Comatose

Chapter Nine: Lost

Sam sat restrained in a cell again. This time Polonium had put a shock collar around his neck.  Sam whimpered quietly. Polonium had beat this man nearly to a pulp for escaping her. Blood dripped down one side of his face. He couldn't see real well out of his left eye. She made sex rather painful for him once he arrived.

Sam rested his head on the wall. He missed being with Helen and her family. His eyes hurt from crying when he had been told she didn't make it. He blamed herself for his death. He knew neither Mike nor Malcolm would forgive him for it.

The door to his cell opened. Polonium walked in. She stood over him. "are you ready to behave now?" she asked.

Sam didn't say anything. His body pulsated from the poison. He felt his heart rate pick up. He was staring directly at the woman who had harmed him. Hate and Malice steadily filled his mind.

"Let me say it again. Are you going to behave for me now?" asked Polonium with an irritated edge in her voice.

Sam's eyes narrowed. Monster. Liar. came a voice in his head. Sam caterwauled loudly. He lunged at her. The zip ties she used to keep him held to the pipe broke. Sam tackled her against the wall. Polonium screamed in surprise. Sam raised his fist at her. "LIAR!" he yelled.

"Sam, calm down. Don't make me shock you."

"GO TO HELL!"

Polonium tapped the tip of her pen. The shock collar around his neck went off. Sam fought against the incoming pain. He grabbed Polonium by the shoulders and slammed her through one of the tables in the room. Polonium went still in his hands. He backed away. He looked behind him to see that she had left the door to his room wide open.

Sam bolted. He was moving a lot quicker than he ever had before. He turned the corner to find a small metal door. He pushed it open. The door lead to the backside of Polonium's lab. The mountain air hit him. Freedom. Run Samuel!

Sam ran right for the fence. He whimpered when he discovered that she had laced the top of it with razor wire. Have to get high. Have to get high. He looked around for a way out. He noticed that there was an old microwave tower in the far corner of the yard.

Sam climbed up onto the ladder for it. He heard the ladder creak underneath of his weight. He climbed up to the tallest level on the tower. He could feel the wind blowing around him. The tower gave him a nice view of the valley around him. They were close to a valley that had a river flowing through it. Sam looked down. There was a set of bushes near the fence. He got close to the edge of the platform. He put himself into a leap of faith pose. He let his body drop past the platform.

The wind buffeted him. He closed his eyes. He landed back first into the bushes. He grunted as they pierced into his sides. He groaned softly. He opened his eyes again. He panted looking around. He smiled when he realized he made it over the fence. He took the collar off his neck. He chucked it somewhere next to him.

Sam went limping off down the mountain. The ledges were a little unstable. Sam yelped in surprise when one of the ledges gave out from under him. It sent him plummeting a few feet before he stopped on another ledge. His vision began to blur suddenly. Sam swayed as he stood up. He continued making his way down the mountain.

He finally reached the bottom. His body ached from his newly formed injuries. The adrenaline was wearing off. He began making his way through the valley. There were hardly any trees for him to hide under. He moved quickly despite his body's protests.

It was night fall before Sam made it to the river. He whimpered to himself quietly. He sat close to the water's edge. He had bushes and trees to hide under. He nursed his wounds gently. I have to figure out how to get home. Maybe this river leads back to PontyPandy? He thought. Sam slid his flannel off. His flannel had gotten beaten up from his fall up on the mountain. He bunched it up into a small pillow for him to rest his head on. He laid down on his side.