Devil's Night

Escape Plan

Ricky's POV

It was more than obvious how disturbed Chris was to see me in such a pitiful state, the way he checked me over said it all. I despised the fact that my body was just as Rem promised, he wasn't bluffing. I am now Frail, weak, hungry and yes at this point in time. Begging to die. Aching and hurting constantly, I wanted nothing more than to fall asleep and never wake up. I've held tight onto a sense of hope for so long but only a few days ago, after being witness to Chris's beating. There was absolutely nothing left in my heart. I was more than aware that I wouldn't last much longer living like this, nor would Chris. I would guess a week, two weeks tops is all I had here but who knows what's to come.

I reached my hand over my shoulder to where Chris's gentle hold was as he checked me. When I looked over at him, I could see a look of worry and fear. As if he's trying to accept my death before it even happened. We've only been here for about two months but it was more than enough time to transform us from two dreamers with the world in front of us with our chins held high. Now look at us. Here we are, locked up and trying our best to cling onto the fragment life we got. Hell. I am about ready to let go, but I can't do that to Chris, I can't do that to a friend. How could I ever forgive myself if I gave up now? But what did that matter? Everything was so broken and I might as well toss myself away, instead of breaking myself more trying to fix this. I honestly have no idea what to think anymore.

I heard a small "bing" from the metal bowl that was usually given to us with water, breaking me out of my silence and getting out of my thoughts. I was so zoned out that I didn't even notice that Chris had left from behind me. Once he grabbed the bowl from across the room he scooted back over, setting the bowl in front of me and then pushed it closer to me.

"Drink." He said in a flat tone, almost as if he was commanding me.

I just stared at him with a numb expression. Thinking it over, I really didn't want to but I knew he'd make me if I said no.

"Ricky, drink." He ordered me, sounding more insistent this time.

I let out a deep sigh and took the bowl and slowly taking my share, saving enough for his turn. I handed it back and he drank the rest of it but he didn't just kick it back to the corner. Bending it in half, back and forth, over and over again. He was trying to tear it apart and get it to split.

"What the hell are you doing?" I said with a touch of anger in my voice.

I knew that if he broke it, that would be the last of our water and I highly doubt that Rem would be so willing to give us another bowl.

"Self defense." Chris said back as he was exhausting himself trying to get it to break.

After a few minutes of him bending the metal I heard a gasp of surprise come from Chris.

"Finally!" He yelled out, making me jump a bit. "Here take this." I looked at him confused about the metal he put in my hand.

"What do you want me to do with this?" I asked, still unable to fit the pieces together.

Giving me a small eye roll he spoke in a loud whisper tone in case we were being overheard. "When Rem or the guards come back, we use these to try to kill them." He pointed to the tip and edge of the bowl which were now sharp from the rough tear. "We each have one for a chance of getting out of here. I just don't know why I didn't think of this before."

My eyes were wide, when he explained. All I could wonder is how successful this plan would be, I had my doubts. But then agian. What other choices did we have? What more do we have to lose? We've already hit rock bottom, it's time we finally get the hell out of here. Or die trying.