Trappy in a Jail Cell

“Well, this is a nice change of scenery,” Elliott joked.

I glared at him. “It’s a jail cell.”

“I was being sarcastic, Will. You know, why can’t you just be fun for once.”

“Be fun? I thought I was being fun by letting you come with me after I specifically told you to stay back. Your parents are going to kill me.”

“They don’t even know I’m with you.”

“What?! I asked you if they knew where you would be.”

“It’s okay, I told them I was staying overnight with a friend.” I yelled in frustration and punched the brick wall, which I soon regretted. “You shouldn’t have done that.” I glared at him again.

“Will you two stop bickering already,” One of the guards said.

“So what are we going to now?” Elliot asked.

“Why don’t you tell me? It seems you know what’s best.”

“Fine, I’ll find a way.”Elliot started to walk back and forth looking around for whatever he thought would get us out.

“Any luck?” Now he was glared at me.

“Okay, I messed up. Seriously, how are we going to get out of here?” I looked around and saw nothing but the jail cell door and stone walls. The only way out was getting the key to unlock the door.

“Come over here,” I whispered. “There’s no way out besides the door, so we’re going to have to get the key from the guard somehow.”

“How do we do that?” I was more baffled than I ever was before. I guess the only thing I could do was improvise.

“Hey, do you want to know how to fight?” He looked at me like I was crazy.

“I don’t think it’s the best time to learn how to fight right now Will.”

“Hit me.”

“What? No, I won’t hit you.”

“Play along,” I whispered.

“Hit you?” he asked absolutely puzzled.

“Yeah.” He got into a fighting stance and swung his right arm. Elliot had never fought before, so it was easy to dodge him, which led to me swinging and hitting him on his left cheek.

“Shit, Will!”

“Come on, you don’t want to get shown up by a 40 year old, do you?” I teased. His stance was a little bit better and he came full force this time, knocking me over. He punched me good on the nose and I did the same to him. I pushed him off and was now on top of him. “Act like we’re really fighting. It’s the only way the guard will come in.”

“Okay,” he said out of breath.

“This is all your fault, kid!” I yelled in between hitting each other. Then out of nowhere, Elliot was coming on even more and pushed me off.

“No, it’s not!” He then ran straight towards me and launched me to the stone wall. I pushed him back to the ground.

“What the hell is going on?” The guard said walking towards our cell.

“Alright, he’s coming. Now really act like we’re fighting.”

“I thought we already were,” Elliot said.

“Well get ready for this.” Right as the guard came to the cell, I punched Elliot pretty good on the nose again, which made him the most upset I’d ever seen him before. Before he could hit me back, the guard was already in the cell and tearing us apart from each other.

“Break it up you two!” Right as he got both of us up, I punched him in the face and grabbed his gun. Since he couldn’t see this coming, the guard was fazed, which gave me time to completely knock him out before he could do anything.

“Is he dead?” Elliot asked.

“No, he’ll be fine. Maybe an Aspirin or two when he wakes up, but he’ll be fine.” After so many years of fighting and killing people, it was easy to tell when someone was unconscientious or dead. I searched the guard’s body for another gun and luckily found one. “Here, you’ll need it,” I said handing the small hand gun to Elliot. “By the way, you weren’t too bad.”

“Thanks. I think that’s the first time I’ve ever fought or even hit someone.” In a world like ours, it was good to know how to fight, but for some reason I was little happy when he said that. Maybe it was because most people I’ve met made an introduction by fighting, or the fact that he was never in situations that never made him have to fight. Either way, I wished he never had to learn, but it was going to come sooner or later.

“Alright, we need to get out of here fast.” We headed straight for the doorway out of the jail in hopes no one would be out there and to my surprise, no one was. “Looks like the coast is clear, let’s move.” We had been taken by a large gang for walking in their part of the woods. They took us to their camp, which was some abandoned factory. When we first came here, I saw a map of the building and remembered seeing what the area we were in was. So Elliot and I made our way through the old factory and eventually got out with no problems, besides hearing a few noises here and there.

“I didn’t think I could stay in there any longer,” Elliot said.

“Don’t get your hopes up yet, we still have to leave their area.” We snuck through many alleyways and never had to deal with one person. It weirded me out a little, but for all we knew, they still thought Elliot and I were in the jail cell. Once we reached the woods, we ran until we found our spot where we stayed the night before. It was a good five miles out, so they would probably give up looking for us at three miles if they did look for us.

“That was a close one,” Elliot said sounding exhausted.

“Yeah, it was. We should run out a little bit further for safe measures and by then, the sun should be setting and we’ll camp there for the night. But we’ll take a 10 minute break before moving on.” We both slumped on the ground next to each other.

“Are you still mad at me, Will?” Elliot asked. Mad at him?

“I never was.”

“Really, because I remember you getting pretty upset back there at me.”

“You just…” Elliott was only 17. He had always followed me around for the past year, wanting to learn more. At first I didn’t understand what exactly he wanted to learn, but then it came to me that his father died when he was only six. So of course I started to teach him survival techniques and just tried to be a good male figure for him to look up to. I didn’t want him to come on this trip because of the dangers, but something about it that made me want to bring him, even though I suspected he was lying about his permission from his Mom.

“I just what?” he asked.

“I’ll tell you later, alright? We should get going now.” We stretched out our legs before running again. “You know, you’re not too bad.”

“Do you think we make a good team?”

“Yeah, do you?”

“Yeah.” For some odd reason, whatever was going to come next in our relationship seemed like nothing but good things. “I bet I could beat you there though,” Elliot teased.

“You’re on.”


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