He was holding my hand. I wanted to pull away and yell at him for touching me, but I also didn't want to hurt him any further. So conflicted. "You're smaller. How many guards are over there?" I breathed, nodding to the turn ahead of us. He hummed nervously as he nodded, thankfully releasing me and walking forward a few steps. He peered around the corner, immediately pulling back and pressing his back against the wall, looking alarmed. I cocked an eyebrow in place of rolling my eyes, fearing that that would hurt his precious feelings. Weak. He held up all ten fingers and then closed his hands into fists, repeating this process a few times. I frowned and tilted my head in question. 'A lot.' He mouthed. I bit my lip and walked up to him, peeking around the corner. My eyes widened in horror and I pulled back, cursing. There were way too many. This was a stupid plan. We're going to die. I led this poor kid into suicide and I didn't even know him a day. I'm such an idiot. I shouldn't have even come here in the first place! This was stupid!
Taking deep, silent breaths to calm myself, I straightened up and took out my larger gun. "I swear, if you get me killed I will kill you." I hissed to the child, kneeling next the corner and taking a deep breath. I leaned to the side and aimed. I fired and winced as it jerked my arm. There was a beeping sound and I quickly pulled back, covering my eyes with my hands and closing my eyes as there was a flash. I heard screams immediately after and I snickered, silently thankful that Morty wasn't affected. I opened my eyes and saw he looked confused and kinda scared, but otherwise alright. I stood up, grabbing his wrist and running around the corner. I ran past the odd-looking guards, swallowing thickly as I pulled the child through the crowd of screaming aliens. A few had physical reactions to the blast, their eyes and noses bleeding profusely as they screamed. I laughed a bit louder. I slammed my feet into a metal door handle, successfully breaking it. "Hey! You can't be in here!" Without looking, I pulled out my smaller gun and fired through the bullet-proof glass at the guard.
The material started melting as the alien exploded in a mess of green and yellow, Morty whimpering as I unbuckled my belt and slipped it off. "Oh, grow up!" I snapped, spinning around to glare at him for two second before turning back to the door. I tied my black leather belt around the handle and looped it around a metal bar that was conveniently placed just to the left of it. Heh. "Alright. That should keep the sane ones out for awhile. We need to find Rick and the hell out of here." I mumbled, mostly to myself. He nodded and followed as I turned and started walking. I bit my lip as I walked, narrowing my eyes at the prisoners. The cells were small rectangular rooms, the toilet less than a foot away from the bed. A few prisoners were actually too big for the rooms, their gelatinous insides seeping between the bars but not quite being able to go through. I avoided those ones, despite the fact that each of the prisoners were screaming for me to let them out. A few faces were actually familiar, either legal or illegal customers that I have worked with.
Morty seemed nervous, and I subtly moved my hands into my pockets when I saw him move to hold one again. It was better than outright snapping at him again. "Taz?" I looked over at Rick and grinned. Morty ran forward to his cell. "Morty! Hey!" Rick greeted through the bars. I stood behind the kid as he said something to Rick, my hand moving to the gun that I had reattached to my belt. I waited a good minute while they talked, not wanting to interrupt. When I heard heavy and in-sync footsteps, I decided that this was not the time for manners. "Okay! Time to go!" I shout, shoving Morty aside and firing at the lock. It started melting and I tore the door open. "Halt!" "Lame phrase." "Shut up! That's what they told us to say!" I now regret wasting my one insanity bomb. I look around at all the guards, finding that we were surrounded. I curse and hand Rick my gun. "You are being taken in for breaking into a low-security prison!" Someone calls. I roll my eyes. "We all know that that is the least you fuckers worry about!" I shout back. "And you can't take me in unless you read me my rights in my preferred language, anyway." I say, smirking.
