He had spent every waking moment pushing that little screw around. His ability to manipulate it grew better by the hour, and by the third day he was able to pick the screw up and move it about in the air before his eyes. By the end of the week he could make it fly about the room with a precision that made him smile. He imagined sending the screw through the visor of the armed guard and into the eye of the man within, but as satisfying as that might be, he would still have to deal with the other man, and he only had one screw. Continue reading
“It’s time to get up.” The too familiar electronic voice said.
Evan rolled away from the door, stuck his arm up and casually extended his middle finger. By his best guess a week had passed since his failed escape attempt. He still received the same boring meals and the occasional interruption from the intercom, but now there were always two people bringing him his meal, and one of them was always armed. Continue reading
"So I can see."
There was a pause, but Evan thought he heard muffled conversation, as if someone had placed a hand over the microphone. He strained to make out what was being said, but it was barely discernible as being speech at all. "Why do you even want me here?" he asked. "What could I have possibly done to you people, whoever you are?" Continue reading