A Home Called Cage

Their Chance

Longest chapter yet :D enjoy
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The basement's cold air woke all of them up except for Kyle. Sam's hands on the bars observing the basement, Elijah tapped his feet as he sat against the wall, and the couple laid nestled tightly in the corner.

"Wait a second..." Sam said reaching for his pocket. He pulled out his tooth brush and observed it.

"Yeah Kyle has his too," Elijah looked at Sam. "You got an idea or something?"

Elijah stood next to Sam hopeful, looking between Sam and his toothbrush.

"Well, I've heard of people making shanks at prisons... A weapon is better than nothing." Sam said looking around the cage.

"How do you suppose you're going to get close enough to them." Phil interrupted from the corner.

"Maybe we could sharpen it and attempt at picking that lock." Sam said partially opening his mouth. "That could work, even if I got to stab that smug bastard Bill I could die happily."

Everyone laughed together as Sam grew excited. Kyle shifted his head a little from the noise.

Sam's eyes wandered around the cell's scenery.

"You need something to sharpen that with?" Phil's voice came out hoarse.

"Yeah, you got any ideas?" Sam said fiddling with the toothbrush.

Phil pushed Kendra off of himself and got up. His height was very noticeable as he stood up a few inches above Sam. His muscles were slightly bigger and his chin held higher. His blonde hair waved over his face as he got up and it settled.

He pointed to one of the bars. "Here, I noticed this bar right here, it's kinda rigid."

Sam leaned over to the bar and he felt the sharp edges of its surfaces.

"It's not nearly sharp enough for sharpening... But I can try." Sam said trying to angle the toothbrush before he started.

Out of no where a higher voice came, "Sam don't ruin your brush." They both looked over at Kyle.

Sam glared straight at Kyle, "Shut up, It can get us out of here." Sam started rubbing the brush on the bar starting the scraping noise.

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Hours passed, Sam's arm strained from forging the shank. He was going faster as he got more experienced with the toothbrushes features. His breathing and the scraping was the only thing that touched the room. He wiped the sweat using the back of his hand every few minutes.

"Maybe I should take a shot at it... You look tired," Elijah's voice came from behind Sam.

"I got it," Sam spoke still rubbing. The brush seemed to lose it's dull end and started sprouting a short point.

Elijah looked at Sam getting impatient, "Just give it here man, maybe I can do it better."

Sam turned around with his eyebrows scrunched and biting his lip. "What, you think that your'e better than me or something?" The small pointed brush hung from Sam's white clenched knuckles.

Elijah glanced at Sam's clenched fist, "I never said that..."

"It sure seemed like it, you just said you thought you could do better. From where I grew up, that statement takes offense," Sam said getting closer to Elijah as he slowly backed up.

"What are you gonna do about it, your'e all talk." Elijah said backing into the bars.

Kyle looked over at Kendra and Phil cuddling asleep in the corner. "Sam don't listen to him, your not all talk. Haha I think you were doing a great job Sam." Kyle smiled as he laid against the bars.