Stolen Youth
Hey people! One chapter left! So…This is the great escape from the hellhole. Be prepared, there's blood. I hope you all will enjoy this chapter.
Everything was still, even the hunched over form on the bed. Little did they know, she was crying as she slipped the rolled up diary into a hole. Salt water fell from slightly red eyes as she covered all evidence.
She was letting herself have one last cry before escape, before she would ever return. Unless it was of pure free will, she was never going to see that room or the white halls or those horrible guards.
"Goodbye," Kali quickly dipped her head down to kiss the now invisible hole before wiping away her tears. The bars opened with a creaking sound. She wondered how she never noticed the noise as she she slipped from the bed.
A lanky woman grabbed Kali's wrists tightly before pushing her towards the outside. No struggle and she would only move in one direction until given the command not too. She was the perfect client. Until around men.
They were smart this time around, though. All of them stayed far away as she was transported to the large field.
And once outside, she grinned. Not that anyone saw, her head was bent forward and red hair was used as a curtain.
Discreetly, she looked over towards the group of five. All were tense and watching her, waiting for her to make the signal. And she nodded. In that one second, all hell broke loose.
She yanked violently with her hands at the same time her bare foot dug into the guard's stomach. With a gasp, she was let go. Kali grabbed the gun that had fallen to the ground and ran like hell.
On the male division, Tala's group all pulled out a weapon of some type. Kai and Ian were backing up toward freedom as they shot at all the blue-wearing men. Spencer broke some heads and took even more guns, tossing them at his comrades. Bryan and Tala were breaking the fence with quick and easy kicks, punches, and body slams.
It wasn't long until a decent sized hole was there and they ran through. The others dropped their jobs and also ran for freedom.
As Kali ran for freedom, she shot a guard that was about to shoot at Ian. Without the time, resources, or strength to break down the fence, she decided to climb it. Yes, her back was facing the onslaught of bullets, but she was safe. Grey eyes could see her friends shooting at anyone who got too close.
The black gun was clenched between teeth as the metal dug into her skin. Her hands and feet used to be strongly calloused, but the lack of use softened them up. There were small barbs that she hadn't seen till now, and they stuck her in all her weakest points. The bleak fence was now wearing war paint in an interesting shade of red. It wasn't blood red, but more of a rose red. You know, that pretty red rose you get from a lover? That color. Not blood, rose petals painted that fence.
A large crashing sound attacked her ears, but she didn't have the power to look down. Instead of caring, she quickly scrambled the rest of the way up before jumping all the way down to the ground. All eight feet. It was there she turned around and began to shoot.
You see the closest four? Yes Kali, shoot them. Go!
The inhuman sound of a gun and the very human sound of screams filled her ears, and a smile appeared. She fell in love, major love. Her hand had felt empty for so long, it rejoiced when the sleek, warm metal caressed her injured hand. Knowing that only one bullet was left, Kali wanted to make it worthwhile.
And there was her chance. Right above on the fence. A woman with a gun…a fully loaded gun.
Kali aimed and fired at the woman's right wrist, causing both her and the gun to fall to the ground. Feet ran for the gun and a hand snatched it up. The cold metal made her even more giddy, if possible. The idea of making the weapon hot with firepower turned her on in the most animalistic of ways.
Then, all that power was taken away. What she didn't count on was that there would be police sneaking up behind her. She was slammed into the ground and cuffs slapped on violently. The tight metal bruised and bit her skin.
The cold cement under her caused her strife. It scraped her chin, leaving a pool of blood and it was the reason of a possible fracture in her right arm. One thing the police didn't know? That pain gave her an adrenaline rush. Mix that with anger and you a got stubborn bull ready to destroy at a drop of a hat.
Do you know what they didn't count on? Her kicking at everything that moved once they pulled her off the ground. Each kick struck something, until they placed a bag over her head and swept her off her feet and stuffed her whole body into a potato sack.
Her body twisted itself into a unusual shape. Head at the bottom, hands behind back, pelvis at the very top, legs bent behind back, and feet in front of her face. In this position, she studied her feet. Dirt and mud was caked on, not to mention Kali had to breathe through her mouth just to ignore the rancid stench. She was now quite sure she had stepped in something, and it wasn't pretty.
Interestingly enough, she wasn't ready to give up yet. Most would have given up and let whatever happened happen, but even in her most vulnerable moment, she was still one step ahead.
With bound hands, she shifted them inside her pants, moving them around until she found what she was looking for. A pen. After that, it was a full challenge to splay her legs wide enough to force her hands and the pen to the rough material of the sack.
Pain clouded her senses as her right arm screamed in pain. In normal circumstances, she wouldn't be in so much pain. But now, with a fractured arm, handcuffs, and almost no space to move, she was straining herself. And what was almost worse? She would have to force her arms even farther backwards just to make a hole.
And that's exactly what she did. Almost whimpering in pain, she made herself dig the pen into the bag. Only a small hole could be seen, but she'd always take what she could get.
Pain, apparently, was her best friend today. A major migraine was making her head its new home. Stars covered her sight, forcing her to shift about. Wiggle here, struggle there and…Bingo! She was now positioned so her knee was just over the hole. The change wasn't that much, but enough to relieve some pain.
The way the person was carrying her started to change. Not to mention the steps sounded different. Her conclusion? They were changing terrain. Her solution? To press all her weight onto that small hole. But when you add the durability of the bag and the fact she only weighed 140 pounds the last time someone checked, the hole barley grew.
So she shifted even more, and a tad violently. What she got for that? A swift hit at her stomach, making her gasp strangely. And yet she still moved. Again and again she was beat for move too much, yet she didn't stop. She had been brought up to take pain, and it wasn't only Boris' 'fault'.
