42nd Country Road

Your Precious Crazy

"You..." He said pointing at me.

"Yes, I am your crazy. Your precious crazy. If you want me to comply, you've missed your chance. Honestly, I'm lucky she's so... Stubborn," I said. He backed out of the cell closing the door behind him.

"Get the shock sticks," he called down the hallway. I heard distant screams in response. They sounded like Jack's and Mark's.

"You have my people," I said. Standing up and walking to the bars.

"Hurry up!" He yelled in his gravelly voice.

"You know your shock sticks won't work," I said

"Why is that?" He said, fear welling up inside his voice.

"Mark used a shock collar," I said grinning. The chains felt like stings now. I pulled at them. Eventually breaking them. The man looked at me in shock.

"You'll let me out now," I said. He fumbled with the keys. Finally opening the door. I walked out. My combat boots hitting the floor. I grabbed the keys out of the door. I looked at him.

"Run along now, I've got a game of tag to play," I said. He bolted in the other direction. I walked down the hall, looking at all the empty cells. I came upon Marks. He was sleeping. His back and head against the wall.

"Morning, Handsome," I said unlocking the door. He shifted, then looked up at me with black eyes.

"Hey, pretty, took you long enough," he said smiling. I walked into the cell. I knelt down to unlock his hands. I grabbed his face and pulled him to my lips. He pulled away and smiled.

"Let's go get Jack," he said. He stood up and walked out. I followed him out of the cell. I looked at my hands. The black was returning.

"Mark," I said. He turned around. I held my hands up. He smiled.

"It's supposed to do that," he chuckled. I laughed along with him. We came up to Jack's cell. I opened it and opened his cuffs.Voices called from behind us. His black eyes seemed to light up. His head shifted to Mark.

"Come on, Jack," Mark said, "We are leaving," Jack stood up and followed us out the door. I felt the normal choke me. The dark tried to shove it back down. The normal finally came back. I felt sick.

"M-Mark," I said weakly. Mark turned around. His eyes went back to normal. Jack's did as well. They both rushed over to me.

"Ev, what's wrong?" Mark said. Jack walked over to what looked like a crate. He opened it. It was chalked full of guns.

"I-I don't know," I replied to Mark. My head started to hurt. I squeezed my eyes tight. The dark came back. I opened my eyes again.

"Handsome," I said, His eyes turned black again, "Get me a gun,"

"Pretty, she's hurting," Mark said. Jack tossed me a gun.

"I know, she is weak," I said. I pointed the gun down the hallway. The people running towards us. I shot. Bullets flew from the end. So many bodies fell. They few standing ran in the opposite direction.

"Be gentle, Pretty," Mark said running his hand along my jaw, "We don't want to ruin something perfect, do we?" He said. Jack, came over to me.

"He's right, you know," He said. The pain started to ease back in. The normal was back now. I fell to the floor clutching my head. Mark picked me up and started to run down the hall.

"Jack, which way?" Mark said out of breathe.

"I don't know," Jack responded. Mark tripped and I slipped out of his arms. I landed on the concrete. The single light above me, ripped into my skull. I started to walk slowly down the hallway. I turned a few corners. Finally I found a pair of glass door with sunlight pouring in. I couldn't look at it. The light hurt. I turned so my back was facing the door. I looked up at Mark through a squint.

"We need to go, Mark," Jack said.

"I know," Mark said.

"You go without me, I'll catch up, I can't go out into the light, my head hurts too bad," I said.

"No, you're coming with us," Mark said taking off a jacket. He ripped off one of the sleeves and tied it around my eyes. He picked me up and started to run.

"Jack, we need to find a car," Mark called.

"Already got one," Jack called back. All I knew about the surrounding area was that I was sunny and paved.

"Does it have keys in it?" Mark called

"Ya, come on," Jack called. I heard a car open. I felt leather beneath me. Mark's warm body was next to me supporting my limp one.

"Jack let's go," I felt the car rumble and start to move.

"Mark, what's going on," I asked. I felt the car door next to me.

" We are going away," He said in a comforting voice. I laid my head on his shoulder. I heard shots behind us. I couldn't die now. We kept going. Finally the shots stopped and I fell asleep.