Chapter #4The gypsy moves first. by: Unknown All Russell saw was a blur as the gypsy jumped forwards and then a second later the guard smiled as his hand came away from the walky talky on his belt. He instead reached for his cell door keys, unlocking the door and beckoning Russell to walk through. Russell felt his body solidify again before the guard's coarse hands grabbed his own and soon Russell's hands were cuffed behind his back. "Hurry up #7285, we're going for a little WALK," the guard said, a mischievous gleam in his eye as he pushed Russell forwards.
Russell could feel the frosty glares coming at him from the other prisoners on his back that made all of his hairs stand warily. 'Psst, I know it's you in there, you gypsy bastard,' Russell whispered. 'Lemme go, man. All you gotta do is help me outta these walls and, I promise you, there's money stashed on the outside for ya. Whad'ya want, huh? 10G's? 25?'
Russell yelped as the guard hauled him face first into the cell, unsympathetic to Russell's pain. The guard clutched Russell's neck in a vice-grip, squeezing out the air slowly while dragging Russell closer to his deranged looking face. "First of all," the guard spat, "I'm NOT a freakin' GYPSY, and if you call me that even ONE more time, I'll snap EVERY. BONE. IN YOUR. BODY."
"Second, I don't care about your money: the only type of business I'm in is REVENGE. And there's a BIG market for revenge in places like this."
"B-but what have I g-got to do with any of th-this?" Russell gasped. He grabbed the guard's arm desperately in a hopeless attempt to pry off the manly paw. A smile stretched across the guard's face as he dropped an asphyxiated Russell onto the floor and left him gasping for air. "See, I knew you were a smart one."
"Have you heard any news about your pending trial date? No, of course not. Well it's been bumped up. To four days time. That's... Thursday? You're gonna go there and get all the charges dropped against you. Don't worry about the details; let's just say I've got friends in high places that are gonna help you out. Afterwards you're gonna meet me outside the 4th courthouse door. From there you'll here the rest of the plan."
"What if I don't wanna meet you outside, crap-for-brains. What the hell happens then?"
The guard grinned unnaturally as he leaned in closer to Russell's ear and whispered, "Then I'll track you down, hunt you and either kill you or drag you back by your underwear, preferably with a couple of missing teeth. Anyways, have fun for the rest of your time here with the little gift I sent you!" The guard stood up and swivelled around, leaving Russell with not only a sore neck but also a whole heap of unanswered questions.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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