The Last Ninety Days

Day 10

I was almost disappointed and, as I gripped the gun, I felt that adrenaline go through my veins again. That feeling of being alive as I aimed it at her, oh, how I've missed that sensation

Turning off the safety, I gazed over her for a moment. Things really haven't changed since we first met, those green eyes still held that wild defiance and her hands were clear from any scars.

It was so frustrating that I nearly pulled the trigger then, almost ended things too quickly.

But.... 

I don't pull the trigger didn't want to end it so quickly. She deserves this pain just like the rest of us. There was no going back from this.

"Shoot, damnit!"

I simply shook my head, tossing the gun out of the bars and watched it hit the wall. She darted to grab for it, only to have it just out of reach.

"Shit! You idiot!"

She screamed and cursed me out, but I knew she wouldn't hurt me. Pacifists were strange like that.

I sat against the steel wall, ignoring my cellmate. Little did she know, the guards had probably heard the commotion. They're most likely coming and might even take her out for a bit. I wouldn't mind that.

Ans just as I thought that, the sound of thick boots faintly grew from down the hallway. Two this tie, I wonder of the other left.

Coming up to our cell, they seemed new. One was a tall, tanned fellow with a few scars on his forearms. The other was a black man, tense and unaffected by my cellmate's continuous yelling.

They had that outside smell, I suppose autumn had just ended. But scent of it, the last of the oak leaves had fallen probably. November's on its way it seemed.

The black man was the first to notice the gun on the floor, the other kicking against the bars with his boot.

"Shut it, already!"

She jumped, going quiet when finally noticing the guards. Her eyes flashed from the gun, to me, and then back to them.

The tanned man sighed, his partner picking up the gun.

"Who had this?"

I nodded at her as she pointed at me. The guards were silent for a moment, not seeming to know what to do. But with them being newbies, I knew they figured I had the gun.

The black man pulled his radio, wanting one of the older and more experienced guards to come and assess the simple situation. I fought back a grin, catching the name 'Steven' from the radio. He knew of my history even before I was found, so it'd be interesting on the two's reaction. Soon, the guy showed up.

"Alright, gentlemen. I'm in the middle of something, so make this quick."

The black man handed him the gun, the other explaining the situation. Steven gazed from my cellmate to me a bit before he chuckled and nodded at her.

"Take her out and bring her with me."

I couldn't help but smirk at surprise the two looked, I found it quite amusing. Reluctantly, they managed to pull her out of my cell. And as they took her away, Steven turned to me with a grunt.

"You always preferred a lone cell, don't you?"

I simply shrugged, watching them go out of view.

Once finally hearing the metal door shut, I sighed and leaned more into the wall. I gazed down at my hand, realizing how faint it trembled and I simply clenched it until it settled. The adrenaline was gone, leaving me unsatisfied.

Oh well, I was patient enough to wait for the next one. Steve knew, after all, bodies followed my trail anywhere. My grin widened at that memory.