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Caged Up - Sweet Vengeance

I don't kid myself. I don't lie and say I'm just being paranoid. I know it's coming. I know they're coming. If I were a gaggle of disgusting, cowardly rapists, I'd come after me tonight. I've let myself get sloppy, I've shown weakness, I've shown I'm ready to crack. First the shower, then lunch with Lynn. It wouldn't take a genius to piece together that I've become easier prey now than I was when I first came in. Lights out was just a few seconds ago, I'm sitting on my bed facing the door. They're coming, I know who they are already. They've raped Lynn. They've raped Fiona. They won't rape me.

It's quiet. There's some background noises, inmates doing whatever it is they do after lights out, but no guards, no on-duty guards anyway. There should be someone walking by to see if the inmates have gone to bed yet. There isn't any, the only guards coming tonight are the ones coming for me. Finally, I hear them. Footsteps, ten of them, ten feet, five guards. Five guards. Those five guards. I'm clawing the metal hard, in anticipation, in anger, in fear. I'll get them for what they did to those girls, to Lynn, to Fiona, I'll see to it they'll be avenged.

Footsteps get louder, shadows dancing in the dim light. They're here, I'm glare through the bars at their shrouded figures. "Took you long enough," I breath out.

They laugh, bad move, it just reminds me how they laughed while they raped Fiona. The cell door slides open one more time. Five of them, they got nightsticks, sidearms, handcuffs, maybe even tasers and mace. Me? I got my legs and a twenty pound box wrapped in sheep's wool that's keeping my hands bound and useless. I think I have the slight advantage here. "You've been waitin' for us, baby? Alright, how about we make this easy then? You can either spread your legs or open your mouth."

I stand up. "I'll spread my legs when I'm kicking your teeth in. I'll open my mouth right before I bite your nose off. The only real question here is which one of you faggots are limping out of here and which of you are going to be dragged out in body bags."

They start coming in one by one. Now would've been a good time to break through and get out but with my arms like this, I won't get very far. No, I'll kick their ass here, where there's more room to get really nasty. I go out there, the narrow walkways will probably just throw me off balance. The talkative one takes out his club and comes at me. I wait and throw up my arms, smashing his jaw with that padded box. He's reeling and his two friends try taking me at once. They lunge at me, amateurs. A quick, arching kicks gets both of them across the cheek and down to the ground. Now lippy's steady on his feet and his last two compadres are looking for some revenge. Now I get serious.

They advance, I leap at the center like a tiger for the kill. I land on the jerk I smashed earlier, legs pinched around his disgusting body. I swing down my arms and bring the restraint crashing between his eyes. He drops, I barely let go in time to land on my feet. I smile for a brief second when his eyes glaze over and there's blood coming out his mouth. I either killed him or made him even more retarded than he was before. Heh, impossible to do the latter, must be the former. My victory is short lived, the other two crack their nightsticks across my back. My body's on fire as a stumble forward, the bars of the cells rattle when I crash into them. I turn around just as one of them tries to play homerun derby with my face. I throw up my restraint fast enough to block and reward his effort with a nice kick to the balls, shoe tip first.

The other guy takes a swing but I duck it easy. Fuck me, I forgot the other two. One of them gets the drop on me and his taser grazes my side. I'm not stunned but I'm hurting, bad. The brief moment of pain was more than enough for the poor swinger to take another shot at me. He shoves the stick sideways across my neck, slamming me to the bars. No, I'm losing momentum. I try to kick him off but one of those assholes crack their stick across my leg. Losing air, can't focus. The guy I kicked in the junk must be in too much pain to fight, I only feel two of them working me over while this guy chokes me. No... can't lose... I have to fight. My limbs go limp, the strangler lets me drop and they're all stomping on me, spitting on me. I can't lose, not like this, I told myself I wouldn't. Remember what Lynn said; I'm tough shit, number one bitch! Fuck, the one time I wish she was right. "You bitch! You killed Johnny!" I can hear one of them scream at me.

I cough up a little blood and laugh. "Too bad... I wanted to hear him cry before I killed him. Cry like a little bitch."

I can hear him growl and cock his gun. "Cunt! I'll fuck you in the bullet hole I'm gonna put in your head!"

I laugh harder, it hurts, but I laugh anyway. "Oh, it's that skinny?"

If I'm going to die, I'm not going to beg for my life. Let them kill me with a defiant look on my face. They scuffle, I can't see but I think they're fighting each other. "Shit man, don't lose your cool, we can't kill an inmate!"

