Zenohazard

Escaping the Cell

He shook my hand, sternly and quickly, then went back to his thinking. I tried my telekinesis again, hoping James wasn't blocking it again. The metal bars bent slightly ajar, but stopped when James glared at me. What the hell, man? He slowly looked away, staring at his hands before him. While he looked away, I bent the metal slightly more open.

"Stop. Jesus H. Christ, am I not allowed to think?" James scolds. I scowl, a grin appearing on my face, not leaving. "Do you enjoy pissing people off?" I turned away smiling, leaving his question unanswered. I bent the bar the rest of the way, leaving a gap large enough to fit the both of us out. Guards were probably at lunch now, so I figured to make a run for it.

"You coming? It's easier to get the materials now that we have access." I pointed out.

"You're about as crazy as Harley Quinn on Halloween and Christmas." He grunted, standing up real fast.

We headed out, checking each side before we left, then headed straight to the repair center. We ran as fast as we could, but a guard spotted us and set off the alarm. Sirens buzzed, red lights flashed. Maybe this wasn't the best idea.

"Shit! Did you think about what would happen if we got caught?" James yelled over the obnoxious noise. I chuckled as we took a sharp turn into the center. I rushed over to the tool box and grabbed the Philips screwdriver and some adhesive, putting them in the pocket of my prison uniform. James shot me a funny look, probably of disapproval of my rebellious self.

A guard walked into the center, hand on his belt, preparing to pull a plasma gun on us. James and I looked at each other, trying to come up with an escape plan. Sparks flew by me, striking the guard's chest. I laughed, knowing James had done it. I rushed past the guard's body, James following behind me. We skidded across the cement floors avoiding the plasma whirring past us.

"Sparrow, what do you need the distraction for?" I asked before turning into the medical wing.

"Can't say, just go with it." James answered.

We barely made it into the medical wing before I'd been hit. The sizzling of the plasma burned through my suit, then into my skin, causing me to bleed. Luckily it only skimmed my back, but it still hurt like a son of a bitch. I kept silent, I was used to pain. Silence is my friend, just let James get the things he needs and block the door, I thought. James turned around, playing with a syringe. Dropping the syringe, he sat down next to me as quickly as a hare, looking at the wound.

"Red, you've been hit." James says.

"Yeah thanks, no shit Sherlock. Go get your stuff, don't worry about me, I'll be fine." I say, checking the door to make sure it was still locked. James shook his head, and went back to playing with syringes and chemicals. I began drifting asleep, drowsy from blood loss. I was half asleep, feeling a sharp pain in my forearm, making me dead asleep. Redness filled the back of my eyelids, filling with red splotches surround by an outer ring of a white-red, signaling that I had fallen asleep.