The Refuge

Chapter 1

Crutchie sat in the cold, dark, musty cell. He groaned in pain, both from his beating and hunger. They hadn't fed him yet. Not that he wasn't used to that, he has gone a week without food, but with his injuries he almost felt hungrier. Usually he would walk around on his crutch or watch Jack draw when he was starving but he can't do any of those now. He rocked back and forth covering his ears for about two seconds before remembering they hit his back pretty good and now he can't do anything to calm himself. He decided to go to sleep.

"It's my fault it's my fault it's my fault." Jack paced around his penthouse trying to get a clear thought out but nothing was coming out. Crutchie is in hell. It's my fault, It's my fault. He should have never started this stupid union, this revolution. Revolution. He didn't start it. Davey started it. There's a clear thought. It is Davey's fault. He condemned Crutchie to hell. He decided to end this revolution that Davey started.