An Inch Of Infinity (Short Version)

CHAPTER 63- A Visit

"Come to let me out? Or did you just miss me?" he grins, then breaks into a cough. I punch him. He doesn't even flinch, just tastes his lip for blood. He tries to stand up, but a guard throws him to the ground with the handcuffs. His cuffs hold him to the ground, but he manages to sit in a determined way. I know from experience that it's no picnic to do so. His eyes are cold and calculating. He knows why I'm here.

"WHAT DID YOU DO? WHAT WAS IN THAT PILL?" I scream in his face. He just laughs.I kick him in the side.

"My friend ate that pill, now you are going to tell me the cure for whatever that was, or you will get it to."I hiss at him. I get ready to kick him again.

"O.K, O.K., I'll tell you." He says. I open my eyes wide. I didn't think that would work. "It was vitamins!" He laughs. Anger wells inside of me.

"THIS IS NOT FUNNY!!!" I yell and kick him again. He wouldn't break, and I know it doesn't matter, but I get a small satisfaction out of it. Once he even hissed when my foot hit his side.Plus, who can say they gave a keeper a shiner or a fat lip and lived to tell the tale? I spend a few hours grilling him. He yawns multiple times and pretends to fall asleep.

"Listen doll, you ain't doing anything, I ain't saying anything, it's all just a waste of everyone's time. You can't hurt me, and ya sure ain't gonna kill me, so why don't ya leave now? My show is gonna be on soon." He laughs. It's hopeless but I have to. I take the guards gun from his holster and hold it up. The keeper blinks, surprised. The guard does nothing to stop me, just holds his other gun, amused.

"You won't shoot me." He says, but there is a question in his voice. I've never held a gun before but it feels right in my hand. The weight, and the position of the safety, the trigger. How do I know that?

"Safeties off, wanta take that chance?" I ask him. I take a step closer. Then I gape in horror as he stands up, leaving the cuffs on the ground. I dash out of the cell and the guard follows, both of us holding our guns with shaking hands. The keeper doesn't move.

"Don't you think I'm right where I want to be?" He asks. The smugness is gone from his voice. He walks towards us and closes his cell door. Then he goes over to his bed and lies down on it. He's not escaping any time soon but that's not because of us. He is in control and always has been. I'm not a keeper, I can't scare him.. Then I get an actually good idea.

"If she dies, so will you." I say, and a wave of fear washed over his face, just to be replaced seconds later with his stone expression, but I know its progress. I turn to leave. Hoping he falls for it.

"Wait," he says. I stop, but don't turn. "If I tell you, and you cure her, you have to cure me too." He says. finally, progress. I feel like I've spent a lifetime down here, and can't wait to get out. He props himself up, with his wrists on the floor.

"It was a rose-broom pill, and the sickness? Blue fever." he says. "By now it should still be in its early stages," he says. I gasp. I shoot at the Keeper. I might as well have missed by a mile, it had gotten stuck in his matrice. He actually jumped in fear, and that made me feel much better.

"That's enough!" snaps one of the guards. I know he doesn't really care about the Keeper, just his job. The Keeper smirks. I know I didn't hurt him nearly as much as he deserves.

"That was for my friends." I whisper loudly and I start to walk away. He spits in our direction.

"You should feel lucky that I'm the one who came, instead of Faith. If she were here, you'd be dead." I snarl and walk away, although I doubt Faith would be allowed in here. Seconds later he's at the bars yelling things at us, but I don't look back. I don't have time to look back.