The Murder Of Justine Allebone

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I struck my hand across the wall of metal, willing it to budge as it stood steady on front of me.

My palms stung with the pain of every hit but I refused to give up, refused to let all this be for nothing.

"Why aren't you doing anything?!" I asked him frantically, looking away from this horror to see him cooped up in a corner, his legs pulled up to his chest with his arms and head resting on his knees.

"Do something goddammit! Do anything, but at least Try!" I exclaimed, my voice high and shriek-y.

All he did was rock back and forth a little, adding to my fury.

"Parker-" I spat as I gripped him by his shoulders, "If you don't stop this bullshit right this instant, God forgive me, I'm going to murder you with these very hands."

He looked up to me, his eyes filled with terror.

I knew he was claustrophobic. It was my fault for insisting he come along inside.

I thought of all that had happened these past few weeks, how close we'd come to uncovering this mess, and all that we had given up to be here.

My anger ebbed a little and fear crept in, seeing which his eyes seemed to steel up in something akin to resolve.

He stumbled up, plucking my hands off his shoulders and gripping them in his.

"Let's get out of this mess. This room might seem to be getting smaller by the minute, hell bent to crush us alive, but if there's anything I've learnt from you is to never give up, even when it seems like there's no escape."
He was breathless when he finished, deprived of much needed, and frankly limited oxygen in this cell.

He opened his mouth again, but I was quick to clamp my hand on it. "Less talking, more trying to find an escape."

He rolled his eyes and even though there was the possibility that we might truely die here, I couldn't help but smile at him.

It was right then that I seemed to topple onto him, as if we were being carried on to something.

I heard the roar of an engine and a definite kick back from where the vehicle started moving.

I looked at Parker, who was actively being crushed under me.

His eyes said the same thing that was running though my mind.

We were utterly, completely, and irrevocably screwed.