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There were two of us in the room. There was a lot of blood cooling on the metal floor. The alarms made it hard to hear but we held hands and stayed silent.
She breathed out, did not breathe back in, and then there was just one of us in the room.
I needed to find a way to get out of the prison before the riot burned the entire building down. I have to say that I didn’t much care if I survived the process anymore. Relissa was the reason I’d had the strength to make it this far.
I could feel the bonecutters in my bloodstream waiting for an excuse to activate. The prisoners had jammed any incoming signals but as soon as I left the building I’d jerk and go limp as my insides unzipped and my body would fall to the pavement, the tensile strength of my skin the only thing keeping me from splashing.
The irony was that I was a lawyer. Madvic Tujon from the PoliSansSogo sector. A registered courtmouse paid to keep balance as my employers saw fit. I’d passed the bar but I’d become a bagman, shunting credits to bent judges and juries to keep some clients out and some marks in. I didn’t ask questions.
Until Relissa. It was an old story. I’d fallen in love with her. She was an enforcer for the Blue Cards, a small time unit near the courthouse steps. When I finished a case, we’d celebrate sometimes. We were growing closer. Not so smart but we had such confidence.
My people wanted to claim the space near the courts for better client protection. The Blue Cards were taken out. The ones that weren’t killed were arrested. Relissa was one of the ones that didn’t go down easy.
I told my bosses that I wasn’t going to send her to prison. I gave them all my savings. I argued my case to my representative in the hopes that it would be relayed to the boss.
They didn’t care. I don’t what I expected. Compassion? Loyalty? A break because of years of service?
The cops got me the next morning and that afternoon I was found guilty of murdering some guy I didn't recognize and that night I slept in a cell. The charge would land me in penal for decades but all of my enemies on the inside would make sure my life expectancy was in the negative numbers.
And there was Relissa. Both of us awaiting shipouts, both of us in our orange jumpsuits, both of us with bonecutters in our blood. The riot started a half hour later. I don’t know what it was about. Rights, maybe.
The smoke reached our noses around midnight. Someone must have made it to the control room because the doors of our entire cellblock opened. Relissa killed a guard and was shot during the struggle. We ran into solitary and hid there.
Now she’s dead and the flames outside are only growing.
I leave Relissa behind and charge out into the fire to join the fighting.
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She breathed out, did not breathe back in, and then there was just one of us in the room.
I needed to find a way to get out of the prison before the riot burned the entire building down. I have to say that I didn’t much care if I survived the process anymore. Relissa was the reason I’d had the strength to make it this far.
I could feel the bonecutters in my bloodstream waiting for an excuse to activate. The prisoners had jammed any incoming signals but as soon as I left the building I’d jerk and go limp as my insides unzipped and my body would fall to the pavement, the tensile strength of my skin the only thing keeping me from splashing.
The irony was that I was a lawyer. Madvic Tujon from the PoliSansSogo sector. A registered courtmouse paid to keep balance as my employers saw fit. I’d passed the bar but I’d become a bagman, shunting credits to bent judges and juries to keep some clients out and some marks in. I didn’t ask questions.
Until Relissa. It was an old story. I’d fallen in love with her. She was an enforcer for the Blue Cards, a small time unit near the courthouse steps. When I finished a case, we’d celebrate sometimes. We were growing closer. Not so smart but we had such confidence.
My people wanted to claim the space near the courts for better client protection. The Blue Cards were taken out. The ones that weren’t killed were arrested. Relissa was one of the ones that didn’t go down easy.
I told my bosses that I wasn’t going to send her to prison. I gave them all my savings. I argued my case to my representative in the hopes that it would be relayed to the boss.
They didn’t care. I don’t what I expected. Compassion? Loyalty? A break because of years of service?
The cops got me the next morning and that afternoon I was found guilty of murdering some guy I didn't recognize and that night I slept in a cell. The charge would land me in penal for decades but all of my enemies on the inside would make sure my life expectancy was in the negative numbers.
And there was Relissa. Both of us awaiting shipouts, both of us in our orange jumpsuits, both of us with bonecutters in our blood. The riot started a half hour later. I don’t know what it was about. Rights, maybe.
The smoke reached our noses around midnight. Someone must have made it to the control room because the doors of our entire cellblock opened. Relissa killed a guard and was shot during the struggle. We ran into solitary and hid there.
Now she’s dead and the flames outside are only growing.
I leave Relissa behind and charge out into the fire to join the fighting.
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