apex of
the building and paused. Isaiah
scanned the area, pointing at the guards that still patrolled the walls. Sarah knelt down next to him, considering
the arrangement. As her hair matted
against the back of her neck, she motioned towards one of the guards that was
approaching the nearest point of the perimeter wall. Alex
rushed along with Til behind him, Emma’s body still giving off an air of cold
even over the distance. He lingered at
the corner of a building, barely holding out the shaving mirror from the
prison cell to see around it. He
waited, then looked at Til, nodding. The
two turned the corner and rushed to the small door. In the metal doorway in the corner of the
prison complex, they waited. Alex
watched the wall above them as Til watched the ground. Standing out against the muddy ground, they
waited anxiously. With
all the sound of a breeze, Sarah flipped down from the wall above them. She dangled for a second and dropped between
them. She looked up, letting Isaiah
drop his machinegun into her waiting hands.
Irene swung down next, with Jason just dropping off the side. Lisa and Eliot followed. Sarah
looked over the group, the machinegun ready.
She turned to Jason, to see him staring in horror at Emma’s lifeless
body. She moved to speak but Alex held
up his hand, stopping her. He put his
hand over Jason’s mouth and pulled him close.
“Jason,” he whispered into the psychic’s ear. “I can not begin to fathom what you’re
going through right now, seeing Emma like this. But we got her so that we can try to put
things right.” Jason started to buck
in protest, but Alex held him firm while the others watched. “But if we’re going to do anything, we need
to get out of here. We need you to
disrupt the electronics.” Jason bucked
even harder. “Jason, if you don’t, we
will all be caught and we will be killed.” Jason’s protests
lessened. He finally pulled away from
Alex, tears on his face. He took one
more look at Emma, then walked to the door.
He put his hand on the metal form and closed his eyes. Sarah watched his expression and turned to
the others. “The door out of here is
straight ahead,” she whispered just loud enough to be heard over the
rain. “When the door opens, just run
for all you’re worth.” She pointed to
Eliot and stepped back, the two bracing themselves to either side of the door. After another moment in the
rain, Jason stepped back from the door, letting it slowly swing open. Inside, darkness waited. Sarah sprinted fearlessly inside, the
others quickly following. |
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