Well, Christmas is over which means depression, and I just feel in the mood
for the next chapter. Hey, if you think this is dumb, then don't read. I
don't have time to read bad reviews. But lately I've been hearing from
nice people, which I like. So thanks to you.
BTW I haven't done a disclaimer thing for a while. So:
I don't own pokemon.
Now, on with the story. (_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)
C H A P T E R N I N E : CAT FIGHT
Ash had shaken his head and left misty sitting in her chair smiling. Everything seemed to be sliding into place for her. Ash was not mad at her for trying to kill him,- go figure- and now, she had a chance to escape.
The next day at lunch, Amy had told her the details of her plan, which was extremely simple. Burrow out. She explained to misty that her cell wasn't as close as Amy's to the wall, so Amy was going to have to tunnel right under misty's in order to escape. Misty was glad to help, and hoped that amy, once escaped, would not continue her former life of serial murder. The weeks passed by- a tunnel took a while- before Misty was sitting on her bed, smoking, when she saw the floor right under her break and a black head slowly moved up. Misty immediately looked out the cell to make sure John couldn't see, and then helped Amy out onto the cold floor.
"Nice place you got here," she said. It was then that Misty remembered Steph, and also that she had a visitor momentarily, hence her absence in the cell. When she returned, however, John would have to let her in, and their entire plan would be spoiled. Misty quickly but quietly explained to Amy the situation and ushered her back into the hole, until Steph came back. She and Steph weren't friends anymore, and Misty was a little unprepared with what to say when John was pulling out his key ring and opening the door to let her inmate in. Steph seemed to be upset, and in fact was crying. She guessed it was because her husband was the one who had come to see her. Steph lay down and faced the wall, still honoring her silent barrier against misty.
"Steph," she said. She didn't turn, and continued her pathetic sniffing. "I need to tell you" she lowered her voice. Steph seemed to be listening. She had stopped shaking. "I'm going to escape." She rolled over. "Amy." Misty knelt and helped the scrawny woman out of the hole. Amy waved to steph. She sat up and looked to be waiting for misty to continue.
Misty explained the plan in very few sentences, keeping her voice down so as not to get John's attention. Steph listened carefully. It was easy to see that she was not quite ready to agree. Amy stood perfectly still, like a statue. She had explained to misty that it was a good way to concentrate or relieve boredom.
Steph's eyes went to and from both of them. Misty could see that she was beginning to warm up to the plan. She finally spoke.
"My my my. Misty and Amy are going to escape." "And you," Amy added, "if you help us." Misty nodded. Steph looked at each of them once more, and smiled. Misty smiled back, but Amy did not. It was said among some of the others that she had foresight.
"JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHN!!!!!" Steph's scream could have been heard easily throughout the entire compound. The smile on Misty's face vanished, and she was suddenly alert and on her toes. Steph screamed again. Amy jumped at her and grabbed her hand, pulling her off the bed. Misty had lost her sense of violence over the years, and was moving around the two like some kind of bird, circling its prey. There was no need to hear John's feet tapping the tiled floor as he rushed to see what was going on. Amy had Steph, who was still screaming, in a choke hold, and looked up at Misty. It was then, in her eyes, that Misty saw the criminal inside of the dark woman. She could see the anger, all of which she had saved up for this very day. It was now or never. All of Misty's training kicked in as John's blue uniform caught the corner of her eye. She whirled quickly and thrust her arm through the cell bars, grabbing john's hand. She yanked hard and heard a snap. Her leg had healed a while ago, and she was now as strong as ever. John's feet crumpled from the pain of having his arm literally ripped out of its socket. He screamed, but Misty still did not let go. She couldn't let go, not when she was this deep in.
The other inmates had all come to the front of their cell to observe the scene that was unfolding, but all they saw was John, slumped up against the cell, screaming. Steph had stopped, and was concentrating all of her energy into breaking free from amy's grasp. Her fingernails dug deep into the flesh of her arms and her legs kicked madly. John's shaking hand slowly moved to his side, reaching for his walkie talkie. "No!" Misty jerked his arm and his back arched into a large letter 'c' from the pain. Steph's hands loosened their grip on amy's arms, and they soon fell to her sides from lack of oxygen, revealing dark red crescents engraved into her flesh. It all was like a migrane to misty- everything was happening as slowly as possible, but also faster than she could comprehend. John stopped screaming as well, and there was only the sound of the inmates, cheering them on. That sound grew more and more faint as her head continued to spin. John opened his eyes and looked up at Misty. He had bitten a hole in his lip the size of a nail. He was trembling.
