The Rising

Bright Light

"What you here for?" Prison mate asks me.  "He's just a kid man!" Another claims.  "Dude! Woah! You have some neat looking scars boy!" Another yells.  "Hands off the boys face! We need him pretty for the town tonight!" The leader says as he enters.  "Brought you some dinner! Only 2 more hours! Anything you would like to say to me?" He says. "Go to Hell!" I say.  "OHHH... That was deep... Like where your going to be, 7 Feet Deep, or maybe we should let his head sit on the road and watch as it tries to attack people! Make a fun game out of it!" He yells while he takes the bread on my plate and eats it.  "You sick bitch!" A cell mate yells.  "Not very kind are we?" The leader says to the man.  "Aren't you
Mr. Herbie Fredrick-son! The young man who murdered his wife and then blamed it on her boss at work! Just because she was cheating on you with him!" He yells making a joke out of it.  "Well! I should be going! I'll be back my friends! Bye Carlos! Bye Agro! Adios dirty rotten scoundrels!" He yells as he leaves.  I hold up a small rock.  "I'm not being beheaded today..." I have a plan.  "You!" I yell for a man with blue hair and saggy pants.  "I need you to take this rock and hit the alarm when I say so!" I yell.  I get ready.  In about 30 seconds, he will hit it.  If he misses, well Im screwed. "3! 2!1! NOW!" I yell as he tosses the rock at the alarm.  Everything goes in slow motion.  I look as the rock misses by an inch.  I sigh, my plan had failed.  Then the alarm kicks into action and starts going off.  But we weren't the cause of this.  The past was back.  Better than ever.