Prison Break (296 hits)
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Submitted by vodka7tall <vodka7tall.at.yahoo.com> (View user info) at 2005-05-04 16:18:55 EDT
They sat motionless in the quiet darkness, pondering their next move. Dawn would soon be upon them, and with it, no doubt another opportunity for escape. It was obvious to old Warpy, the eldest of the bunch, that the others were quickly becoming restless.
"Quiet down," he coaxed them in a hushed voice. "If the patrol hears us, we're done for."
Warpy was a misshapen old thing, bent and twisted in places no being should be. He'd been held captive in the darkness longer than any of the others. Despite the fact that he was almost certain he would spend his last days held prisoner in the black hole he had come to know as home, he never gave up hope.
Every day since he had come to this dark place, the patrol would arrive sometime close to dawn, crack the door open just enough for a ray or two of light to slip inside and burn his eyes. It reminded him of days past, when he had been free, when the light of day had shone down on him in all it's warmth and glory. He relished those days, those days of youth and vigor, those days before he had become this deformed, frail thing, huddled quietly in the corner of the darkness.
Those little rays of light each morning had been just enough to keep the fires of faith lit within his belly. The memories of freedom had given him the strength to relentlessly attempt escape each and every dawn.
"Today will be the day," he muttered to himself, patiently awaiting the arrival of the patrol, and the splinter of light that came with it.
"Everyone knows what to do, right?" He looked around the room, seeking assurance from each of the other prisoners. One by one, they nodded.
"Yeah, yeah, old man. We all know what to do," mumbled Stain from the far side of the darkness. "It ain't like we never done this before, ya crazy bastard."
"Show some respect, you rotten piece of filth," said Slim, the distinct sound of distaste in his voice. "That 'crazy bastard' has been here longer than any of us, and if anyone can get us outta here, it's him. Why don't you go take a bath. You smell like shit. I can't even believe they let you stay here. If I were the patrol, I'da had you wasted years ago, you filthy scumbag."
"Fuck you, Slim. We been trying to get outta this shit hole for years, what makes you think today's gonna be any different? That old man's been here so long, he's senile. Besides, if he ain't figured out how to get the fuck outta here by now, he ain't never gonna. Matter of fact, none of us is. That patrol is on us like white on rice. I don't know why we even bother."
"You ungrateful sonuva bitch! I oughtta..."
"Quiet down, I said," the wise old fool cut them off. "Look, if we're gonna pull this off, we need to work together, all of us. You got something better to do with your time, Stain?" Stain lowered his eyes to the floor of the cell, kicking the dust sheepishly. "I didn't think so."
"Even if we don't make it, it's better than sitting here doing nothing," Tubby squeaked.
"That's right Tubby," agreed Slim. "I'd rather die trying than waste away in this fucking place." The others nodded in agreement.
"Shhhhh, they're coming," warned Tiny.
"This is it, everyone. Up against the door!" whispered Warpy. Each of the prisoners wiggled his way as closely to the opening as he could. "That's it, now hold it, hold it."
The cell door cracked open ever so slightly. Light began stabbing through the rift, little by little.
"NOW!" Bellowed Warpy, as they began forcing their way towards the light, towards freedom. They pushed their way out of the darkness, first one by one, then two, three, four at a time. They overpowered the patrol, and came pouring out of the black hole that had held them prisoner for so long in a wave of fury the patrol had never seen. They tumbled out of their prison, triumphant, victorious...
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"Fucking Tupperware!" screamed Joe. "Liz, if you don't clean this goddamned cabinet out, I swear I'm gonna throw this shit away!" And with that, he gathered up each of them and stuffed them back into their cupboard prison, left to wait patiently in the dark for the dawn to come again.
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