"Why not, we'll make it look like a suicide, like always."

"Real slick, so she just made herself a gun to shoot herself? With her hands in the fucking box? They'll track the bullet back to your gun."

"She killed Johnny!"

"And we'll make sure the whore pays for that but not like this!"

While they fight, I can hear more footsteps. Laying on the floor, I can hear them clearly, two sets of feet, two people, coming right here. I try to look up, my vision is still blurred but it sounds like they all stopped fighting. One of them, sounds like the one with the gun, sounds scared and confused. "J...Johnny?"

Another scuffle, sounds like Johnny's boyfriend got hit in the throat; he's coughing hoarsely and gasping for air. The other mystery guest slipped in and from what I could tell, they were both taking care of the last two. I start forcing myself back to my feet. It's Lynn and what looks like the fucker I just killed, except that guy's still on the floor being dead. Camille Leon. I look back at Johnny's boyfriend and he's leaning over to grab his gun. I grit my teeth, ignore the pain, and punt him in his ugly face as hard as I can. He goes flying and hits the wall, head first, I hear his neck crack on impact.

I take a quick look at Lynn and Camille. Camille's lost the element of surprise but Lynn's fast, agile, and fights like a bitch with a score to settle. I think they can manage for now, they'll have to, because Mr. No-Balls just got his second wind and he was reaching for something. My muscles feel like they're on fire, it feels cold and wet inside me, I might be bleeding internally. Can't worry about that, got to take this asshole out! I pull back my arms and get a running start. He grabs what he's reaching for, he's pulling it up, a can of mace, I dislocate his jaw in one swing before he can press the button. If he's not dead, he will be soon enough. I turn back toward the girls and they've gotten their guys on the ground, cuffing them. "Lynn, I could just kiss you for this."

She looks over at me and grins. "Watch it Shego, I might actually hold you to that."

Camille turns back, orange clothes and all, now that the hard part's over. Lynn pats down one of the guards and pulls out a set of keys. "Thank god. Get this carpet off so we can start trying keys. I want this fucking box off me for good!"

They both fumble with the latches and push the rag down to the ground. Lynn starts testing every key. I get desperate, the thought of being stuck with this thing is making me edgy. Finally, the lock tumbles free with a snap. She pulls the damn thing wide open and Camille frees my arms. "Congratulations Shego," Lynn tells me. "You're a free woman, at least once we get our asses out of here."

I hold onto my wrist and wiggle my fingers. My nails are chipped, even more so than when I last saw them in the shower. Chipped, but not broken, thank god. "Let's just take a minute to catch our breath, girls. We just took down five guards, five raping, shit eating, scum sucking guards. I killed two, probably three already. I think we should have some fun with these two. What do you say? Fry them with their tasers? Beat them with their nightsticks? Execution shots in the back of their heads?"

Lynn patted my back. "Well Shego, you already wasted three of them. How about you make it a clean sweep, give those hands of yours a proper workout?"

Heh, smartest thing I've heard her say in months. I shake off the last bit numbness from my arms and try to spark the flames. They kick in like clockwork, beautiful green and black swirling around my fingers. They're warm but they don't burn me. I turn up the heat and the girls just grin with delight. I snuff the flames with a thought and straddle one of the guards across his back. My nails are too chipped and damaged to be strong enough to scratch his skin, but superheated, his flesh will melt like butter. I cup my hands around his face, he's already crying. I tilt his head a little so he's looking at his friend. "Lynn, Camille, I want his buddy to watch this. He's next."

They're more than happy to force the little man to watch his friend's demise. Through his pathetic bawling, the corpse to be tries begging for his life. "Please... I'm sorry... don't kill me, I have a wife, I have three kids! They'll have nothing if you kill me!"

"You're asking pity from me? You're asking mercy from me? You sniveling little cocksucker! You know what your wife's going to do when your dead? She's going to be fucking that stud she's be cheating on you with in your bed during your funeral. Your kids? They never loved you, you were just a cash cow to them but they'll love their new daddy. You're a drain on society, taxes are wasted on keeping you and your ugly kids fat. What I do, it's more than revenge, it's more than justice, it's a civil service." I crank up the heat and my nails are already slicing through his face like knives through gelatine. He screams, his buddy freaks out, Lynn and Camille watch, grinning like it's a porno, and I can hear the cheers whooping from the other cells. "It's good to be back."