“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
Evan rolled onto his back and looked up at the ceiling. He tried to focus on the cracks in the slick white tiles, but his eyes kept closing with each spasm of pain. Each intake of breath brought a sharp stab of pain that was impossible to ignore, and with each one Evan wondered why his new found ability did not kick in and protect him from the fumes or the assault of his jailer. It had always kicked in when he was in danger, even when he did not know it, but it had sorely let him down in this instance. Continue reading