(Its things like this that spark my creativity :D. I still need to edit it, fix it up, and add more.)
Fingers dwindled along the opening of the cell. Her eyes staring upon the rest of the world that lay locked away from her and yet there she was. A prisoner to the livelihood that existed about her. A criminal to all causes, yet she could never understand the true cause that she was tried for in the first place. Her eyes looked away from the sights of the long hallway as she turned her back away from the bars that only reminded her of the realistic hell she was in. A hell that could only describe the harsh treatments of each leveled prisoner and yet she was found at the top. A traitor. For what, she couldn't even answer. She could hear the sound of boots along the pavement that surrounded the ground floor of the hallway. Her heart raced in pure anxiety. Corrupting her every well being as she heard the door unlock. The air around her shattered as she felt her body stiffen. Another beating? She thought as she felt the hard hit to her side. Her body stumbled and only gave way to the hit that was taken to her side. She breathed out slowly yet the shakiness could be heard within it. The sharp kick to her side only worsen the bruises that barely even seem to heal an more. Her fingers clawed upon the ground to get away from the guard's abuse before she felt the foot on her back. The tears streaming down her face only let her recognize the fact that she was crying. She hadn't noticed with the fear that over took her heart. She was shaking not just from the pain that started burning like wild fire through out her. She felt another kick to her left side to get her to turn on her side as she gasped out. It the hit had been aimed higher and it works as her rib cage shook with the idea of breaking away. Her arms wrapped around her body holding her sides as she felt another kick to her back. She let out a scream as the distilling pain of her spine shot around her and numbed all the rest of her body. She let a cry out as she tried to curl up into a ball. Another hard hit came to her stomach and whatever air she had in her chest was gone. Banished from the hit that left her speakless. Silent tears only feel now as she felt the violent pull on the short blonde strands that lay dirty and matted with her own blood. Her eyes closed tightly. Her breath caught in her chest after regaining it as she felt her back against the wall. Her eyes looked to the ceiling. Fearing what was to happen next. Her question was answered as she felt the tip of a blade tickle her arms. Threatening to cut and slice her skin open to the blossoming blood that lay behind it the pale roughness. Her head seemed to start spinning from another blow to the face. Her lip busted now as she could taste her own blood. She could fell him toss her aside like some sort of rag doll. Her hands taking the blow that the wall would have naturally provided. Yet it the shock of pain blasted up her arms and through out her weakened muscles. She could feel her legs trying to give way to the pain of her body but she fought to stay standing. She could hear the laughter of the two guards. Hear the cruel words they called her and yet she did nothing. The last time she pulled such a stunt they left her unconcious and who knows what happened within that time she was passed out. She turned her thoughts away from the voilent details that left her shaking in rage.
She pushed herself away from the wall. Waiting for another hit. She didn't know if she had the strength to take a swing but it was worth the try. She could hear the cut of the air around her as a fist came her way before managing to dodge it and allowing it to the head the solid wall. Her hand moved pulling the home made weapon from her side as she stabbed it up into the side of the guard. She could her the curse that passed his lips as she started to pull it up. "Fuck you..." She whispered softly as she pulled the blade away. The feeling of his own blood on her hand only told her what she had done yet it hadn't seemed to sink in as she pushed the guard away from her. The other guard came at her in a fit of rage before she stabbed the blade into his hand. She could hear his yell out as he hit her. Her body gave way to the hit and he hand her blade. Yet she managed to grab his gun in the small conflict that occurred. By the time he recovered she had it aimed at him and pulled the hammer back. "Get me the fucken keys." Her tone was clear, serious, and cold. Her eyes were empty and only the lingering traces of hatred could be seen. She could see the guard smirk as he tossed the blade at his bleeding companion. She could see the taunt in his eyes as he edged towards her.
"And you know how to shoot a gun." The guard laughed lowly as he moved to her to get the gun back. His hand bleed from the deep gash that she had given him. He had to struggle to pull the homemade weapon from his hand. Yet he never let his emotional barrier fall again as he inched her way.
She never waited for him as the shot echoed in her room. Silence fell upon everything in her sector of the prison. What had happened had yet to show anything as she stripped the smallest of the uniform. She changed out slowly. Brushing back her greasy hair to give the look of a young man as she placed the gun back in the hault it originally rested in. "Yeah I know how to shot you stupid fuck." She let out gently as she looked to the now dead body that lay on the ground. The leaking of his life and the wound that lay in the mind of his head told only one part of the story as terror still lingered in his eyes.
She moved slowly pulling the keys out as she locked the prison door behind her. She ran down the hallways. Hearing the moans of pain that echoed around her. It seemed that she wasn't the only one receiving the severe beatings that these guards brought down upon them. She ignored them. She couldn't save them all. Not right now anyway as she ran down the hallway quickly. Her blue eyes catching the sight of a guard as he looked to her.
"What happened?" He asked. His eyes looking down to the main cell door that lay locked and closed.
