Chased

Bridewell Prison (Old)

The prison was busy.

I was concerned about how much the security would be active with this crowd. Civilians and patriots rioted in the front of the prison. The guards did their best to hold the rioters back, but they were struggling greatly. These people were as angry as they were before the massacre, which means something bad was about to happen. I felt the unsettling feeling crawl itself up my back.

I shook off the thoughts flooding my mind, and examined the wall of the prison. I needed to get inside, so I could rescue Connor. This wall was my ticket, all I had to do was get it stamped.

As I scanned the wall, I found a window high up.

I ran forward, towards the wall. My mind was flying, my blood was pulsing. My whole plan could go wrong in a heart beat.

I could be caught.

I could be shot.

I could be hanged.

I could be raped.

I could be killed.

Then I would never be able to save Connor.

I leapt forward. For a split second, I felt scared. I extended my feet outwards to catch the rough wall before my palms. The impact was hard and nearly threw me off, but I reached up and caught the port hole in the wall. I winced at the rough rock I gripped on to.

I hoisted my other arm up to balance out my weight on either arm. I glanced up, seeing as that was the only way to go. There were multiple indents in the rock where I could get my hands and feet in.

"Bloody hell." I hissed.

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My shoulder brushed against the wall as I peeked around the corner. I scanned the hall for any guards and, upon coming clear, I rounded it. I quickly made my way down the hall, stepping over the piles of vomit left on the floor by the prisoners.

This place was disgusting. The floors were covered in who-knows-what, the walls were filthy... the whole place was a mess. How could they keep human beings in these types of conditions?

I took a step forward, reaching the corner of the hall. My hand dragged against the rough wall, curling around the corner. I peeked around the corner, coming face-to-face with-

A pair of hands snatched hold of my shoulders and slammed me down into the muddy floor. Once my back hit the floor, they grabbed my arms. "Fu-" I started to yell. One of the hands reached up to cover my mouth, "Be quiet!" My knee snapped up and caught him close between the legs, nearly hitting my target. I went to do it again, but found it unattainable.

Someone was standing on my feet.

"I would suggest you stop struggling, my dear. Struggling will get you no where." I recognized that voice. "You, girl, are very annoying!" I recognized that voice as well.

"Why can't you leave me alone?" "'Cause we don't have to, Victoria. Charles, may you get off the poor girl?" Haytham asked. Lee nodded, "Yes, sir." He slowly rose off of me then took a position behind Haytham.