Chapter 17
Mission
*John*
John's heart continued to race with rage as he stares blankly at the picture still frozen on the screen. The chair he smashed still laying in bits near the sealed iron door keeping him from Sam. "While I'm stuck in here, Caleb is up stairs working his way piece by piece into Sam's mind." The thought of Caleb touching her, let alone looking at her filled John with an unbearable pain. "I'm not just going to sit around and let Sam just disappear. I need a plan to get out of here." John had his strength back since Caleb's goons actually started to feed him. It's the only time when the door is actually open. An idea enters John's head.
An hour goes by before the heavy door creeps open. John is sitting on the concrete floor, staring at the screen and not moving. "Your meal" the goon says. John is catatonic to everything around him. The goon sets the plate of food on the table and stares at him. "Look at you" he begins. "So weak. So pathetic. Unable to accept the facts." The goon walks over to him and kneels down. "No matter what you do, no matter how hard you try…Caleb will always win."
John doesn't move. The goon gets up to leave. "You know you're wrong" John says, eyes still locked on the screen. The goon turns back and looks at him. "What did you say?" he asks. John turns his head. "I said you're wrong. It's not over yet." The goon just smiles. "You still think you can beat him? Look at the screen! He has the girl. And looks like now she wants him too."
"Caleb manipulates a girl and you still think it's over." John stands up with his hands clutched. "It's only a matter of time before Caleb gets rid of you. And then nothing will be able to get in his way." John walks over to where the goon is standing. "There's only one thing Caleb didn't plan for." "And what's that?"
"This." John jumps up and tackles the goon to the ground. He and John begin wrestling around on the floor until the goon begins to overpower him. He has his hands around John's neck, making it hard for John to breath. John begins gasping for air, trying to force the goon off of him. "This was your plan?" the goon begins. "Tackle me and hope to overpower me long enough so you can escape?"
John barely has the breath to speak. "No" he says forcing the words out. "Only part of it." John's hand grabs a piece of the broken chair and forces it through his heart. The goon stands up and stumbles back before collapsing to the floor dead. John picks himself up and looks at the open door.
"Don't worry Sam. I'm coming."