Plan B

In the Mist -P14-

  The guards started towards us, but Price nudged his head in the direction of the tunnel on the other side of the cave. Everyone got the idea, and finally he barked, "Go!"

We all were off in an instent, Soap taking a second to get me up so I could move. My legs still weak and useless. The shine of teh crystal became fainter, and soon just inky darkness. But we could hear them coming.

Soon I fell with an 'ooffhhh' Soap was getting down to help me, but it was too late, the guards were closing in.

"Soap! Hurry up!" Price hollered, his voice echoing off the walls.

He grabbed my upper arm and practically dragged me along, I managed to stagger behind him, barely able to support myself. "I'm not losing you again," He hissed, much of the rage in his voice was directed at the prosuing Russians.

Something pricked the back of my neck, I had to move some overgrown hair, it was at mid back by now and I needed a hair cut, and pulled a dart out. I think this is their weapon of choice now.

Soap too had been hit, but he seemed not to notice it as it was stuck to his arm. But soon he and I both begun to slow, the Russians catching up, and when we could no longer run, they had us. The others noticed and were coming back.

"You're all coming with us." Anatoly hissed angrily. I forced myself to stay awake a few more moments as his guards were clubbing the others with their rifles. Then blackness consumed me.

I blinked at the harsh light above me, and it came to me that I was strapped down to an operation table. I turned my head to I could see what was aorund, Soap was being pinned to teh wall by four Russians, them trying to get his wrists handcuffed to a steel pipe. But his struggling made it harder for them.

A man with a white mask that covered his mouth and nose came in, followed by Anatoly. "Now let's see how you managed to come back." He said.

"Fuck you," I spat, trying to pull my wrists up to punch him, but they were bound to the table. "I'm not a bloody frog, and I'm not a science experiment! Now let me go so I can kick both your drunk asses to Tibet!"

He backhanded me, and I sneered angrily at him. But he growled, "Oh hush now, it's only gonna hurt a lot."

I looked back at Soap, he was still struggling. Swearing his mouth off at the guards as they managed to get the handcuffs locked down. He was breathing heavily from the effort of trying to break their hold, but even he knew he couldn't rip the pipe out of the wall. He just looked to me and nearly choked out, "Stay strong."

The surgant picked through his instruments, but stopped, "Let's see what we have to work with." As his hand came to the blanket over me, I knew I was pretty much naked, what scared me was the idea of WHO took off the shirt. But as his fingers started to grip the edge, I craned my neck and bit his thumb, which was around my collarbone. He pulled his thumb, trying to get it out of my jaw's grip, but I was latched. Finally he punched my face, causing me to release. He pulled the rubber glove off, showing the impression my canine and bicusped teeth left, practically braking the skin. "Looks like we got a lively one." He got the glove back on. "But I know how to break them."

"Oh let me do it," Anatoly insisted. His hand reached closer to my shoulder, but I whipped my head around and sunk my teeth between his thumb and index, causing him to try pulling away like the other. Only this time, I bit with as much strength as I could get. He yelled swears in Russian, and I could taste the warm, metalicish taste of his blood drip on my tounge. He pinched a pressure point around my jaw, making me yelp and let go. He gripped his hand, my sharper bicusbids were enough to break through skin and draw blood. I hoped he learned his lesson.