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The sky was burning in dark shades when Neil looked out the bars that he was imprisoned in. Moe rain meant the flood's arrival. The officers had given up on him and had scheduled a court meeting with the Chief justice the next day. Neil was excited about the night, how it will begin and end when storm was brewing. If the dozen fail to haul him out, then this flood will. But the instructions were clear and not too heard to follow and Neil knew in the back of his mind that we was going to make it out.
At half past 8, his dinner came, served by a waiter. Neil thought he knew him, but his skin was tanned so much that it couldn't be anyone form the dozen. Like Mackenzie had written, there was a red vial on the platter, but there was a small one and a big one. Neil was puzzled...the guards that were pacing the length f his cell gazed at him when he paused. All that was written was to drink the vial with the red potion. He opened the bigger one and poured out a drop. It was just red wine... Neil unscrewed the cork of the other and realized that the vial was colored red but the potion was colorless. The Dozen must have planned out something... had they written the wrong instruction? Was he to drink the unknown substance? He closed his eyes and without further thought gulped down the vial of wine. Surprisingly, it didn't taste much like wine. But he trusted the dozen too much to question them. For half an hour after that, nothing happened. Neil was loosing faith and sleep was closing in on him earlier than before. Then the doctor came on rounds.
Neil didn't know whether he imagined it or not, but he could have sworn that it looked like Mark.
"Its procedure son'' he said when Neil raised an eyebrow at the syringe.But the doctor paid him no attention as he checked his pulse, took a blood sample,whistled to the guards and waked away. After five minutes, the night shift guards came in, shook hands passed some cigars to each other and took up the same duty. But the minute the ex guards climbed up and the footsteps subsided, the guards broke into his cell and shook him up well.
"Neil! We gotta go buddy!" Just follow the corridor and you know the rest" Brandon whispered into his ears while Gary switched Neil's outfit.
"Why would I need.-"
"Just leave man, the alarm's gonna go off anytime." Gray and Brandon pushed him into the dark corridor grasping his old clothes when the alarm went off loud and clear.
Just like they said, at the end of the corridor there was a man with a fire tattoo. He didn't speak, he just signaled him to follow. The alarm was getting on Neil's nerves now, and he could imagine the lights sweeping the ground above. After what seemed like a long corridor, it ended and opened up into vents and drainage. It ended so abruptly that all that he could see was a hilly terrain.
"That's the swinging bridge. Wait there." He tossed a gun which Neil caught and then he vanished off into the night.
In a fraction of a second, there was movement at the bridge. It looked like a culprit was on the run and a few officers were following him. In the dark, he could make out that he was dragging a girl with him.
"Hey! Wait right there!" Neil ran down the rocks and bushes, and caught up with the criminal. That was when Neil realized that the girl held captive was Fiona. Neil threw a wicked smile as she winked at him.
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The sky was burning in dark shades when Neil looked out the bars that he was imprisoned in. Moe rain meant the flood's arrival. The officers had given up on him and had scheduled a court meeting with the Chief justice the next day. Neil was excited about the night, how it will begin and end when storm was brewing. If the dozen fail to haul him out, then this flood will. But the instructions were clear and not too heard to follow and Neil knew in the back of his mind that we was going to make it out.
At half past 8, his dinner came, served by a waiter. Neil thought he knew him, but his skin was tanned so much that it couldn't be anyone form the dozen. Like Mackenzie had written, there was a red vial on the platter, but there was a small one and a big one. Neil was puzzled...the guards that were pacing the length f his cell gazed at him when he paused. All that was written was to drink the vial with the red potion. He opened the bigger one and poured out a drop. It was just red wine... Neil unscrewed the cork of the other and realized that the vial was colored red but the potion was colorless. The Dozen must have planned out something... had they written the wrong instruction? Was he to drink the unknown substance? He closed his eyes and without further thought gulped down the vial of wine. Surprisingly, it didn't taste much like wine. But he trusted the dozen too much to question them. For half an hour after that, nothing happened. Neil was loosing faith and sleep was closing in on him earlier than before. Then the doctor came on rounds.
Neil didn't know whether he imagined it or not, but he could have sworn that it looked like Mark.
"Its procedure son'' he said when Neil raised an eyebrow at the syringe.But the doctor paid him no attention as he checked his pulse, took a blood sample,whistled to the guards and waked away. After five minutes, the night shift guards came in, shook hands passed some cigars to each other and took up the same duty. But the minute the ex guards climbed up and the footsteps subsided, the guards broke into his cell and shook him up well.
"Neil! We gotta go buddy!" Just follow the corridor and you know the rest" Brandon whispered into his ears while Gary switched Neil's outfit.
"Why would I need.-"
"Just leave man, the alarm's gonna go off anytime." Gray and Brandon pushed him into the dark corridor grasping his old clothes when the alarm went off loud and clear.
Just like they said, at the end of the corridor there was a man with a fire tattoo. He didn't speak, he just signaled him to follow. The alarm was getting on Neil's nerves now, and he could imagine the lights sweeping the ground above. After what seemed like a long corridor, it ended and opened up into vents and drainage. It ended so abruptly that all that he could see was a hilly terrain."That's the swinging bridge. Wait there." He tossed a gun which Neil caught and then he vanished off into the night.
In a fraction of a second, there was movement at the bridge. It looked like a culprit was on the run and a few officers were following him. In the dark, he could make out that he was dragging a girl with him.
"Hey! Wait right there!" Neil ran down the rocks and bushes, and caught up with the criminal. That was when Neil realized that the girl held captive was Fiona. Neil threw a wicked smile as she winked at him.
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