Thirteen (Ch. 22)

  Belle awakened crisp and sharp. Clear minded and prepared, starving, hungry, hurting, emotionally drained, physically exhausted and completely over this situation. The feeling of anticipation welling up inside of her like when you slowly ticked up a rollercoaster, and right before you see the drop you want to scream but you just hold on tighter. They were right before the drop, time was stalling and she had to get Evan out of his cell.

  Belle approached her building for the last day of harassment. This is the last time she would have to allow some pervert touch her or gawk at her inappropriately. She entered through the first door and was greeted by the new guard, the creepy one.

  “Come… Here.” He said, emphasizing on parts of the word he shouldn’t have.

  Belle obliged and marched through to the laundry room. “Take off your clothes sweetie.”

  Belle stared at him, with the conviction of a woman who had been through too much... She stared at him with a conviction of someone who had nothing to lose. She slid off her boxers and stared at him blankly. On the opposite hand however, he was staring at her with a hunger, a desire. He moved closer to Belle, shortening the distance between them to mere inches now. The guard’s breath smelled horrible, and she braced herself for his cold touch. She wanted more than anything to attack him, but she must suffer for her future. She wasn’t embracing his motions, but he proceeded. Feeling her up and kissing on her neck. Belle’s anger increased, and she wanted to scream. She wanted to take her fists and beat them across his face, but still she suffered. She was so far removed from the situation in her mind she didn’t realize how deep the situation had become. Belle winced in pain and removed herself in her mind. She suffered and she focused on blocking everything out. Light, sound, feeling, smell, she focused. She retreated inside her head and held on to her core thought, make it one more minute. Just one minuter. She was beat down and crumbled to the ground. She stared up at her attacker and still he progressed. A smile on his lips and a vile aura emitting from his person. Belle took a moment to pray. A fraction of a second, a fraction of that. It was a thought and a passive cry for help. She was bruised and injured, her arm in a cast and her ribs still hurting.

  As she stared up at the giant that was her nemesis she focused on him, helpless a she was. He looked at her with discontent and a grin, he liked being in control. He waved at her and spat on her face. “Get your fucking clothes on.”

  Belle was saved for a moment. Her cry for help answered by unseen forces. She would not go through this again. Belle struggled but put her clothes on. The guard stood out in the hall looking at her dress. He spoke again “You’ll be back in here later.”... He smiled “For lunch.”

  Belle cringed, and entered the hallway, following him in to the dayroom. She already had a note in her pocket. Waiting for the guard to look the other way while she moved it in to the proper tray. “Just hold on Evan...” she muttered to herself softly.

  She continued with her duties, it hurt to walk. It hurt to breathe. It pained her still to suffer in silence and wait for the moment she could give the note to her savior. She finished the range and struggled to bring her trays up to the second floor but still she endured. Using her broken arm as support while she balanced the heavy tray rack on it. Belle had been through worse. In her mind she was invincible. She would not be defeated by this. Her iron will would not bend, her mind secure. She finished loading her trays up on the cart on the next floor.

  Every second dragged on for an eternity. Every tray passed out wasn’t the right one. But every tray brought her a second closer to her victor. Evan had to succeed, he had to do something. It was their only shot. Belle continued on, delivering trays. The guard always stood behind her so she bent over and he rubbed his prick against her. Hatred welling up inside of her she was breathing heavy now. She felt the adrenaline rush through her veins. It was almost a whole being change, She was not hungry or tired, hurting or in pain. She was enraged and determined. The final steps with her last load. The trays on Evan’s floor now. “Hold on.” She thought to herself. Belle slipped the note in the tray before they got to his cell. The guard didn’t notice. They approached it. 311/312.

  The guard scanned Evan’s hand and smiled. “No injection today”.

  She grabbed his tray, anticipation breaking free of her. She could barely contain herself as she moved forward. A single step echoed in her mind a thousand times, each second she experienced was reverberated and examined in her mind a thousand times over. She could think for hours inside of these very minutes. Belle shakily handed the tray to Evan, smiling as she did so. She made eye contact with him and grinned a grin she had never worn before. A menacing feeling took over her, as she walked back to her cart. Then, food flying out of the cuff port onto the guard. Evan was screaming and beating on the door with as much rage as she had inside of her. But still she waited. The guard turned and screamed back intensely, spit flying from his mouth onto the cell door as his face turned deep purple and veins protruded from his forehead. He grabbed the door on the cell handle illuminating it a blue unlock color, and stepped inside.

  Smashed in the skull by Evan’s fist the guard battered against the wall. Evan took out from his pocket a set of restraints and clipped one on the guards arm. His other arm was fighting even, throwing punches. Belle took action and jumped up, grabbing him by the neck with her one arm in a headlock. Evan used the distraction to gain control of the guard’s other arm and clasp a restraint on it as well. Then she seen a look in the eye of Evan like she had never seen before. In this moment he was more terrifying than anything she had laid her eyes upon. He enjoyed this.

