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Trapped

I awake to light pouring through the bared window of my cell. Lying on the cold floor of the cell chained to the wall, shivers rack my spine as the rancid smell of unwashed bodies races over my senses. But after a couple of breaths I realize that the smell is stronger than that of unwashed bodies. Suddenly I become aware of the sizzling sound of something melting. As I look closely around my cell I see a lone figure standing by my window pouring a strange concoction onto the metal bars. The thick metal melted in front of my eyes, it was amazing. As the lone figure reached a hand through the gap where there used to be solid bars as I looked up I noticed his eyes, a forest green. The young man from the gate stood before me helping me escape. A thought suddenly crossed my mind, ‘wasn’t he the one who had sent the guards after me?’ but I ignored that fact for now because it was either let this guy save me or let the guards hang me. As he helped me out of the chains, melting the locks, then back through the window, I heard a clang of metal and a shout of voices rallying others to attack. For a second I thought that they had seen me climbing out the window, but when no guards showed up and the clanging of metal was continuous down the hall I assumed that it wasn’t me they were after.

The young man from the gate and I run for the spring coloured forest resounding behind the prison. As we bolt through the undergrowth my ankle gets caught on the root of an old oak tree. The resonating crack of my ankle leaves me screaming. The young man is by my side in a second trying to stop the uncontrollable screaming coming from my mouth.

As the minutes pass my screaming dies down to panting and the pain in my ankle dulls to an intense ach. Only then do I realize that I have my eyes shut, as I open them the first thing that I see is my splinted ankle wrapped in what used to be the young man’s white shirt now spotted in red. As I start to mumble an apology into his muscle covered chest he hushes me and keeps telling me that it doesn’t matter its is just a shirt. I almost hurl as he flings me lithely over his shoulder as if I were as light as a feather. The run was even worse as his shoulder dug into my ribs, as the thrumming of his feet grew softer and my eyelids sunk down I knew that I only had a few seconds till I would pass out. The aching in my ribs and ankle eased as I welcomed the darkness that quickly overcame me. I let my consciousness drift as I slept.

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