Emancipation (Syd's POV)
Thoughts clouded my subconscious mind as I...crap, I'm sounding like a psychologist or whatever. Anyway, my head hurts like the dickens. I don't even care if people say that anymore or not. Where was I? Oh yes. I remember now. 'I win'. The two most horrible words in the English language. What could have persuaded Bonnie to do something like this? Only God knows.... Was I going to die? I couldn't. I couldn't die and leave Josh behind...JOSH! Oh my fricking God! I woke up with a jolt. "Syd! You're alive!" Sam exclaimed. "Where's Josh?" I quickly breathed. "He's in the other room, Syd."
"Is he okay?"
"We don't know."
"WHAT?!"
"After you passed out, Bonnie shocked Josh and took him into another room. We don't know if he escaped or not."
"You better be kidding."
"No."
"GOD DANGIT!"
"Syd, he's probably all right."
"I...I..." Then, Bonnie walked in. "Lipsky's alive." She muttered. "Dang straight." I retorted.
"Syd, calm down." Des said softly.
"I'M NOT DOING ANYTHING!" I roared.
"Okay..."
"Let's get this over with," Bonnie muttered. Electricity came from her hands and hit me....hard. I screamed. She looked satisfied. I wanted to give in at that exact moment; nothing was more horrible than what I was going through right now. Why couldn't I? Some little voice was in my head and wouldn't go out. 'No,' it told me. 'No. Don't give up, don't give in.' We were going to get out, no matter what it took. I got up, despite the burning pain in my side. I was able to make the seven steps to the wall from my "bed", which was really a cot.
"Okay. So we know we can't leave the cell, otherwise Bonnie would have a royal fit. Des and I will be able to use our radiation claws to dig out, while one of you distracts her. Any volunteers?" I finished. Ron raised his hand. Des spoke up. "No, Ron, I don't want you hurt."
"Des, I know what I'm doing."
"Ron.please." She grabbed his arm, pleading.
"Ron, maybe it's best if you don't go.." I reasoned.
"Syd, please."
"Ron! You're not going!"
"Syd."
"Ron, I said you're not going! Sam will."
"Why shouldn't I go?!"
"Because! It's too dangerous!"
"OH, TOO DANGEROUS FOR ME, BUT NOT FOR SAM?!?!?!" He roared.
"I DIDN'T SAY THAT!!" I snapped. "Now, back to the plan. Once Des and I break out, Sam, take these." I handed her my supply of smoke pellets. "You will use these against Bonnie while Des and I tunnel out of here. Once we're through, we'll page you. Make sure your beeper's on vibrate. Does that sound good?" I explained. Everyone nodded. "Excellent."
Free. That's what we were going to be. Free..
That night, I walked over to the window, activated my flames, and Des did the same. We managed to slice through half of one of the bars, but not all the way through before the alarms went off. I hated alarms. Bonnie walked in at that exact moment. I froze, hand still flared. I could REALLY use some help. Des stood still, scared to death..
"Lipsky." She began.
"Syd." I corrected. I could never, and will never, stand anyone call me Lipsky.
"Sydney. Right."
"Syd." I repeated, clearly annoyed.
"Whatever." She spat. "Dementor wants to see you."
"Too frickin' bad!" Ow. She slapped those stupid handcuffs on me, then dragged me away like I was some stupid rag doll or something. I AM NOT A RAG DOLL! I stand strong, a one girl revolution. I've got to get through this, no one else will for me..My train of thought was broken by a heli-pad screeching to a halt. "Get on." Bonnie commanded. "No." I said firmly.
"Excuse me?!" She spat.
"You heard me. No. Nada. Not gonna happen."
"GET ON!" She forced me onto the heli-pad and pressed a button. Electric-like flames surged through my body. Orange flames.like the ones I can supply. Odd..No time to think about this now. I stepped off the heli- pad, hands bound, totally helpless. "Well, well. If it isn't the infamous Sydney Ren Lipsky. I see you survived being in captivity." Dementor stepped out of the shadows, bringing on a feeling of dread.
"Uh, duh." I responded, a defiant look on my face. Dementor walked up to me, one hand behind his back. Then, the other hand came out. I was NOT expecting what happened next.
