WHAT LAST FOREVER by Pure Black
Chapter 23- The death match
Beta: dark catalyst
Jamez stared at his new found enemy across the room. He could see this Jake guy struggling against the grip his guards had on him. The guard began the ritual and Jamez looked away. He didn't need to see, he could hear. He looked up to the second floor and met Marcus's eyes. Marcus gave him a little smile before he began to shout with all his might and hit the glass. Jamez then knew that the guard had put the rope on the floor. He had the distinct feeling that Marcus thought the rope would be the best tool to win with against Jake. If the rope would be chosen, he hoped that Marcus knew what he was talking about. There was a lot of cheering and he wondered what had happened with the rope in Jake's earlier fights to bring such a reaction from the inmates.
He saw Marcus wrinkle his nose at the next item. Jamez got curious and turned around. All he saw was a plastic bag. He too wrinkled his nose. He couldn't even imagine the struggle that would take place if they chose that tool for this particular fight. However, the inmates didn't seem too excited about that toll either so the room was quite quiet for a moment. Jamez reversed his gaze again and looked up at Malfoy who began to lick the glass with his tongue while looking at him teasingly. Jamez shook his head; trust Marcus to do such a thing during a very serious occasion.
After a few more nervous minutes the "ritual guard" came and stuck a gun in his hands. Jamez stared at it in shock. 'Did he just give me a fucking gun!' He thought. Sure, he had heard the prisoners yell excitedly about something after the rope…but he never would have guessed. How could the guards allow this? They didn't know who they'd shoot. He might as well shoot the guards instead of the Jack bloke. He shook his head and risked a quick glance up at Malfoy. Malfoy however wore a blank face that gave away nothing.
"Ready!" the guard shouted. All the hacks cleared off and only Jake and Jamez were left. He barely had time to react before a bullet went past him, just inches away from his head. Without thinking he threw himself over the sofa and hid behind it. The inmates began to cheer them on and it was a terrible noise. Especially outside the pods. He looked up at Malfoy who immediately pointed out where Jack was. Jamez stole a glance over the edge and was almost shot in the head again. Apparently Jack was familiar with a gun. He seemed like a good marksman. Jamez had no idea of how many bullets there were in the gun but he imagined there was something around eight. He knew that Jack was nearing him from the left, and he also knew that he had to get away from behind the sofa. He looked around quickly and saw a pole a few meters away. He got up on all fours and counted to three before he made a mad dash over to it. The sound of a gun going off echoed even over the noise and he fell forward behind the pole. He got up quickly and pushed himself flat against the pole. His shoulder hurt like a bitch and he knew he had been shot. He pressed his left hand against his right shoulder while holding the gun in his right hand. He looked up at Malfoy again and saw him looking back with an air of indifference. Jamez knew it was just an façade that Malfoy had put up. The Malfoys seemed to be like that. Malfoy again pointed to his right and Jamez took a deep breath before jumping around the pole and pulling the trigger. He missed but just barely. Jake screamed something to him but he couldn't hear what. It was probably some kind of threat.
Jamez looked around for his next shelter and decided to take a sprint across the room, but backwards so he could keep an eye at Jack all the time. He measured the hiding place with his eyes and concentrated hard before he began to run out from his hiding place backwards with a high speed. He was thankful he had had a lot of training in this since he was little when he tried to get away from Dudley and his gang or he would probably have tripped over his own feat. A lot of people did that when they tried to run backwards - that, or they run very slowly. Jamez however had a very good mobility which was natural so he could do most things without any particular practice.
Jack seemed a bit surprised before he took aim. Jamez jumped down on the floor and let his own bullet leave his gun. This time he managed to hit Jack. But it was only in the leg. 'Still,' he thought. 'That ought to make him less mobile.'
Jack shouted out in agony and seemed to get extremely pissed off. Jamez scrambled up on his feet again and ran over to a table and pushed it down on the side so he had some shelter there too. He briefly wondered why he was the rabbit running around from hole to hole while Jack was the hunter. It must look very undignified in the others eyes. Hell, it even did in his own. He decided to drop these thoughts and think out some kind of plan. The first one that came in mind was to wait out Jack. Sometime soon he'd run out of bullets if he continued like this and then Jamez could be there to strike, however, at the same time he knew that Jack wasn't stupid and probably had this in mind too. That left him to think out something else.
He swallowed and stood up from behind the table, facing Jack. He wasn't scared and he no longer fancied being the rabbit, he wanted to be the hunter.
"Jack!" he shouted.
"Oh, so you come out now?" the man taunted.
"Yeah, and I've come just for you," he smirked right back. He wasn't entirely sure about what exactly it was that he wanted to accomplish right now, but he knew he needed to stall for some time to think something out. Jack however, wasn't functioning as the death eaters, so didn't let himself get distracted.
Jack put up his gun and Jamez dove down on the ground. Jack's bullet hit one of the pods on the first floor and the glass broke even if it wasn't supposed to. This caused an uproar and the guards had to stop the inmates in the broken pod from escaping. Jamez threw a glance over his shoulder and looked at the chaos before he turned back to Jack. He put up his own gun and fired off. Yet again Jack managed to get out of the way. Jamez cursed loudly and made a quick decision. He might regret it later but it was worth a try. He jumped away from behind and ran over to a stunned Jack. He brought his leg up and kicked Jack's gun away from his hand while he fired of his gun at the same time. Jack had no change of getting away and was hit. Jamez looked at him coldly as Jack's life began to fade away. The other inmates were silent in amazement. They had thought Jack would win. He always had before. They now saw Jamez in a whole new light and he earned some kind of respect among the inmates. The guards looked stunned as well. When Jack was finally dead Jamez walked slowly over to the middle of the room and picked up the t-shirt and put it on. The inmates woke up and began to cheer on. The guards went over to fetch him. He flinched when they touched his shoulder. One of the guards looked it over and said something to the others. He was led away but they didn't take them to his pod. He didn't really care where they took him because the pain was just now beginning to catch up to him. He hadn't felt much of the pain earlier because he had lived on his adrenaline and his will to survive.
He was led out of the X899 section and through a whole new corridor he hadn't seen before. With a few more twist and turns they pushed him into a clinic looking room. He felt his hairs stand up on his back when he looked around. He thought of a documentary he'd seen on the discovery channel over at the Dursleys one time. The one about the Second World War and what the Nazi doctors did to children. All their experiments. He looked around now in the room and saw many similarities. Disgusting looking body parts in jars on shelves and the metallic instruments everywhere. What horrified him most was all the pictures on the walls. It was of inmates and they were in surgery and they showed great scars or dead body parts. It was simply disgusting. He took a deep breath and was about to run out when the door opened behind him and then slammed. Two doctors had just entered the room. One of them looked the door and he then knew there was no way out.