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"Wow! How did you make that?"
"I didn't, I got it smuggled in."
"By WHO??"
"A guy here is one of my close friends. I think he got fired the other day."
"No!"
"Yes. I want to die."
"We could still break out you know."
"Break out? DId you just say you know how to break out??"
"Oh my lord! Are you serious!?!"
"Just say God, it's no big deal."
"Someone's breaking out."
"NO! You have to let me!"
"Let me, or I'll kick your but north of Lightsbridge!!!!!"
"What?" asked Briar in the middle of all the hubbub. The people all gethered around glanced at each other anxiously. Yes, Roach had brought them all together, but they weren't really quite sure if they could trust him. What really had he done to earn their trust? Nothing, really. But they had to tell him. He would find out anyhow. But they sincerely didn't want to. Something about him was not quite right. Maybe it was the way sometimes he would just sit on the ground, or that sometimes strange things would leave his mouth. THings unlike any of them would ever say.
"We're going to break out." it was Drojan who finally talked. Another boy nudged him rather harshly in the side. Drojan toppled to the floor almost immediately. Drojan thought little of it, being the forgiving person that he was.
Briar's eyes shone with a curious light. No one got out of the docks on their legs. It was either leave as dead, or stay as alive. There was no other choice. But sometimes there were breakouts. It was so rare, and so few actually succeeded, that he hadn't even thought of it. But if he could... then just imagine."How?" he whispered. Everyone looked at each other.
"Well, you see we're going to..." began the person with the plans, gesturing for everyone to all close in.
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"I see some inmates climbing up the walls."
"Got it."
"Let them think we can't see."
"But what if one gets across."
"They won't."
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Burning, it hurt. Burning. Searing through their skin. They screamed as the toppled from the top of the walls. It hurt, it hurt. They could barely breathe. Their eyes rolled to the top of their heads searching for release from the searing pain scorching up their arms and down into their legs. It burned so hot and fierce they could barely breathe, liquid was out of their reach. Tears fled down their cheeks. In some you could see right through their hands, and in others they had none, their hands having been burned through by the jelly.
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"Should we get them doctors?" asked one worried soldier on the edge of the camp. The general looked at him with scorn.
"Doctors? These are criminals. They deserve to die." he growled angrily. He hated to be near such filth. But it was the only way to earn any money, Sotat was a harsh place. Many did not realize it, but he had traveled a bit during his life time, but he was unable to stay in more pleasant places.
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"Some of them survived. Wonderful. Doctor, did you have to ruin my day? That was cruel of you." growled the general. Red blush came to the doctor's face.
"I didn't mean to upset you sir. I Just thought you had a right to know."
Briar opened his eyes slowly. Every bone in his body was tired, every bit of skin and muscle was in pain. The time before came in a flash. Their plans had been carried out. He faintly remembered seeing... people falling! People screaming? They kept burn jelly atop the walls! That's why they screamed. Quickly a small gasp filled his lungs. That too pained him. He felt as though a rock had been shoved down his throat.
Using everything he had he got up. He was on the floor placed next to a whole bunch of other sheets piled on the floor. There was a stench of rotting flesh coming to his nose. Dead bodies. Most of these people were dead. Briar closed his eyes in an effort to calm hisself. He had seen dead bodies before. But not so many. Yes he had. He forced himself to remember terrible gang wars that resulted in situations worse than this. Why were they not arrested when they did things like that, yet they were arrested when they so much as stole a purse. It was wrong.
He pushed his thoughts out of his head. He scanned the area with his eyes for anyone that he recognized. "Barley!" he whispered, walking to him. The sound stirred a few of the people. Barley, recognizing his name, woke up. "Roach. Go now. I think I'm dying." Briar sanned his friend. He no longer had hands. "One thing, though, you know Fleetfoot? Don't let anyone harm her. She's been hurt. Don't let her get hurt. That's all. I think I have a few more hours." said Barley, his eyes beginning to become glazed over. Briar had no idea what he should do, what he could. It only left a blank in his mind. He closed his eyes for a moment, wondering what he should do. When he opened them, his short time friend was gone.
Briar didn't cry. There was no reason why he should. It was just another death, much like another. No difference. Or, that was what he told himself. AS tough as he liked to think he was, Briar was a mashed potatoe on the inside. Soft.
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Author's Note: What do you think? Sorry I haven't updated in forever.... again. I love reviews! Please review! :D ...... When you type them on here they kind of look evil, neh? Anyways, R/R!!