Amy seemed to be delighted to strangle Steph into unconsciousness. But her fun was over. Misty moved her left hand to the keyring on john's belt, but she could not reach it. His labored breathing floated up to her ears and it reminded her of a washing machine. Blood trickled down his chin and stained the uniform. Misty looked back at her roommate. "Amy." She whispered "Amy the keys." The devil woman who was strangling Stephanie Cardew loosened her grip and nodded. It was then that Steph's eyes opened, and they were full of hate and misery. She was determined not to let them escape. Her fingers flew up above her head straight to Amy's eyes. They clawed and scratched her face, tearing her flesh. Amy let go of her neck and Steph leaped at Misty. She grabbed her head and proceeded to try and break it off.
Misty never actually saw what happened. She felt Steph's hands fall away and heard the sound of her body thud against the floor. She saw Amy's black hair in the corner of her eye as it flew behind her. There was the low, short squishing noise of amy's foot falling down hard on steph's stomach and then she heard a single spitting sound- the sound of blood mixed with saliva escaping her mouth. Then a thick scraping, like a brick being picked up from the floor. She heard it move through the air like an arrow and then a squishy thud and a muffled squeal. There were five more thuds- misty counted them- five more beatings of the brick against steph's skull. Amy's blood covered mouth spoke between each fall of her arm.
"Never." *thud* "touch." *thud* "my." *thud* "face." *thud*
The final squish was the longest. After that was a silence like no other. It was like a gory war movie. It, in fact, was very much like a war movie. Misty could almost hear gunshots flying past her ear and bouncing off of the floor. She felt like she was being sucked into a whirlpool, suffocated in the current.
She then saw Amy kneel beside her, and her hand grabbed the keyring from John's belt. She saw the black-haired woman put it in the lock and swing the door outward. She let go of John, who was now unconscious. Amy held out her hand, and misty took it. She never looked back.
BTW I haven't done a disclaimer thing for a while. So:
I don't own pokemon.
Now, on with the story. (_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)
C H A P T E R N I N E : CAT FIGHT
Ash had shaken his head and left misty sitting in her chair smiling. Everything seemed to be sliding into place for her. Ash was not mad at her for trying to kill him,- go figure- and now, she had a chance to escape.
The next day at lunch, Amy had told her the details of her plan, which was extremely simple. Burrow out. She explained to misty that her cell wasn't as close as Amy's to the wall, so Amy was going to have to tunnel right under misty's in order to escape. Misty was glad to help, and hoped that amy, once escaped, would not continue her former life of serial murder. The weeks passed by- a tunnel took a while- before Misty was sitting on her bed, smoking, when she saw the floor right under her break and a black head slowly moved up. Misty immediately looked out the cell to make sure John couldn't see, and then helped Amy out onto the cold floor.
"Nice place you got here," she said. It was then that Misty remembered Steph, and also that she had a visitor momentarily, hence her absence in the cell. When she returned, however, John would have to let her in, and their entire plan would be spoiled. Misty quickly but quietly explained to Amy the situation and ushered her back into the hole, until Steph came back. She and Steph weren't friends anymore, and Misty was a little unprepared with what to say when John was pulling out his key ring and opening the door to let her inmate in. Steph seemed to be upset, and in fact was crying. She guessed it was because her husband was the one who had come to see her. Steph lay down and faced the wall, still honoring her silent barrier against misty.
"Steph," she said. She didn't turn, and continued her pathetic sniffing. "I need to tell you" she lowered her voice. Steph seemed to be listening. She had stopped shaking. "I'm going to escape." She rolled over. "Amy." Misty knelt and helped the scrawny woman out of the hole. Amy waved to steph. She sat up and looked to be waiting for misty to continue.
Misty explained the plan in very few sentences, keeping her voice down so as not to get John's attention. Steph listened carefully. It was easy to see that she was not quite ready to agree. Amy stood perfectly still, like a statue. She had explained to misty that it was a good way to concentrate or relieve boredom.
