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In the dark prison. All the prisoners were quiet, not caring to talk. Two guards walked down the corridor dragging a new inmate. They throw him roughly into the cell, so hard in fact, that he hit the back wall with a grunt and it took him a few seconds to recover himself.
The cell he was in was the one across and to the right of Sakura. There was nothing really special about him. He was probably a little taller than her but kind of skinny, like he had just had a growth spurt. He had brown hair and eyes and looked to be about fourteen to sixteen. And wore the headband for the village hidden in stone.
He took a moment to survey his new surroundings, coming up to the bars and looking up and down the corridor. He could only make out a couple other prisoners, the rest were all out of sight or just dark shapes.
He stayed silent for a while, but as soon as he was sure the guards were out of hearing range he looked at all the prisoners he could see.
"I am getting out of here. Who's coming with me?" He said as if expecting everyone here was just waiting for him to invite them to breakout.
However; this got mixed reactions from the other inmates. It ranged from interested to ignoring him, but, no one spoke.
"Well has doesn't anyone have the guts to breakout" He spoke with a bit more anger "Or are all you guys so weak."
"Fine if you guys won't come I'll find a way out myself!"
It was the one next to him that spoke up. "First we get one that is completely silent, and now one that won't shut up."
"Look we may be enemies out there, but in here we should work together to get out." the new boy said with a little less annoyance that no one seemed to be even remotely interested." He was smart enough to know that if it was that easy to get out they wouldn't still be here.
About an hour later with the boy trying twice more with "someone has to know something about this place that can help get us out." and "you guys need some fresh air before you brains rot away completely." With little response from the other prisoners.
"You guys can't just sit here forever." The boy said.
"Actually" A middle aged girl directly to the right of Sakura and across from him begins. "The odds are that this prison will be shut down soon. As the country economizes, since this place was probably here since the last war, they will close it and return all the prisoners to their respective countries in return for any prisoners of theirs."
A man from somewhere down the corridor, probably a cell or two down from the girl but the boy couldn't tell exactly, spoke next. "Under ideal circumstances they would, but they may not want to draw attention to the fact that they have been keeping prisoners this long after the war ended. And none of us are of any real value to be traded, they might just decide to cut their loses."
It was some one from the left of the boy who spoke the next line. "And we'll be gotten rid of."
"But we don't know that" The first girl spoke up. "That kind of thinking could have been discarded with the war. We have a fair chance at being sent home."
Her voice turned soft as she turned toward Sakura's cell to her left, where Sakura still hadn't moved. "There is still a chance we can get out of here, you don't need to give up hope." Though she couldn't see her, the prisoners across from her, had told of her condition.
"Huh" The boy got up and moved to the bars of his cell. "Who are you talking to?"
Peering into the dark cell, he could only make out someone's leg laying motionless on the floor. Before this he had assumed the cell was empty. "Who's in there?" he called out to the quite cell. No reply.
"Your polar opposite." said the man next to him.
The boy's response was quick, but, not to thoughtful.
"Huh"
It was the girl to the right of Sakura who again decided to answer. Her voice lowered as she talked trying to be as sympathetic to the girl as possible.
"She was brought in here a few days ago and hasn't said anything, eaten, or even moved."
She would have went on if the boy didn't interrupt her.
"Hey you! You in the cell. What the **** are you giving up for. So what if you were beaten, is sitting there sulking going to make it any better. We are all in here now, and there is only one way to go after hitting the bottom. We can still make it out of here, come on what's down here for you, nothing that's what, what's up there though, everything, the whole world is there waiting for you."
He turned and looked around then addressed everyone who could hear, and with his volume that probably quite a lot. "My grandmother always used to say, 'you are never defeated until you give up' Come on we can get out of here. You just have to believe it" He said trying to instill as much hope as he could, to rally the other prisoners to trying to get out. It didn't have the effect he was hoping for as the one to his right just told him to shut up and the rest continued to ignore him.
A few people muttered in the back of their cells, but everything soon went quite again as everything seemed to settle and the dark place went back to the way it had before, with no way to tell it apart from anytime in the years before
Believe it, believe it, believe it. The words ran through Sakura's mind again, and again, and again, and that part of her that could never accept defeat stirred deep down in her once more. It was like she had just woke up, or more accurately her spirit had awoken. Even if she had been aware of what was happening, now she felt what was happening. She still felt like there was something missing, like she wasn't quite whole yet, but she didn't care right now.
Sakura stood, the aches in legs and body making her fight just to stand, and slowly walked towards the bars as she regained control over her legs once again. She leaned against bars and looked out at her surroundings. All she could see was people in concrete boxes with nothing separating them but bars. Bars, all that was in the way was bars. Bars weren't hard or complex, she could think of a way to get by them.
Sakura, without any other thoughts in her head, thought solely on the problem at hand. It was only a few seconds later her mind came up with the answer. She would bend them.
She could bend them, all she needed was chakra control. Taking a few breaths she placed her hands on two bars right in front of her. She closed her eyes and concentrated, she could feel the chakra moving in her arms, every little twist and turn and subtle move that it made. Flowing more of it into her arms she began to pull, she pushed more into her arms and pulled harder. She pushed more and more chakra into her arms, as much as she could, and she pulled with all her might.
In the silent dark hallway a loud creak drew the attention of every cellmate, with everyone on the opposite side of Sakura staring at her as she tried to bend the bars.
There was another loud creak. Control, control, control Sakura repeated in her head, as she pulled as hard as she could. Her breathing began to get heavy and her arms tired, still she kept going, but nothing more happened.
Sakura couldn't take it anymore and finally stopped. Turning around and leaning her back on the bars she slid down to the ground. The girl to her right hadn't been able to see what happened but could hear the heavy breathing as Sakura tried to catch her breath.
"This isn't going to be easy" Sakura said, her voice was scratchy from not talking for days and she was exhausted from expending all her energy after not moving for days. Yet Sakura knew she couldn't go back, she couldn't explain it, but the truth was she could get out of here, for the same reason that got her in. She was a fighter, and she would fight.
Sakura looked over her shoulder to the boy who had caused all the ruckus. She smiled slightly as the boy just silently stared.
"If you won't shut up in here, then we'll just have to breakout."
He smiled back, then he started to laugh. Sakura laughed too, quite, almost so that it couldn't be heard.
Two guards doing their rounds came across a corpse in one of the cells. Immediately they retrieved three more guards as per protocol to enter any occupied cell... sort of occupied cells anyways.
It was the contradicted boy's cell, and thus, his body that lay unceremoniously slumped against the wall.
One of the guards reaches for the door.
"Formation B you guys"
"What, it's..." The guard who spoke after thought better of it. Better to just play along and get this done quickly. The tall man who gave the orders was a stickler for the rules and wouldn't give way anyway.
They got into formation and enter the cell.
The closest guard was about two feet from the body when it moved. The boy shot up from his place on the ground and punched the guard in the stomach. He swung out to the side and kicked next closest guard to knock him off balance. He turned to the exit where he knew the other three would be.
Oooph
A pillar of concrete rammed into him and knocked him flying into the middle of the back wall. He fell hitting half on, half off his cot and roll entirely onto the floor.
The taller guard lowered the concrete back into place, and all the guards exited the cell and shut the door.
"I've never seen a corpse that wants to kill me quite that bad." said the guard who had given the orders and consequently, been the one to stop him.
The original two guards continued on their way, and the other three went back to whatever it is they were doing.
The boy got his hands beneath him, and pushed himself to a sitting position. His attempt at escaping stopped, he went back to the next best thing, staring his hatred into anything he could.
Down the corridor form him there was a slap.