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  Evan used his optic to the fullest extent. Pulling up layouts of the prison and blueprints in his mind, he activated the restraints on the guard and had him taxed to the floor. Evan grabbed Belle’s wrists and took her restraints off. He knew the quick response team was coming, about fifteen seconds until they arrived. “Act like you’re doing what you were doing in the last cell extraction. I’ll be okay.”

  Evan stayed back in the cell and had belles electronic restraints hidden in his hand. He used this moment to peer into the camera system of the prison, looking into more knowledge and information than any human could absorb in fifteen seconds. The team entered the building and ran up the stairs. He viewed them from the camera, using his eye to see through it as another viewpoint. Evan now had surround vision, watching everything that was going on at the same time. The team arrived at the door in unison, and when they entered he let hell unleash.

  Evan, his cover no more. Dillon Grey, the government dog. The grim reaper himself, the iron mind. He unlocked all of the doors in the unit and the inmates immediately began running out. Belle stood up and grabbed the last guard, pulling him backwards. At the same time Dillon placed a restraint on the first guard, dodging his tackle and holding the second guard in place. He head-butted this one, and placed a restraint on him too. These guards instantly being taxed on the floor at a rate not set by default. These tasing restraints incapacitated them, they shit themselves and their nervous system was frying. The restraints drawing power from the grid would not let go until Dillon allowed. They heated up beyond maximum capacity, performing brain damage and irreversible havoc on their bodies. The inmates out of their cells flooded the range and assisted belle. They began destroying their tormentors. Belle entered the cell with Dillon and seen a red tint to his eye. He looked like a maniac, covered in sweat, confident and emitting an aura of violence. He quickly grabbed Belle’s guard up and began taking off his clothes.

  “You need a set of clothes too, hurry now.” They quickly changed into their attire as more inmates came in and dragged out bodies, parading them and throwing them off the range. They threw their trays out in the dayroom and began breaking whatever they could on the floor. Dillon and Belle dressed. He smiled “Let’s get out of here.”

  Dillon activated the exit doors and sprinkling system, deterring anyone from staying inside of the building. They began running out of the unit. Dillon and Belle mixed into the crowd running out. He looked at her and grabbed her hand, holding it in an embrace he had never felt before. He looked like a rabid wolf, leading a pack of demons to feast. He opened every cell in the place he could, overrode doors and turned off cameras, he overloaded generators for the power grid and overruled the power cells. They spread out into the prison and he maintained a fixed power grid only on himself. No guards relying on the grid for power or use of their weapons could fire. They were helpless. Those working in the tunnels lost power to their equipment, those in the towers could not escape. The guards were trapped by their own design. They couldn’t even shoot or use the communications.

  It had all been taken over by the iron mind. Dillon was in complete control, sprinting to the maintenance shack with Belle in hand. He looked at her “I hadn’t thought of that. You’re about to learn my real name.” They breathed heavily as they maintained their jog. She spoke choppily but clearly “You’re Dillon Grey.” He smiled “That I am.”

  They approached Crosby out of breath and jumped on to the power cat. Dillon using his eye to focus the power setting, the destroyed the fence containing the back of the maintenance area and headed for the wall. Crosby looked back at the prison as they traveled down the walk at a rate of speed he had not seen possible in these machines. “It worked! I’m so glad to see you!” Dillon smiled, a red tinge to one of his eyes. “I appreciate that. I haven’t been this person for quite some time!” They approached the wall with smiles on their faces. Inmates behind them and all over the prison causing havoc at the understaff and unpowered facility. They were truly hopeless without weapons and power. A product of their design, overcome by Dillon Grey.

  “Get off, we’ll use her to smash into the wall. I doubt she will survive.”

  They hopped off of the power cat and Crosby rubbed his hand on it, patting her goodbye. He felt a pull towards the prison, and wondered where Immanuel was. Didn’t he work on one of the other phases?

  The trio watched the power cat crash into the wall and just barely make it to the other side before failing. It was good enough for them, the bent fence line in front of the wall leading out to the hole they had created.

  They briskly jogged through, embracing belle’s hand he planned to never let go. He had made it just a few moments past the wall and noticed Crosby had lagged behind.

  “What’s wrong?”

  Crosby looked at them, hesitantly.

  “I can’t go.” He yelled out.

  “What are you talking about?!” she shouted

  Dillon concurred “This is what we planned for. You’ll die in here! They’re going to kill every one of you if they take this prison back over!”

  “The Lord brought me here guys. I appreciate the time we had. But I have to go. There’s... There’s someone I have to go find!”

  Belle and Dillon looked at each other, then at him.

  “You take care Crosby. I hope your Lord saves you. I truly do.”

  Belle waved “If I don’t see you again, you have a special place in my heart. I’ll never forget you Crosby!”

  They hurried to the vans, and breaking in was of no issue to them. Driving down the road of bones he spoke

  “I’m so glad we met.”

  She looked over at him, exhausted.

  “I knew you looked familiar.”

  They laughed, and the sun was shining high in the sky. Beating down a warm ray of sunlight. A warm breeze passed through the van windows.

  “We’re going to have to find a place to hide.” He said

  “As long as I’m with you.”

  They drove off, putting a cloud of dust behind them, and more importantly, Camp Leito.