Chapter Six.
* Elisha's POV *
As Ceryll gives Richard the special 'convict or inmate' speech, I returned the chain frantically to its rightful owner inside the cell but as I try to run up the staircase, Dakota tries to intercept me in the middle of the stairs but I shook her off and sprinted off up the stairs as my mind floods with elderly images. Dakota doesn't follow me which is brilliant as she knows when I want my space. I try not to acknowledge the burning pain in my muscles as they reach and pass their limitation of physical fitness. My heart feels like a caged animal, burning and determined to break free from my ribcage as my entire body shakes uncontrollably due to the levels of adrenaline in my bloodstream that was unknown.
My chest burns like I've swallowed fire; my muscles have turned to hot liquid and my body refuses to move any more. On the third floor their was a section where the prison wall is – like the rest of slam – of jagged sharp rock and the balcony area was replaced with a floor to ceiling barred wall like the sides and fronts of the housing cell. This allows people to look down without any probability of them falling over. I leant against the surprisingly cool metal bars with my forearms wedged between the bars and my forehead as I relaxed into myself allowing my muscles and my heart to slowly relax. As my breathing steadies, I turn around to head back towards my cell when a sudden unexpected striking pain struck my face as someone's large knuckles embedded themselves into the soft tissue above my eyes. A warm sensation invades the space beside my right eye as blood begins to travel the length of my face. The attacker then side-kicks me in the stomach knocking me from the barred wall to send my flying into the sharp jagged wall.
I coughed violently as the air is whipped from my lungs as I was shoved against the wall causing my body to tense unnaturally. With the back of my hand I aggressively swiped away the blood that was seeping into my eye and although my vision was impaired, I could study the figure standing over me, tattered leather boots with a camouflaged vest top with dark skin wrapped around his muscles. Wyclef. He grabs the back of my head sealing his fingers around a handful of brown hair and pulled my up from the sandy ground in a sharp and abrupt movement. I struggled against his grip but with the lack of oxygen getting to my stunned lungs, I am virtually useless at this moment.
Wyclef pins me up against the jagged rock wall using his muscular body with his hand still latched around my hair. His dark eyes locked with mine as he face was situated less than a inch from mine, his warm gentle breaths grazed across my skin smelling strongly of cigarettes. Wyclef smiles crookedly as his eyes drift up and down my body as if he is sizing me up.
"How the hell do I get eyes like that?" He asks after his eye reconnect with mine. His lips graze the skin of my cheek but he pulls back slightly to study my expression.
The muscles in my face began to twitch into any uncontrollably smug smile joined with a single chuckle, "They were a gift." I reply sarcastically.
Wyclef's eyes flashed red with anger as he releases a stern growl filled with poisonous venom. As he held onto the back of my head he had overriding control of my entire body. His actions followed in the same angry predatory noises as he swiftly slams my head down to meet his knee halfway, my nose flushed furiously with hot, red blood.
He re-pins me against the sharp wall and snarls, "Tell me you whore," he hisses wrapping a strong hand around my throat and pinching the sides. He angled his body away so I couldn't kick my numb legs at him and my scratching at his forearm made no impression on Wyclef's iron grip as his hands squeezed tighter every second that seemed to go by. I allowed myself to relax, stupid I know but I needed my body to muster any strength I had left. My knee used all of the energy I had to travel swiftly into his groin area. He bend over so I followed my movement by kneeing him in the nose knocking him backwards, releasing my hair from his clutch giving me back control of my body. I pulled my concealed knife free from its hiding place in the waistband of my trousers.
Wyclef hisses cusses beneath his breath as he viciously whipped the blood from his nose before lunging forward and swinging a strong punch which I dodged with easy as he was unbalanced. The unused force and momentum he put behind his swing made his upper-body twist enough for me to slip around his stationary body and drag my blade across the Sweet Spot.
Wyclef's body flops like a fish, face first into the sandy floor as blood seeped from the neat four inch cut to the left of his spine, the fourth lumbar down, the abdominal aorta and from this small spot you can collect two mugs of blood, something I personally do not revel in, the thought of drinking blood bring violently nausea to my stomach.
I pressed my index and middle finger against the side of Wyclef's neck to feel is he has a pulse but he didn't, serves the asshole right. I lean against the jagged wall ignoring the poking and stinging pain as stray pointy rocks graze my skin bring small lines of blood of the surface. My nose bleeds steadily but not as much as before, I pressed my forearm against the front of my nose to block the nasal passages.
From the shadows round the corner, gentle yet slightly aggravated breathes echo through the atmosphere around me. His muscles stretch and expand as he breathed in deeply and move back into place has he grinds his back teeth annoyingly.
"Don't stand in the dark like a creepy pervert," I snap, "Just come on."