Right, here it is, Chapter Sixteen! I know It's ANOTHER short one, but hey, blame it on the writer's block! I have actually gotten over mydifficulties now, and have another four chapters just waiting to be typed up, but haven't gotten round to it yet.

So chins up, folks, it won't be long now before I haul us out of this pit of missing inspiration and up to the level of free flowing story writing! :D

As always, I hope hope hope you like it and please please please review! Danke! xxx

'The (Not So) Great Escape'

Myrnin's POV

I woke again, as if from a refreshing sleep. I took stock of my current situation. It was clear I had been drugged again; they must have added something to the sedative, as I was feeling quite dreamy.

I opened my eyes, blinking lazily. At least they haven't carted me off to the asylum yet, I thought sourly as I recognised that I was still imprisoned in my room. And still cramped into that cursed straight jacket.

Despite my best attempts, I had epicly failed to escape from it so far. Before another attack of blind panic could seize me, I focused on something else.

I used my legs to manoeuvre myself into a sitting position on the bed. The first thing I saw as I looked around was a man sitting slumped in a chair across the room. Oliver. What in hell is he doing here?

"What in hell are you doing here?" I said loudly.

His head snapped up, and he caught sight of me sitting uncomfortably on the bed. A smirk tugged at his lips.

"Well, well, well, sleeping beauty wakes at last." He said wryly. I fought the urge to insult him, and deigned not to answer, instead concentrating on working one arm inconspicuously out of the jacket.

Clearly all it required was a little patience, and not just brute force. Perhaps it had been designed so the wearer may only remove it once they have calmed sufficiently. I saw annoyance flash across Oliver's face at my silence, and allowed myself a small smile. He stood and moved towards me, twirling a syringe in his fingers, watching me with a smug look on his face. I growled.

"Now, now. Play nicely, Myrnin." He chided.

"Go and play in your kitchen, Oliver. Leave the grownup issues to the adults."

He lost his smirk, eyes flashing red. I shifted my position on the bed, disguising the fact that both of my arms were now gloriously free. I itched to fasten my hands around his throat, but knew I had to wait for the opportune moment. So I just grinned maniacally at him and continued with my insults, drawing him closer.

"I never liked you, Oliver."

"Why Amelie continues to let you live, I'll never know. After all, you have outlived your usefulness." Oliver snapped, irritated.

"Whereas you were never useful." I retorted.

"At least I'm not a liability!" That stung.

"At least I'm not a... man-whore!" I sang, gleefully remembering how Claire had taught me that one.

Oliver looked momentarily bemused, and I seized my chance. I leapt up from the bed, and in one motion, smashed a fist into Oliver's ugly face, ripped the syringe form his hand, and wrapped the straight jacket around his throat. He made a surprised choking sound, then continued to choke as I tightened the fabric around his throat.

I flicked the cover off the syringe, and before he could react, plunged it into his neck. He went limp within a minute.

For extra effect, I stuffed him unceremoniously into the straight jacket before leaving.

I hope the bastard enjoys himself as much as I did.

So, this may be the shortest chapter I have EVER written, but the next one will be much longer, I promise you! Now please make me ridiculously happy and click the little Review button? xxxxx :)