It was a gun.
Thoughts clouded my subconscious mind as I...crap, I'm sounding like a psychologist or whatever. Anyway, my head hurts like the dickens. I don't even care if people say that anymore or not. Where was I? Oh yes. I remember now. 'I win'. The two most horrible words in the English language. What could have persuaded Bonnie to do something like this? Only God knows.... Was I going to die? I couldn't. I couldn't die and leave Josh behind...JOSH! Oh my fricking God! I woke up with a jolt. "Syd! You're alive!" Sam exclaimed. "Where's Josh?" I quickly breathed. "He's in the other room, Syd."
"Is he okay?"
"We don't know."
"WHAT?!"
"After you passed out, Bonnie shocked Josh and took him into another room. We don't know if he escaped or not."
"You better be kidding."
"No."
"GOD DANGIT!"
"Syd, he's probably all right."
"I...I..." Then, Bonnie walked in. "Lipsky's alive." She muttered. "Dang straight." I retorted.
"Syd, calm down." Des said softly.
"I'M NOT DOING ANYTHING!" I roared.
"Okay..."
"Let's get this over with," Bonnie muttered. Electricity came from her hands and hit me....hard. I screamed. She looked satisfied. I wanted to give in at that exact moment; nothing was more horrible than what I was going through right now. Why couldn't I? Some little voice was in my head and wouldn't go out. 'No,' it told me. 'No. Don't give up, don't give in.' We were going to get out, no matter what it took. I got up, despite the burning pain in my side. I was able to make the seven steps to the wall from my "bed", which was really a cot.
"Okay. So we know we can't leave the cell, otherwise Bonnie would have a royal fit. Des and I will be able to use our radiation claws to dig out, while one of you distracts her. Any volunteers?" I finished. Ron raised his hand. Des spoke up. "No, Ron, I don't want you hurt."
"Des, I know what I'm doing."
"Ron.please." She grabbed his arm, pleading.
"Ron, maybe it's best if you don't go.." I reasoned.
"Syd, please."
"Ron! You're not going!"
"Syd."
"Ron, I said you're not going! Sam will."
"Why shouldn't I go?!"
"Because! It's too dangerous!"
"OH, TOO DANGEROUS FOR ME, BUT NOT FOR SAM?!?!?!" He roared.
"I DIDN'T SAY THAT!!" I snapped. "Now, back to the plan. Once Des and I break out, Sam, take these." I handed her my supply of smoke pellets. "You will use these against Bonnie while Des and I tunnel out of here. Once we're through, we'll page you. Make sure your beeper's on vibrate. Does that sound good?" I explained. Everyone nodded. "Excellent."
Free. That's what we were going to be. Free..
That night, I walked over to the window, activated my flames, and Des did the same. We managed to slice through half of one of the bars, but not all the way through before the alarms went off. I hated alarms. Bonnie walked in at that exact moment. I froze, hand still flared. I could REALLY use some help. Des stood still, scared to death..
"Lipsky." She began.
"Syd." I corrected. I could never, and will never, stand anyone call me Lipsky.
"Sydney. Right."
"Syd." I repeated, clearly annoyed.
"Whatever." She spat. "Dementor wants to see you."
"Too frickin' bad!" Ow. She slapped those stupid handcuffs on me, then dragged me away like I was some stupid rag doll or something. I AM NOT A RAG DOLL! I stand strong, a one girl revolution. I've got to get through this, no one else will for me..My train of thought was broken by a heli-pad screeching to a halt. "Get on." Bonnie commanded. "No." I said firmly.
"Excuse me?!" She spat.
"You heard me. No. Nada. Not gonna happen."
"GET ON!" She forced me onto the heli-pad and pressed a button. Electric-like flames surged through my body. Orange flames.like the ones I can supply. Odd..No time to think about this now. I stepped off the heli- pad, hands bound, totally helpless. "Well, well. If it isn't the infamous Sydney Ren Lipsky. I see you survived being in captivity." Dementor stepped out of the shadows, bringing on a feeling of dread.
"Uh, duh." I responded, a defiant look on my face. Dementor walked up to me, one hand behind his back. Then, the other hand came out. I was NOT expecting what happened next.
It was a gun.