Forbidden [1]

Eleven

Angelica glanced at the clock, calculating that they had 3-5 minutes left. If they were lucky, they'd have even more time than that, after all the guards were talking about going to a tavern, maybe they'd have an extra ten minutes. But that didn't mean they could risk it.

She took his hand, gently pulling him to start walking. Pulling him was a big mistake, as he immediately lost his balance. She ran to catch him, before he slammed into the bars, which would have hurt him even more. "Can't you balance?" She asked, genuinely concerned.

"I need to sit down," he repeated with his eyes closed, his head hanging low.

Apparently there would have to be a change in plan, since he didn't seem like he was able to walk another step. "Okay, change of plan," she said, walking up to the nearest cell door. It was locked. This wasn't a problem now, since she had the keyring, but it could be, since they had to lock themselves in to make the cell door look like the rest of them...

Blaise was leaning on the bars next to her, eyes closed and breathing heavily again. "C... can I sit down?"

"Just a few more minutes, baby," she said, looking down at the keyring. Unfortunately, she didn't know which key opened the cell door.

"It's a black one," she heard someone say, the mysterious voice sounding like it was near them.

She whirled around, frantically looking up and down the hall. There weren't any guards.

She heard a raspy laugh. "I ain't no guard, no need to be afraid of me, dolly," the voice laughed, obviously finding her surprise amusing.

"Then who are you?" She asked, looking around, trying to find where the voice was coming from.

"Cell 87, the name's Todd," 'Todd' said. Angelica looked above the cells, realizing that there were numbers. She found cell 87, the one right next to the one she was trying to get into, cell 85. She looked into cell 87, seeing an old looking man in the corner.

"Ya know, all the time I've been in here, I've never seen anyone try to break into a cell. What're you breaking into prison for, dolly?" He asked, that same raspy laugh returning.

"We're hiding from the guards," she said, looking back at the keyring. The man, Todd, had said it was a black key, and there were only two black ones. She singled out a black key, holding it up so Todd could see. "This key?"

"That looks like the one," he said, straining his eyes to see it.

"Great," she said, putting it in the cell door and unlocking it. She opened the cell door, looking around. There was a bed that had long sheets that draped over the sides, perfect for hiding under. There was also a cabinet under the sink. It didn't look too big, but it looked like one of them could fit in it.

"What're ya hidin' from the guards for, dolly?" Todd asked, looking suspicious. "You and yer boy come here to have some fun?" He asked, the raspy laugh coming back again.

"Uh, no," she said, laughing awkwardly. "He just got done being tortured, I don't think he could do that."

"Ah, that's the one I heard hollerin'," he said, looking at Blaise.

"That's the one..." she trailed off, looking back at Blaise. He was sitting on the ground, leaning against the bars. His eyes were closed, but she couldn't tell if he was asleep or not. She walked out of the cell, back to where he was. "Blaise, come on, love," she coaxed, gently holding his face.

He opened his eyes, looking up at her. "Do I have to?" He asked, looking extremely lightheaded.

"I think yer boy is crazy, dolly," Todd laughed, obviously watching them.