Cannibalistic Cannibals

576 Days Before

576 Days Before

If I have to stay one more day in this cell, I am going to start pulling my hair out. I've been in here for fifty three days now with not even a hint on when they are going to let me out. To top all that off, I haven't been able to see Charles for the past nine days. They probably put him back in a cell or something. I just hope that he is okay. The last time that I'd seen him, he seemed on the edge, like he knew something bad was going to happen. Nothing has happened, yet, but that doesn't mean that it wasn't going to get worse overnight.

Tom, he was a piper's son
He learnt to play when he was young
And all the toon that he could play
Was 'over the hills and far away'

"Over the hills and far away," I muttered under my breath. Truth be told, that had to be my favourite line in that entire rhyme because it could mean so many things. Some person's love of their life could be leaving them. Or it could mean that someone was leaving their home to get away from someone or a problem. Or it could be directions to a magical place with music playing everywhere. Or maybe, the toon that he could play was over the hills and far away. It could be the location of a person, place, or thing that someone was looking for. The possibilities are endless.

Depending on what mood I'm in, helps me decide that that line means at that particular time. For instance, I feel lonely right now so I think that the love of that person's life is leaving them and moving 'far away', leaving poor Tom alone.

"When are you going to stop singing that stupid song?" Rich shouted, banging his fist against the glass.

I smirked. "It's not a song dumbass. Its a nursery rhyme." He hit the glass again, knowing that no matter how hard he hits, the glass won't break. The manufacture had infused diamonds into the glass to keep it for shattering and possibly saving many people's lives. Believe me, the glass won't break. I've tried breaking down as best I could without looking like a complete idiot.

"Wow. You should be a rocket scientist. I'm sure they need all the help that they can get." He turned around and started walking away like he had just won the little battle between us. Little did he know that he had walked right into my trap.

"I'll only go if you go with me. They could totally use a test monkey." I said, raising an eyebrow slightly. Rich stopped walking and tensed up, his knuckles turning white. I held back my laughter as I watched him literally shake with fury. "Or would you be their test donkey. Your not that far off from both, you know!" I couldn't help it anymore. I started laughing as soon as that last word left my mouth. It was the kind of laugh that you couldn't stop even as you lost your breathe and you were more worried about getting oxygen than laughing at the thing that made you laugh so hard at. Honestly, it wasn't even that funny, but his face made the laughing worsen.

"You little," he started saying before Jared grabbed his arm and pulled him roughly out the room, Rich fighting all the way.

Jonathan pretended to scowl at me. "Now Lizzie, that wasn't nice. You should know that he is more of an ass than a donkey." He shook his head and tutted.

"Hey, smart one. A donkey is an ass.' I said with the same fake seriousness.

"Are you sure? Cause if a donkey is an ass then does it have an ass or not?" He said smiling while shaking his head as he turned to return to his post by the door.

"Obviously, the entire donkey is an ass so therefore the donkey has an ass." I said with the most serious face that I could manage before I started laughing once again. I fell to my knees in the tiny cell and clutched my side as pain spread. Mental note, don't laugh so hard that you make your sides hurt. Unless the situation requires it. It is right now if you couldn't tell.

"Wow, you are on a roll today. What's put you in such a good mood?" Jonathan questioned.

"I have no idea. It's like I'm high even though I'm not. At least I ain't all depressing today." I said with the fake smile as I remembered the sad days in this cell. It got lonely sometimes. Especially when Jonathan is having his one day off a week. I'm left with Rich all day and let me tell you, he knows how to put a girl down.

"Hey, hey, hey, you better go back to that high person mood cause I'm sure you don't want me to go get Jared and make him cheer you up." Jonathan was encouraging me even though what he said was kind of a lie. Jared couldn't cheer me up if he tried, but the effort he puts into it makes me laugh.

One time, he was trying to tell me jokes to get me to smile. They were all so terrible that I was forced to laugh at its terribleness. Sadly, now Jared thinks I think his jokes are funny and I didn't have the heart to tell him to find some better ones.

"No need for drastic measures, peasant. I'm perfectly alright." I joked with my nose up in the air like a spoiled rich brat. I waved my hand into the air so I could look at my nails. "Oh and peasant, go get me my manipedi thingy. My nails are just plain aweful today."

Jonathan burst out laughing, having to clutch the wall to keep himself upright. "Yes, my lady." He turned and pretended to walk out the door before he bent down and picked up his canteen of water and a bowl that he was supposed to fill with soup for me. He dumped the water into the bowl, plucked a few leaves off of the dying bush that was, for some reason, in the room.

"Here you go, my lady. A manipedi to take care of all of your nail problems." He said, bowing a little as he handed me the water through the hatch.

"Thank you, peasant. It's been forever since my last manipedi. You may go now. Unless you would like to fetch me a few more pillows?" I questioned, knowing full well that he would rather not get in trouble for stealing pillows from the cupboard. Apparently, since I'm a prisoner, I can't get special treats that no one else gets. Sucks, believe me, although it makes perfect sense.

"You know that I can't do that, my lady. Maybe when you get out, I can get you extra pillows, my lady."

"When are you guys going to let me out anyway? Its boring in here. Can I at least get a bigger cell so I can run in circles without getting dizzy to fast?"

"You know we can't do that. You don't even get to leave your cage to go to the bathroom. Why would they let you out long enough to change rooms and transfer all of your things over here? I'm sorry, but it doesn't work like that. Me and Jared are trying to get you out of here, but you almost ate the meat. They don't trust you like we do. They haven't hung out with you long enough to get a sense on what kind of person you are." Jonathan whispered, the most depressing look crossing his face. Alright time to cheer him up.

"Oh, Jonathan, guess what?" I called out in the most cheeriest voice I could manage.

"What, Lizzie?" He called back, a brief smile crossing his face.

"I'm going to be let out of here at some point. Then you and I are going to go and get some dark green jello. Then I'm going to shove it down the ass's pants so when he has to wash his laundry in the laundry room the jello will make it look like he shit his pants." I said, watching as a brief smile covered his face before it vanished.

"They won't let you out anytime soon. You know that right?"

I pouted sticking my lip out in an effort to get what I wanted. Just kidding, I didn't want to get out of my cage. Well, I do, but at the same time, I know that if I'm free then there is more of a chance that the cannibals can find me. That, and I don't know if I can trust these people just yet. I mean, they have locked me up just like Logan, so what made them different?

They haven't made me eat the human meat. In fact, no meat has been given to me. And the need to eat it has shrunk down so low, that I can ignore it. Even when a lot of people come in and they open the hatch so they could hear me better. I don't want to eat them.

I should be able to convince them to at least let see my brother. That could work, right?