Today’s inspiration for writing comes from the Deviant Art profile of Andree Wallin. This guy’s got some amazing stuff in there, and you should definitely check it out.
Soldiers speed by *AndreeWallin on deviantART
Never Going Back
I peek around the corner, trying to size up the situation.
Dammit. Two soldiers, both carrying full-auto weaponry. But it’s the only way out. I can’t go back. I fought too hard just to get to here. The idea of heading back to that pen, to exposing myself to those chemicals just so some rich bureaucrat can get a great high – a break to his troubles – it sickens me.
I look down to see my leg bouncing up and down, jittering with all of the nervous energy. I have to do something! If they come around the corner and see me sitting here, then they’ll either shoot me on the spot or force me to die a slower death in my pen. NO! I’m not going back. Being shot is better than staying. I have to keep going.
I desperately search the surrounding floors, the walls, anything for a distraction, or at least another target. Nothing. The barren hallways seem to mock me with their indifference to my plight. Windows too narrow to allow me to squeeze through tease me with rays of light, with glimpses of outside. Anywhere outside would be better than this.
I was captured and dragged here immediately upon my arrival to this God-forsaken land. I had entered this province without the proper paperwork – without any paperwork. When I was removed from the station so forcibly, I had already formed the protest letter that I would file immediately upon speaking with my court-appointed attorney, but no legal representation would be provided. None was needed for the damned. We were the forgotten, to be used like batteries. Pull as much usage and life out of that one as you can before it goes dead, then throw it away.
Some particularly stifling days down on the work floor, I would see three or more people drop within my small section. The guards would come and drag them to the side, heaping up their bodies on top of one another. They were gone by the next day when I was forced to report for duty once more, but the bodies would always stack back up again.
We worked twenty hours at a time. Even if a person’s body could withstand the heat and the eventually toxic chemicals, there was no guarantee that a person wouldn’t collapse from just sheer exhaustion.
No. I can’t go back. No matter what might happen, I can’t go back.
I peek again. The soldiers are facing my direction, but they miss my small movement. They’re most likely bored, guarding a section of the facility that never sees any action unless a new prisoner is being brought through.
Well, I’ll give them something to do today.
I look down at my feet and see my soft-soled shoes. I take them off and make ready to use them as missiles. If I can only get to the guards before their guns find me. Maybe I can get close enough to confuse them… make them hurt each other accidentally?
I don’t know. I peak around for the last time. One guard has started to walk towards me. I halt my movements to keep from rushing out in front of him. Maybe I can surprise him when he takes the corner. I can hear him only a few feet away from the corner now, but he has stopped.
It sounds like he has opened a pouch and is looking for something. If he’s looking for something, then he doesn’t have both hands on the gun.
I make my move. I turn the corner and rush him. I latch both hands on the gun, and I bring my forehead crashing down onto his nose. We go down in a heap as he screams.
The other guard screams something too, but I keep fighting. I reach for the trigger and find it, wildly firing into the halls, hoping that one of the bullets will hit my target. I don’t hear more gunfire, so I can only guess that I’ve at least driven the man backwards.
I let off the trigger, and I begin to hit the man with the broken nose. I hit him hard, and I keep on hitting him. I notice that he doesn’t struggle anymore. I leave him. I take his gun, and I step over the corpse of the second guard at the end of the hall.
I run. I’m not going back. I’m never going back.