"One guard is dead and the prisoner is as well for provoking a murder." She let out almost with a commanding voice. But then again, she was
Fingers dwindled along the opening of the cell. Her eyes staring upon the rest of the world that lay locked away from her and yet there she was. A prisoner to the livelihood that existed about her. A criminal to all causes, yet she could never understand the true cause that she was tried for in the first place. Her eyes looked away from the sights of the long hallway as she turned her back away from the bars that only reminded her of the realistic hell she was in. A hell that could only describe the harsh treatments of each leveled prisoner and yet she was found at the top. A traitor. For what, she couldn't even answer. She could hear the sound of boots along the pavement that surrounded the ground floor of the hallway. Her heart raced in pure anxiety. Corrupting her every well being as she heard the door unlock. The air around her shattered as she felt her body stiffen. Another beating? She thought as she felt the hard hit to her side. Her body stumbled and only gave way to the hit that was taken to her side. She breathed out slowly yet the shakiness could be heard within it. The sharp kick to her side only worsen the bruises that barely even seem to heal an more. Her fingers clawed upon the ground to get away from the guard's abuse before she felt the foot on her back. The tears streaming down her face only let her recognize the fact that she was crying. She hadn't noticed with the fear that over took her heart. She was shaking not just from the pain that started burning like wild fire through out her. She felt another kick to her left side to get her to turn on her side as she gasped out. It the hit had been aimed higher and it works as her rib cage shook with the idea of breaking away. Her arms wrapped around her body holding her sides as she felt another kick to her back. She let out a scream as the distilling pain of her spine shot around her and numbed all the rest of her body. She let a cry out as she tried to curl up into a ball. Another hard hit came to her stomach and whatever air she had in her chest was gone. Banished from the hit that left her speakless. Silent tears only feel now as she felt the violent pull on the short blonde strands that lay dirty and matted with her own blood. Her eyes closed tightly. Her breath caught in her chest after regaining it as she felt her back against the wall. Her eyes looked to the ceiling. Fearing what was to happen next. Her question was answered as she felt the tip of a blade tickle her arms. Threatening to cut and slice her skin open to the blossoming blood that lay behind it the pale roughness. Her head seemed to start spinning from another blow to the face. Her lip busted now as she could taste her own blood. She could fell him toss her aside like some sort of rag doll. Her hands taking the blow that the wall would have naturally provided. Yet it the shock of pain blasted up her arms and through out her weakened muscles. She could feel her legs trying to give way to the pain of her body but she fought to stay standing. She could hear the laughter of the two guards. Hear the cruel words they called her and yet she did nothing. The last time she pulled such a stunt they left her unconcious and who knows what happened within that time she was passed out. She turned her thoughts away from the voilent details that left her shaking in rage.
She pushed herself away from the wall. Waiting for another hit. She didn't know if she had the strength to take a swing but it was worth the try. She could hear the cut of the air around her as a fist came her way before managing to dodge it and allowing it to the head the solid wall. Her hand moved pulling the home made weapon from her side as she stabbed it up into the side of the guard. She could her the curse that passed his lips as she started to pull it up. "Fuck you..." She whispered softly as she pulled the blade away. The feeling of his own blood on her hand only told her what she had done yet it hadn't seemed to sink in as she pushed the guard away from her. The other guard came at her in a fit of rage before she stabbed the blade into his hand. She could hear his yell out as he hit her. Her body gave way to the hit and he hand her blade. Yet she managed to grab his gun in the small conflict that occurred. By the time he recovered she had it aimed at him and pulled the hammer back. "Get me the fucken keys." Her tone was clear, serious, and cold. Her eyes were empty and only the lingering traces of hatred could be seen. She could see the guard smirk as he tossed the blade at his bleeding companion. She could see the taunt in his eyes as he edged towards her.
"And you know how to shoot a gun." The guard laughed lowly as he moved to her to get the gun back. His hand bleed from the deep gash that she had given him. He had to struggle to pull the homemade weapon from his hand. Yet he never let his emotional barrier fall again as he inched her way.
She never waited for him as the shot echoed in her room. Silence fell upon everything in her sector of the prison. What had happened had yet to show anything as she stripped the smallest of the uniform. She changed out slowly. Brushing back her greasy hair to give the look of a young man as she placed the gun back in the hault it originally rested in. "Yeah I know how to shot you stupid fuck." She let out gently as she looked to the now dead body that lay on the ground. The leaking of his life and the wound that lay in the mind of his head told only one part of the story as terror still lingered in his eyes.
She moved slowly pulling the keys out as she locked the prison door behind her. She ran down the hallways. Hearing the moans of pain that echoed around her. It seemed that she wasn't the only one receiving the severe beatings that these guards brought down upon them. She ignored them. She couldn't save them all. Not right now anyway as she ran down the hallway quickly. Her blue eyes catching the sight of a guard as he looked to her.
"What happened?" He asked. His eyes looking down to the main cell door that lay locked and closed.
"One guard is dead and the prisoner is as well for provoking a murder." She let out almost with a commanding voice. But then again, she was
