Survival Of The Fittest
By I Know Love Hurts 2010
Chapter 7: Meeting Skitchy
The next day – On the Court Yard
I was stretching getting ready to practise my sprinting. I was watching Crewe, he always makes me happy. I don't know why but he makes me smile. I got into position.
"Ready Swatowski!" I said and then threw the ball to me. It was a little high so I jumped for it and pulled it close to my chest. Then I ran. I started at the end zone and I needed to get to the other end zone while dodging the oncoming tackles. Overall there were 4 guys going to tackle me. 2 single tacklers and 1 double. I was coming up to the first. He charged and jumped for me. I skidded underneath him, did a forward roll then got to my feet and ran. The next tackle was coming up, I skidded to a stop and did a back flip. They smashed into each other and I jumped over them as they hit the floor. The last guy just went for me. I skidded to a stop and spun past him before I ran towards the opposite end zone.
"Yeah. Nice boot, skin man." He said to our new kicker.
"Hey Crewe, why does he get to be the kicker? I was All-State, man." The midget, Brucie said. When I got to the other end zone, I threw the ball back to Swatowski.
"Let's see what you got." Crewe said as I punched the sky with my fists. I'm getting faster. Suddenly a football smacked me right in my stomach, knocking the wind out of me and I fell to the ground.
"Holy shit! That's why, you dumb-ass. Just go do some laps." He said running over to me he took off my helmet and held out his hand. I grabbed it and he pulled me up to a sitting position.
"Scar? You okay?" Crewe asked rubbing my back. I sat up straight and took in deep breaths.
"I'm fine." I said, holding my stomach. "Shit that hurt." I said, pulling my baseball cap out from the back of my shorts and put it on.
"That's good. Come on." He said, I nodded and he helped me to my feet. "I heard you boys needed to see me?" He asked, walking over to Nate and another old guy.
"Yeah. I want you to meet Skitchy." Nate said. I smiled.
"Hey Skitchy, Scarlet." I said holding my hand out.
"Hey Dog. Only lady in this place. Nice to meet you." He said shaking my hand. "Anyway, you guys check that building over there?" He said pointing behind him. We nodded. "They keep all the records in the basement." He said. I smiled and pushed my cap up.
"He's been here so long, he knows where everything is." Nate said, I nodded.
"That ain't necessarily a good thing, is it?" Crewe asked.
"I had a parole date in '86. But I got in a tussle with a guard and..." I nodded and patted his shoulder.
"One punch and it went away." Nate said, I shook my head.
"Twenty extra years for one punch?" Crewe asked.
"Yeah, that seems pretty unfair just for punching a guard?" I said. He nodded
"Well," Caretaker said. I turned to face him. "Unfortunately for him, the guard he punched just happens to be the warden now." I shook my head. Crewe smiled.
"Oh, shit. Warden Hazen?" Crewe asked with a smile.
"'Oh, shit' is right." I smiled. Suddenly a fight broke out behind us. I turned around and two of the guards on duty ran past me.
"Fight in the yard. Send backup." One of them said into the walkie talkie.
"Right on time." Skitchy said.
"That was planned?" I asked.
"Hey, we need a distraction if we're gonna get in there, babe." Caretaker said back handing my shoulder gently.
"I got you dog." I said, pull my cap down.
"Let's do it." Nate said, I nodded.
"Let's do it." Crewe said.
"Yeah, I'm down with the groove." I said and I followed after them.