Last Dawn of a Horde

Chapter Nine: The First Prince ~2 James

~James~

            “John!” I nudged John, and he stopped fidgeting.

            “Who are they?” he asked, looking alarmed he stretched his legs. The two men in overalls looked real creepy, but John wasn’t looking like he was afraid. He looked infuriated.

            John got a rock from his pocket, and threw it in between the electric bars. Those bars were sizzling indistinctively, like you’ll hands will get fried the instant you touch them. I remembered in our Physics lessons that some current more than one ampere is enough to kill a human. From my guess, this contains five.

            To my surprise, the rock flew straight back to John, and it hit him straight on his forehead. It didn’t bleed, but John winced like it hurt real badly. The rock was the same as what he threw, and he looked appalled.

            “The rock deflected,” John whispered. I know right, I thought.

            From the other side of the cell behind the bars, one of them—the one slightly smaller—opened some part of the wall. A panel slid down, and he began punching in something from its pad. The other one was wearing a nasty look at me, like I killed his cannibal pet.

            The sizzling sound ended, but I hear a much scarier sound—it sounded like an air tank was shut off. After three seconds of complete silence, I felt like I was breathing fresh air already.

            Speaking in a horrible magnified voice, the smaller one said, “Don’t try to fight us, minors.”

            “And why shouldn’t I?” John said, enraged. “You son of a bitch, get us out of here!”

            And then he seems to whisper to the taller guy. I can’t practically see their faces, but knowing John long enough, I knew he’ll be ready to rip their faces off, whoever they are and whatever evil they want to do.

            “Specimens show signs of irritability,” the taller one said. The cell bars were still locked, but when John knew they were already shut off from currents, he slid off his arms between bars and began to claw on air like a desperate criminal—something he wasn’t really is.

            “I’m in real irritation, you dickhead!” John said.

            The smaller one seems to snarl, and he returns to the exposed panel. He punched another character and pressed a button, and then another dent on the wall formed, and a rectangular shape came out of it.

            It grew handles, and he ripped it off the walls. Just then I came to realize it was a briefcase well-hidden on the seemingly normal walls.

            The taller guy opened the case, and I almost gasped when I saw what’s inside that leather-coated case.

            Its contents looked exactly like what Bridge’s antidote container’s contents looked like.

            “Now, don’t panic, kids,” said the shorter dude.