'You know that I have fallen further before,'
I never thought the world could turn itself aroundlike that!
Everything seemed to flip as I began to push myself up, but to hell with it, I said I was gonna sit up and I'm gonna do it.
I don't get 'up' exactly, more like half up before one of these cage invaders comes to my rescue and I feel hands on my shoulders. Boy, they're strong and hurting me.
"BA gently." I hear someone say. Ah, Hannibal. Leader of course.
"Murdock, you need to lie down, gather your strength." Hannibal says. I realise he's there in front of me as I sit in my half up, half down state.
I decide he needs to know my opinions on the matter. "Up." is all I manage.
God, didn't think speaking was that hard.
"Help him sit up slowly." He tells the others.
Oh, wow, I get to actually see them properly. It's hard to see what people really look like from the ground. Best way to celebrate this great accomplishment? Why, throw up everywhere, of course. Not thatthere's a lot there, but whatever I've got comes out and sits mostly on my legs now. A lot of dry heaves are following, which I hate more then anything.
The guy who helped me up, BA, he's still holding me. A lot gentler now.
He's sorta comforting me, shushing me as I try to bring up things that aren't there and I feel ... I don't know. Not better for it, but I think I do feel comforted. A little.
Once I've finished, he carefully leans me back against the bars of the cage. I'm covered in sweat and there'stears running down my face, the excersion's a little too much for me.
My breath's shakey even thoughI'm just sitting there now.
I close my eyes, and start to catch my breath and recover a little. I hear voices and my eyes decide to stay shut for now. What've they gotta say this time? Something about me... not much use anymore. Seems like Hannibal's not the only one who thinks I'm finished. What else?
Oh no, they're looking for my replacement. That makes me open my eyes.
It's the same shit they did before they brought me into the shed for the first time.
They look to the cage we're all sitting in. I hear them reel of a perfect description of Face. He'sscrewed.
My mind's going crazy. I don't want them to take him, I know what they'll do when he's in there. It might just be a softening up session this time, but after that it starts getting heavy.
As they come over to the cage, one of them glances at me, sneering something I pay no attention to to his friend. I smile as he looks at me. Then, for the first time, I let them in ona secret.
I know what they'resaying.
I look one of them in the eye and tell him his mother's a whore in Vietnamese.
I'm not sure who's more shocked, the guys in the cage with me or the guards.
I don't care. I may have looked half dead to those guys and Hannibal, but they've got a long way to go before they kill me off.