Broken

Chapter 19

It was a quiet ride then, Jack and I standing awkwardly over the elevator. We had left the two slumped figures in the corner of the elevator, taking the Sergeant's silver key and handcuffs. The bindings had fit snugly over my wrists, and now Jack and I stood, him convincingly holding the handcuffs together, me attempting to look like a miserable prisoner. Which, in retrospect, wasn't that difficult.
The elevator finally screeched to a halt, letting out a depressed ding as the doors slid open.
I take in a large gulp of air and sigh. Fresh air feels wonderful, brushing lazily against my bare arms. Jack motions to the guard by the gate.
"New orders from the boss," he says. "Decided to not give this one here--" he prods my back with his gun. "That extra day. I have orders to execute her on the spot." The other guard grins, and I spit at him. "Ah, jumping the gun are we?" He glances at the rifle. "Oops. Sorry." Jack and the guard laugh cruelly. "I hate you all!!" I shout, and squirm in my handcuffs. Jack steadies me. "Easy, sugar. This one's feisty." Wow, he's good. He really, really makes me want to strangle him right now.
"Anyways," he turns his attention back to the guard. "The boss said to...dispose of her," he grins, and I growl. "Outside the gate. Ya know, so she decomposes better." The other guard frowns. "But what about her metal parts?" Jack shrugs. "Yeah, she'll just look like a hunk of parts. Maybe we'll melt 'em down later." The other guard shrugs, and opens the gate. "Be my guest."
Jack pushes me through, and I struggle against him. "Hey, stop! LET ME GO!" I squirm as dramatically as I can, but Jack steels himself and pushes me forward. He turns back to the guard once the gate is closed.
"Hey, Ross?" The guard turns back to us. "Sup, Jack?" Jack sighs. "I'm sorry." Ross grins cautiously. "For what, man?" I hear a small click, and my hands are free from the metal cuffs. I keep them behind my back, though, to deflect suspicion. "This."
The gunshot echoes through my ears, but I can't bear to look. Jack looks at me. "Run," he says, and grabs my hand.
And we do. We crash through the forest, never looking back. We run and run, sirens echoing in our ears.

And we don't stop.