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911 8.09 | Buck and Eddie + Walls

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[beyondlhaw]

Getting Him Out

My senses seemed to come online one at at time. My eyes watered. Lungs burnt and my body felt like it was on fire. I tried to move, but found that I was pinned to the floor, still under my bed in my cell. Though it was no longer a cell. The walls had given way and I was under most of it. I took a moment to try and draw some air into my lungs, but that did nothing more than make me cough and splutter. Giving up that idea I tried to wiggle out from under the weight, something tugged at my leg rather than allowing me to move forward. With a frown I tipped my head to look down my body, trying to see if i could make out what was going on. With a low groan I noticed a spike of some kind, iron maybe, sticking out above the rubble. I sighed hard and then started to move. I rocked my body from side to side, lifting the bed just enough to tip it so that anything on top of it started to shift and move. I dared not to guess at the length of time that took me. Knowing that I had precious minutes ticking away until the sun came up. And I had to be out of here and away somewhere safe before that happened. The shift in the stable platform did as I wanted and with a slow breath I was able to push the bed off me and push to my knees, getting a better look at what was wrong with my leg. The motion highlighting other injuries as I curled my arm around my ribs. While all of me throbbed, I could feel blood on my face, the ribs felt bruised, but I’d not put it past myself to have broken them. I wasn’t about to start poking around now. My wrist was broken, but I had nothing to help hold it stable for the time being. I had to get my leg free and then get out of here. I surveyed the damage and was relieved to see that the spike I thought was in my leg was in fact only partially impaled. The movement of the bed had pulled it practically all the way free, and while I was now bleeding more freely, it didn’t appear to have hit anything major. I used my good arm to shove the stone and concrete until I was free, my teeth grinding practically non stop through the pain. Once I was able to pull my leg free I moved to stand and look my first proper look around. I was shocked at the amount of damage that had been caused. This wasn’t like the explosives of my day. This was like someone had dropped a bomb. I blinked and then shot my gaze at the cell I spent most my day checking. I snatched up a length of wood and used it with my good hand to held me walk towards the cell that Mahssacre had been calling home these last few weeks. He’d no idea that we were basically in his home town. He’d been moved around, as I was sure his brother had been once they’d done whatever they need to take twins down to a single child. I was just please his mahmen wasn’t around to see any of this. I was pleased to see it was empty, the guard lying on the floor was obviously dead. I felt a sudden prang of guilt as I realised that a blast this size had probably killed just as many people as would make it out. I just had to hope the ones that were taken were those monsters betting on us, or buying us, and the guards. And that the majority of those inside were able to make it out and find their families or at least get to someone who could help them in some way. I slowly moved towards the exit. Or rather, where the exit should be, it was now nothing more than a huge hole in the side of the building. The wood was biting into my hand as I walked, but I didn’t slow. I kept my eyes open for anyone who might look like they wanted to stop me, hiding behind anything I could in order to stay out of sight. I could see the guards that had made it out running around, or escorting guests out to the cool night air. I shivered as I got closer and looked down at my tatty track pants and lack of anything else bar my cuffs and collar. I probably looked a state, but I’d have to deal with that once I got out of here. If I was able to communicate with anyone.

As I slipped out into the starless night, I felt a thread of uncertainty go through me. I had no way to communicate with anyone unless they allowed me to write anything down. And even then, how far along had things come. Would they understand my writing well enough. I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t really do more than make the odd sign of what I wanted with my hands. Food and water I’d managed to get across in my cage. And otherwise there was a limit to what I had to say. Explosives, sex and money were easy things to sign, or just show. Once you mentioned any kind of money, others tended to do the talking. And in any negotiation, what did I have to barter with. So I took the deal or I walked. I swallowed hard and gave a quick glance over my shoulder to ensure no one was following me. I made it quickly to what appeared to be a mainish road. It looked bigger than the street I’d come from at any rate. But I could feel the telltale tingle that told me dawn wasn’t far off. I had many thirty minutes give or take before I was nothing more than ash on the pavement. I hobbled faster still, my teeth gritted as I held onto my ribs with my injured wrist. Wishing, not for the first time, that I’d specified the actual size of the explosion. It had meant to be a distraction and not a destructive mission. I just hopped Mahassacre had made it out and was safe. Or at least, safe enough until dusk.

I turned when I felt something light my back, suddenly panicked I’d miss calculated and the sun was up already. What I saw was some kind of lights coming in my direction, and faster than I could really get my head around. Rather than stop to see if it was those from the facility, I looked around frantically and saw a darkened alley way. I tipped my head and then took a quick right, my breath catching when I caught my bad leg on the side of the building. But I didn’t let it stop me as I moved into the darkness and cringed at what was in front of me. Two large metal bins that smelled like they’d been here a while and some boxes that seemed to have remains of whatever had been packed in them stuck to the sides. I closed my eyes for a moment and then opened them with renewed determination. It was one day, if I could stay hidden and safe in this alley, I’d have lived to fight another night. And tomorrow, I’d be able to find Mahssacre and get us both the treatment that we needed. I could already feel my body starting to protest the effort I’d forced on it. I knew that if I was given half the chance, I’d pass out before I managed to get out of direct sunlight. And right now, that wasn’t an option.  #GettingHimOut