She didn't give up until her face was in front of the slightly bigger hole. Her position was also different, more comfortable. Technically, her knees were at the very bottom, hands still behind back, and feet by hands. With the lack of pain at her head, she began to gnaw at the bag.
All of her teeth were pointed, considering she wasn't brought up on baby food like other children. Once weaned, her parents made her eat regular food. In order to do so, her teeth had sharpened. Yes, she still had her molars for grinding, but Kali had grown up on meat.
A musky taste filled her mouth at she ripped at the bag. The process was going really slow, considering that she didn't want to be found out. But still, she had a time limit. She had to get out of the bag before her guards made it inside. If they did, most likely she would never see the light of day again, thanks to top security jail.
And finally she had a hole the size of her fist. Her fist was small, but so was the rest of her body. Now she could hear the voices of her captors clearly, and what she was hearing wasn't making her happy.
They were all commenting on how it was so easy to capture her. Her? Easy? Ha! She'd spit in their faces if she could. And one day, she would.
But those crude words angered her. Now, she didn't care if she was caught, if they noticed the hole. All she wanted was to spite them in the worst possible way, escape. And she was going to have that revenge.
Done with eating the sack, Kali decided to move around even more. She shifted until her feet were near the near the hole. But now the metal of the cuffs were digging in her wrists since she was leaning on them, bruising even more, if possible.
She held completely still for a moment before kicking and pushing with all the strength she had. The hole grew fast, but her movements had startled the guards. That meant her bag was dropped to the ground and her wrists bloodied from impact. But she didn't stop attacking the hole until her foot felt the cool breeze of fresh air. Then she wiggled her body until the rest of her leg was showing.
The rest was a tight squeeze, but she had managed to get out up to her waist before they started to react by kicking. Kali cursed quietly as she continued to wiggle out. She was confident that she'd be covered in bruises by morning. Yet, luck was on her side. Apparently she was good at getting out sacks with her hands tied behind her back since she was able to shake the bag off her head in record time.
And while the masses were stunned, Kali got up from her kneeling position on the ground and sprinted once more for the gate. She considered herself lucky, since she was close to being brought inside.
Depression tried to claw its way into her head when she realized that there was no way for her to climb over the fence once again. That and the blood was starting to get on her nerves. It kept driving her crazy to feel the substance on her wrists, making the cuffs slip and slide continuously. But that feeling went away when she saw what caused the large crashing sound.
In the fence dividing the male and female division, there was a large, Spencer-sized hole. Smiling, she shifted toward the fence. But she didn't dare let her guard down. She knew that they would try their best to get her, but their best wasn't enough. No, she wasn't saying they were dumb or she was smarter. All she was saying was that she had more experience then they.
She was correct, she could hear them getting out of their daze and shuffling about. What she didn't suspect was that they would shoot at her. Yes, it was logical, considering that she had slipped out of their grasp twice so far. But they were shooting, and she was running. She was able to keep composure enough to keep running even when the bullets got close, but no amount of self control could keep her from crying out when one skimmed across both arms.
Grey eyes teared up with pain and her voice cried out, hoarse with pain. It wouldn't be so bad if she could sit and rest, but with her running and blood pumping through her veins, she wouldn't be surprised if she bleed herself dry. Yet, she did not stop, not even pausing when her shirt got torn on the fence.
Finally, freedom was hers. Outside of both fences, air had never tasted any sweeter. But she could relax yet, she still had to find a place to hide a rest. Kali couldn't go to the decided meeting place that she and Tala had chosen, her blood we lead everyone there. So she racked her head for places she could go. And then it hit her. If she could just figure out where Brie was that day, she would be home free.
Let me think…Today is Wednesday and Brie would be…hustling! Yeah, hustling is what she does on week days! Now all I have to do is find the bar.
While she was thinking, she didn't dare stop running. Her white clothes were colored red and the iron liquid was traveling down her body. She traveled down different alleyways, knowing that she was leaving a trail of blood behind. She could stop and rest and be caught or she could keep going and most likely bleed to death. It was no surprise to herself when she decided to to keep running to escape. She'd sooner commit suicide before being caught and brought back to that hellhole.
And then she saw a back door of a bar, a favorite of Brie's. The Silver Spider was definitely the family favorite when it came to hustling and gambling. Kali stumbled over and kicked the back door down, holding her breath against the horrid stench trying to make its home in her nose.
The bartender began to yell at her until he recognized her face. She had collapsed onto the floor, panting. Brie had rushed over so fast, it almost scared Kali when she was shaken awake. In one hand there was a pool stick and in her pocket, loads of cash.
"Don't die, we'll get help. Fred! Water down some catsup and create a fake trail so police don't come in." Brie commanded as she began ripping up her own shirt to use as bandages. The bartender nodded and left the room and headed for the kitchen.
Kali's eyes were glazed over and she just looked up at the cracked ceiling. Her breathing was labored and she had no will to even move. The pain was dulling itself and blackness was at the edge of her eyes, slowly creeping its way in. A single tear made its way down her face, cleaning off the dirt. She let herself give in to the dark, for she knew Brie would take care of her.
When she passed out, Brie hissed in anger. The silver haired girl quickly stood up and ran over to the bar counter and grabbed a bunch of rags. She wrapped the pieces of cloth around Kali's many injuries before standing up and pulling out her beyblade.
She aimed and then launched at the short chain of the handcuffs. "Eadra! Metal Talon!" The silver metal of the chain was sliced clean in half, letting Kali's hands fall apart.
"If she dares to die on me, I swear I'll give her hell when I find her." Brie stamped her foot before looking around for more rags. She had a feeling that Kali had lost a lot of blood, so keeping what she had in her body was very important.