Opposites Attract [Old]

Jail Break

Tord Pov:

Please just give us control of my body.

Nope!

Give him you piece of shit!

Nope!

I don't even think you're a part of me anymore.

Well I'm not a apart of you!

What are you?

I'm your medication.

What...

My head shoots up when I see my door open.

Tom..

He's keeping me here...

"Hey Tord!" Tom says.

This is all a act.

Tom sits at the end of my bed and pulls out my pill case.

He's acting.

"Okay Tord, I just need you to take this pill-"

"No," I say.

"What?"

"I'm not taking the pill,"

"Tord, you need to take the pill,"

"No I don't,"

"Yes you do,"

"Why should I take it?"

"It's for your bipolar-"

"Bullshit. What's it really for Tom?"

"I'm telling the truth!"

"No you're not! Now what have you been giving me Tom?!"

"Tord you really need your medication right now..."

"No I don't!"

"Your bipolar is kicking up,"

"No it's not Tom! I'm just saying I'm not taking the pill!"

"Please Tord,"

"No Tom,"

"Fine,"

"Good,"

"Can I have a kiss?" Tom asks me.

"Sure," I say and smile.

Tom moves close to me and kisses me.

We open mouth kiss.

I can feel some thing go down my throat.

Did you just...

Tom pulls away and gets up.

"I'll see you tomorrow Tord," Tom says and quickly walks out the door without another word.

I'm back!!

Fucking hell Tom!

I need to get out of here...

Nope! I won't let you!

Oh god what am I going to do now..

Wait.

The pill only just got into my stomach..

I can just throw up and get it out!

I run over to the toilet in the corner in the room. I sit in front of it.

I stick my fingers deep into my mouth.

I finally find my uvula and I start hitting it until..

I throw up into the toilet.

I see the pill floating in the toilet.

Yes!

Time to find my way out of here!

I stand up and I look around me.

I don't see anywhere I can go accept the door.

I run up to the door.

I got this.

I kick the door with all my strength and it hits the floor.

Yes!

I'm free!

I run out of my room and I see a ladder.

Am I under ground?

I run to the ladder and I climb up it, which is very dangerous with only 1 arm.

I try to open the trap door, but it's locked.

I climb back down and I run over to the area in front of the 1 way window.

The only thing I see that can break down this trap door is a the fire extinguisher.

I open the fire extinguisher's case and I pull it out.

I hold the fire extinguisher in my mouth and I climb the ladder again.

I stick my shoulder between the bars on the ladder so I don't fall off it while I hit the trap door with the fire extinguisher.

It smashes open.

Tom Pov:

"He needs to be killed! Not put into a room and left there!" Christian says.

"He's too dangerous to be kept alive!" Olivia says.

"We need to kill him before he destroys anything more than he already has!" Arther says.

"ENOUGH!!" I yell and slam my hands on my table.

Everyone looks at me.

I take a deep breath and then exhale.

"He's fine where he is. He's in a area where no one can find him accept me and with the medication I'm giving him he is physically and mentally unable to escape. I recommend we stop with the whole 'We have to kill him' bullshit and talk like civilized humans," I say.

"Thomas is right. Everyone settle down and we'll discuss Tord Larsin's freedom like human beings," The Judge says.

"We can't just set him free Your Honor! He's a communist and he craves power! He'll just start his army again!" Arther says.

"Arther Regal I assure you that Tord Larsin doesn't have enough supporters to create The Red Army again. If he does then I would report his supporters immediately and have them locked up for a very long time," I say.

"Even if we were to free him, we would need a tracker of some sort," Olivia says.

"He already has a tracker in his body Olivia Shanker," I say.

"Shouldn't we have some sort of security near him?" Christian asks.

"As I said before, the medication I'm giving him keeps him from thinking clearly. He's physically and mentally unable to escape," I say.

"He's dangerous Thomas Thompson. He needs to be dealt with better than just sticking him in a room and keeping him there until we get this all settled out," Arther says.

"He's being dealt with just fine like this Arther little," I say.

"We can't keep going on like this Your Honer. We keep having the same discussions over and over again. We need to figure something out!" Olivia says to The Judge.

"I think I've made a decision... Thomas Thompson you will be Tord Larsin's caretaker, but he needs to keep having his pills," The Judge says to me.

Everyone gasps, accept me.

"Thank you Your Honor," I say,

"But Thomas Thompson, if we catch Tord Larsin causing trouble in public... I won't be so nice," The Judge says.

"Yes Your Honer," I say,

"You are all dismissed," The Judge says.

Don't worry Tord.

We're getting there.