Choices 2 - Chasing hope [ENG]

6.

The next morning, Owen manages to get moved to Eliot's cell, improvising a fight with his other cell neighbor, and Emily and I immediately notice how Owen tried to approach the boy, in an attempt to establish a minimum of trust mutual.

That same evening, they take us to the usual building to work. I place myself specifically close to Owen, in the hope of completing one of the fundamental steps of our plan.

We start working, until suddenly, I grab Owen's arm and give him a tug.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" the confused boy whispers. I wink at him.

"Stop touching my ass, you pervert!" I exclaim.

Owen seems to understand. "Shut up, you ugly bitch!"

I stand up, and slap him. "What did you call me?!".

Owen kicks me in the leg, and punches me on the shoulder.

I jump on him, continuing the fight, until two guards come up to separate us.

"Leave me! I want to kick this guy's ass!" I exclaim, wriggling in the guard's arms.

"Yes exactly! I want to break that slapping face!" continues Owen, also trying to free himself.

The guard holding Owen carries him away from me, while my guard knocks me back to my knees.

"Keep working, silent this time!" he exclaims.

As soon as the goon is gone, Emily turns to me.

"Did you take them?" she asks.

I show her my right pocket with a glance, in which, well hidden, under an old handkerchief, are the keys to our cells.

I meet Owen's gaze between the heads of the other prisoners: he has won his set of keys too.

When the sun has just come over the horizon, they take us back to our cells.

Harper himself joins us after a few minutes in our prison room, and looks pretty pissed.

"I heard that the archaeologist almost started a fight on the terrace today," he says, passing by my cell holding a stick, banging it against all the iron bars. The metallic sound spreads quickly through the room and echoes off the damp walls.

"It is not true?" continues the man.

"Why am I suddenly the archaeologist? Wasn't I the mythology until a few days ago?" i provoke him.

Harper grabs two bars and shakes them, looking into my eyes. I notice now that his irises are red and particularly enlarged.

"That's not what I asked you for!" yells out.

Emily, even though she's not directly involved, backs away frightened by that sudden movement, while I try to contain myself: I know it won't hurt me, even if it's completely done.

"Is it true or not?!" continues, leaving the bars, and stepping back slightly.

I have no intention of answering, but not because I'm ashamed of what I've done, simply because I like making him nervous.

"It was my fault" I hear Owen's voice reply from across the room. "I let myself be taken."

I glare at him: he shouldn't have, especially if his purpose was to protect me, I don't need to.

Harper turns slowly towards him, and approaches his cell.

"And what the fuck do you want?" he asks slowly, not as if to choose his words carefully, but probably because the drug he just took is taking away his ability to speak.