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     The jail cell was cold and the stone walls seemed to shift back and forth, probably a product from the knot on his head. He tried to reach up to the top of his head but his arms wouldn't move. He looked down, puzzled. His arm was coated in scarlet red, and the gash down his arm was more then he could stand. His head smacked the cold, stone floor hard, and another coating of scarlet seeped from his head.

     He awoke to the sound of metal on metal, and a mumbled voice.

     "Whose there?" he sputtered.

     "Shut it you fool! I'm trying to get you out of here!" the voice snapped back. After a couple of seconds there was a click and the cell door popped open.

     "Alright, follow me Efreitor and keep your damn mouth shut." said the shadow. The shadow grabbed his hand and ripped him to the exit. The shadow was wearing leather gloves. They tugged at his skin around the gash in his arm. More blood was squeezed from his arm as the shadow led him up a case of stairs. As they reached the top of the stairs, the shadow slowed down. It moved quietly against the wall with Efreitor trailing closely behind. The hallway was straight and short with about three doors. One on the left, one on the right, snd the third at the end of the hallway. The shadow walked up to one of the doors and opened it. Nothing but the familiar darkness greeted them. The shadow quietly closed the door and began to move to the next one, directly across the hall. It opened it and more darkness poured into the room.

     "Stay here. I'll check the exit and see if it's clear." whispered the shadow. It moved with silence and grace to the final door. It opened the door and the shadow gave way to a beautiful young girl. Her hair was as black as the jail cell. She was wearing all black leather which hugged to her figure tightly. Efreitor was stunned for only a second because the door behind him opened. A man wearing only a pair of pants appeared holding a torch which filled the small hallway with light. His mouth opened to speak but before words came out a dagger went in. The man stubbled back stunned and reaching for his mouth. Efreitor was pushed to the floor and the girl sank another dagger into his heart. The man coughed blood onto the girls hair. She didn't faulter in her assault. She ripped the dagger from his heart and slit it straight across his throat. She stepped back, careful not to get the first surge of blood from the jugular on her. The man lay there motionless, as his throat spat out waves of blood. She quickly grabbed the man under the arms and dragged him through the door on the other side of the hallway. Efreitor lay there stunned.

     "Alright, looks like we have to go, now." she said. She grabbed his arm and started to drag him to the exit.

     "Hold on, whats going on? Who are you, what's going on?" Efreitor said.

     "Why do you care? You got a free ticket out of jail. Tell you what if you don't bug me the rest of the way I'll fill you in on some details. Deal? Now lets go." she pulled him toward the exit again and they slipped into the next room. It was well lit and circular. There was four doors with the guard insignia on them. There was a desk in the middle of the room cluttered with parchment. She pulled Efreitor toward the door off to the left and then stopped suddenly before opening it. She slowly opened it and peeked outside. Then she closed it and looked around. She looked at a ladder in the corner which led up to the next floor.

     "Follow me, we have to find a way past those guards out there. I think I have an idea." she said. She started walking toward the ladder with Efreitor right behind.

Reviews

[SAAV13]

It's really good. It's a great start to a story. I think you should change the "probably a product" part. I don't know. That's just my opinion though. Its still good. (:

[Kyle Thomson]

Someone has been readin some In Cold Blood, haven't they? :P Good descriptiveness Mr. Hascal.