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Chapter Three

I've been in this cell, alone, for what seems like hours. A guard comes by every so often but never the same one. Each time they yell at me. I've dug the cuffs into my wrists hoping to cause an infection or serious enough damage for them to take me out of here. I need to escape.

The door clangs open and to my surprise it's the first guard. A smirk on his face and and a med kit in his hand. Another guard follows him in. "We know what you're doing. You need to stop that. Or you'll lessen your chances of survival."

  The unfamiliar guard comes to me and ties a cloth around my mouth, and leaves the gun barrel against my head. Paranoid.. It's not like I've done anything..

  I smirk at my thought and it makes the guard I know scowl. "Don't do that. Just sit still and let me clean you up." As he uncuffs me I sit still and watch him, being careful not to set either of them off. Perhaps if I get a hold of his neck I could get control, but then there's a bullet in my brain. Maybe I could fake a seizure and they'd let their guard down for just long enough.

That'll work. I think it'll be believable. "Bellamy I gotta take a piss man. Can you handle her without me?" The guard behind me says. Bellamy sighs and looks at me, and nods his head. "Make it quick Harry, she's feisty and stronger than she looks." I let out a muffled laugh and shake my head as I hear Harry put the gun away and walk out of the cell. My eyes settle on Bellamy, a scowl resting on his face as he cleans my wrists up.

"How in the hell did you manage to get these in so deep? Maybe I should've gotten the doc to sedate you." I reach up quick and pull the cloth lilt of my mouth, but he practically jumps on my arm thinking I was going to attack. "Relax there Mr. Paranoid. Am I not allowed to talk?" Bellamy scowls and continues, cleaning it with rubbing alcohol. I wince and pull my hands back. "That hurts you know! You could be nice to me. After all you've trapped me in here."

  Bellamy scowls at me and roughly grabs my wrists, earning a shout from me. "Watch it you cretin! That hurts!" My voice echoes in the room and down the hallway.

  "I would be gentle if you'd sit still. Maybe you shouldn't have done this to yourself." He dabs with a gentle touch this time, the only pain from the disinfectant. "I wouldn't have done this if you'd have let me go. Why are you people capturing us like this!" I snap at him, being enraged.

  He looks to my eyes and stares there for a few moments, removing the rage as quickly as it appeared. "I'm sorry that you're stuck here. I don't want any of this. My sister was kidnapped and the only way she would go free is if I did this." He speaks quietly.

  I look away from him, feeling a slight bit uncomfortable, but mostly sad. "I-I'm sorry I didn't know. Can't you just let me go and say I knocked you unconscious?"

  Bellamy shakes his head and sighs, turning to grab some gauze and bandages. This small slip up is all I need.

  I lunge and knock him over before attempting to scramble to my feel. He lets out a shout and gets up faster than I can run away, his hands gripping my arms tightly as he pushes me against the wall with a knee up against my back.

  "Why do you have to be so damn feisty! You won't get out of here alone! So just sit down!" Bellamy let's me go, only to toss me into the corner of the room. "I've warned you time and time again! Yet you still fight even though you won't win!"

  The toss had caused me to hit my head, and made everything fuzzy. But he grabbed me again and pushes my back against the wall.

  "How do you know they don't already have your sister in that giant room.. or one of these smaller rooms." My words cause him to pause, a few thoughts visibly crossing his mind.