Steph's eyes went to and from both of them. Misty could see that she was beginning to warm up to the plan. She finally spoke.
"My my my. Misty and Amy are going to escape." "And you," Amy added, "if you help us." Misty nodded. Steph looked at each of them once more, and smiled. Misty smiled back, but Amy did not. It was said among some of the others that she had foresight.
"JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHN!!!!!" Steph's scream could have been heard easily throughout the entire compound. The smile on Misty's face vanished, and she was suddenly alert and on her toes. Steph screamed again. Amy jumped at her and grabbed her hand, pulling her off the bed. Misty had lost her sense of violence over the years, and was moving around the two like some kind of bird, circling its prey. There was no need to hear John's feet tapping the tiled floor as he rushed to see what was going on. Amy had Steph, who was still screaming, in a choke hold, and looked up at Misty. It was then, in her eyes, that Misty saw the criminal inside of the dark woman. She could see the anger, all of which she had saved up for this very day. It was now or never. All of Misty's training kicked in as John's blue uniform caught the corner of her eye. She whirled quickly and thrust her arm through the cell bars, grabbing john's hand. She yanked hard and heard a snap. Her leg had healed a while ago, and she was now as strong as ever. John's feet crumpled from the pain of having his arm literally ripped out of its socket. He screamed, but Misty still did not let go. She couldn't let go, not when she was this deep in.
The other inmates had all come to the front of their cell to observe the scene that was unfolding, but all they saw was John, slumped up against the cell, screaming. Steph had stopped, and was concentrating all of her energy into breaking free from amy's grasp. Her fingernails dug deep into the flesh of her arms and her legs kicked madly. John's shaking hand slowly moved to his side, reaching for his walkie talkie. "No!" Misty jerked his arm and his back arched into a large letter 'c' from the pain. Steph's hands loosened their grip on amy's arms, and they soon fell to her sides from lack of oxygen, revealing dark red crescents engraved into her flesh. It all was like a migrane to misty- everything was happening as slowly as possible, but also faster than she could comprehend. John stopped screaming as well, and there was only the sound of the inmates, cheering them on. That sound grew more and more faint as her head continued to spin. John opened his eyes and looked up at Misty. He had bitten a hole in his lip the size of a nail. He was trembling.
Amy seemed to be delighted to strangle Steph into unconsciousness. But her fun was over. Misty moved her left hand to the keyring on john's belt, but she could not reach it. His labored breathing floated up to her ears and it reminded her of a washing machine. Blood trickled down his chin and stained the uniform. Misty looked back at her roommate. "Amy." She whispered "Amy the keys." The devil woman who was strangling Stephanie Cardew loosened her grip and nodded. It was then that Steph's eyes opened, and they were full of hate and misery. She was determined not to let them escape. Her fingers flew up above her head straight to Amy's eyes. They clawed and scratched her face, tearing her flesh. Amy let go of her neck and Steph leaped at Misty. She grabbed her head and proceeded to try and break it off.
Misty never actually saw what happened. She felt Steph's hands fall away and heard the sound of her body thud against the floor. She saw Amy's black hair in the corner of her eye as it flew behind her. There was the low, short squishing noise of amy's foot falling down hard on steph's stomach and then she heard a single spitting sound- the sound of blood mixed with saliva escaping her mouth. Then a thick scraping, like a brick being picked up from the floor. She heard it move through the air like an arrow and then a squishy thud and a muffled squeal. There were five more thuds- misty counted them- five more beatings of the brick against steph's skull. Amy's blood covered mouth spoke between each fall of her arm.
"Never." *thud* "touch." *thud* "my." *thud* "face." *thud*
The final squish was the longest. After that was a silence like no other. It was like a gory war movie. It, in fact, was very much like a war movie. Misty could almost hear gunshots flying past her ear and bouncing off of the floor. She felt like she was being sucked into a whirlpool, suffocated in the current.
She then saw Amy kneel beside her, and her hand grabbed the keyring from John's belt. She saw the black-haired woman put it in the lock and swing the door outward. She let go of John, who was now unconscious. Amy held out her hand, and misty took it. She never looked back.