The Tragedy Of The Three Siblings

Chapter 10

To play unconscious was like to play dead. 

Jessie was halfly opening her eyes, the first thing she saw was her cuffed her hands and the grey floor while she was being carried on the guards shoulders, and that strong knight armour was so cold and it was hurting her body for no reason.

However, she saw the lower body of another guard who was obviously joining his company. 

"I'll check up on Kayde, i'll catch up with you later"

She heard him say and saw his lower body (from the leg down to the feet) take another turn and left to another hallway, leaving her alone with him. 
"Kay" the guard who was carrying Jessie carelessly replied, as he was walking on his way to ceiling nr. 204

Finally Jessie thought to herself as she slowly opened both of her eyes and looked up, with full eyes open observing the collidor she was being carried through.

What the.. She dumbfoundedly thought to herself looking at  those pictures that hanging on the walls of the Godfather. He was doing the same pose, same expression, same backround, same everything. All the pictures were the same, and the walls were full of those picture with about a meter distance between each picture hanging on these walls.

On the other hand, the  guard had reached a dead end, however in truth the dead and was the ceiling nr. 204. 

Wait for it.. She patiently thought to herself  waiting for the perfect moment. 

Just as the guard pulled out the key ring holder where a lot of keys where attached to it. Jessie lightly flipped herself over, but while she was still flipping she quickly rolled herself in the air so when she landed she'd be facing his  back. 

"Huh?" The guard was slow to react, and wasn't aware of what  was happening nor about to happen.

"Sorry"

Jessie was apologizing before she immidietly jumped on his back and chocked  the guard tightly with her handcuffs. 

Pulling the cuffs closer  to herself, with all her strenght making the cuffs get pressed more into the guys soft throat. 

"I'd rather kill to achieve freedom than to become an experimental prisoner." She  said with an unease feeling, not really wanting to hurt anyone but she was left with no choices. 

She was just watching how he slowly dropped down to his knees, as his shaky hands were reaching out for nothing in the air, longing to breathe as he made those weird choking sounds you make as you try to breathe but you can't. But damn you know you can't cause there's nothing your capable of doing in a situation like this when your life is in someone else's hands, hoping for the person to let go off the grip,  and let you walk away and live.

The poor, maybe not so poor thing tried to get  his fingers between the handcuff and his throat, with the hopes of creating some space so he could gasp for air, for another breathe, for another second, another chance. But  hell, the grip was too tight to even be able to loosen it for a little bit.

Jessie was suprised to see he made it out for this long, but even so she knew he'd be gone soon. 

"May your soul rest in peace.." Jessie sighed, closing her eyes as his body slowly dropped down to the floor with that heavy armour making a loud "thump" sound.

She did a Jesus cross sign with her index finger poking her forhead first then a little bit down her throat, next  her left shoulder and the last her right shoulder, like priests.

She quickly got off his back and picked up the God  knows how many keys were attached on the  key-holding ring. She tried out every single key there is one by one. Trying to get rid of those handcuffs that have hurt her wrist so badly, especially the part where most of her veins flow into her hand.