Nathan pushed himself up, the hazy feeling making sense when he felt the bruise on his head. "Ow..," he muttered as he got up and slowly used the wall to get up. He looks around...
"Oh... s***... No... No!!" he shouted as he pounded on the grey wall. He was in a cell, with a metal door with a small slot for food to come in. He sunk to the floor and became overwhelmed in tears.
"Samantha...." he cried. You're a murderer... a murderer.... A murderer... a murderer... you deserve this.. You're a murderer... a murderer... a murderer...
**And now, you're going to die.**
Samantha woke up in her hotel room. "Wha-what happened?" she asked, shaking the woozy feeling. "Nathan... no...," she muttered as she saw his picture on the front of the newspaper.
"Three days till the execution...," she read.
*****Tears fall softly down her face*****
"Here's your meal sir," a man said as he pushes a green sloop through the slot in the door.
Nathan took one look at it and refused to eat, but he used his plastic fork to harm himself. He felt so broken, so lost. Samantha... I miss you... so terribly... so so terribly.... I don't know how long I can last...
****He sunk to the ground in tears****
" I need to get him out!" Samantha shouted into the air, "But how?!" THIS IS ALL MY D*** FAULT! She thought as she punched the wall.
******I love him...******
"Two days..." he muttered. He was an emotional mess and he hadn't eaten in two days. It was already almost lunch time and soon he would be having his last meal...
*****
"Think Samantha! Think! You have to get him out of there!" She thought aloud.
*****
Nathan couldn't have this. He wouldn't have this. He looked up. He was sure he could think of some way to get out. He had to get back to Samantha. He sat on the bed and thought. What can I do? I could steal a guard's uniform...
Nathan grinned as the plan came together. He would take a guard's uniform when they delivered his food. Then, when the guard was unconscious, he would put his clothes on the guard. Then he would walk out just like it was an ordinary day. Now he just had to wait for the guard...
******
Alex walks down the hall to Nathan's cell. In his hands, he held the tray that held the food, or slop. Reaches Nathan's cell and looks inside. He sees Nathan sitting on his bed. "Your food is here." He says in his Russian accent.
Nathan looked up. He grinned. He was going to have to lure him in. And that accent made the perfect instigation tactic. "Well if it isn't Boris. Tell me, friend, where is the Smirnoff?" He says in his horribly exaggerated Russian accent.
"First of all, my name isn't Boris, and secondly, I don't have it. You definitely don't deserve it." He slides the tray in. "And if you think you're funny, you better shut your mouth or you won't be able to talk." Alex snaps. Already he hated this man.
Nathan chuckled. "What are you gonna do about it? Fight me? Come on, I'm already going to Hell. I'm not afraid to speed up the process." He gave a taunt. This should work.
Alex closes his eyes and let's out a sigh. He opens his eyes and looks at him. "Well, I think you deserve a long process. It'll torture you even more. Now shut up."
Nathan donned his horrid Russian accent again. "Come on. Make Mother Russia proud." He stood up and beat his chest. "What's the matter, Boris? Out of Smirnoff?"
Alex let's out a growl and pulls out his keys. He opens the door and slides in. He glares at the man in front of him. "I already made my country proud. I was in the army and found in wars. I know how to fight. Do you?"
Nathan chuckled darkly. In his normal voice, he said, "I've witnessed more bloodshed than you, Russian. Do your worst. I can take it."
"Oh I will you little chuka." Alex pulls out a small knife and grins. "I always come prepared. No one will miss you when you're dead. But maybe her..."
Note: Chuka=Bitch in Russian
Nathan gained a sad look in his eye. "You have no idea." He leapt at Alex and grabbed his throat, then slung him at the metal bedframe, hitting his head with a nice 'thunk' sound. Nathan stood over Alex.
The poor Russian was only somewhat conscious. He's head was killing him and he couldn't move. Alex looks up at him, knowing what was about to happen.
Nathan took the guard's uniform and swapped it for his own orange jumpsuit. When all was said and done, he looked at Alex. "I really truly am sorry... I just need to reach Samantha. Good luck." He put Alex on the bed and walked out of the cell.
Alex watches him leave, but soon blacks out.
Nathan walked to the exterior of the complex. None of the guards paid him any heed. One offered him a bottle of Smirnoff, but he denied. Soon he was outside the complex, and he found an abandoned car about a half a mile out. He hopped in, then started it up. He drove away just as two very angry people ran after it. Now he was off to find Samantha.
*****
