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I looked sullenly through the bars of my prison. I knew not to touch them anymore, they gave a nasty shock when you do. I would still touch them every now and again, it was some form of entertainment, there wasn't much of that around here. I have taken to sleeping most of the day, eating when food is given to me, and watching the guy in the opposite cell. Watching him was the other thing I would do to pass the time. He was slowly dieing. I'm not sure from what. A disease, cell-sickness, lack of nutrients, natural causes, he was pretty old. All I know is that he was dieing and it entertained me. I started making bets on when he would finally keel over. Three days, three days and they will drag him out to where ever they take the rest of the dead. I wonder if I will be awake for his death. I hope I will be. I want to see if I can see the exact moment his soul leaves his body. That and I want to watch to make sure he has a witness to his passing. I feel that someone should. To kinda testify that he lived at all. And what better way to prove that someone lived then to watch them die.
I was thinking of this when I heard a far away door click open. This was new, they don't normally open the door at this time of day. It shouldn't be meal time, not unless I slept more then I thought I had. I do that sometimes, but this time I'm sure I didn't. I waited patiently for a while before I heard the footfalls of what I can only assume is the lone guard that delivers meals. But it wasn't just one footfall. I could distinctly hear two footfalls echo in the halls of the prison. That can only mean one thing, a new inmate. I wonder if they will bring the new one near my cell so I can see who it is. There is only one other hallway that I have ever heard them take, and it has always been about twenty footfalls before they turn onto it. I waited, fidgeting slightly with my excitement, for the twenty footfalls to pass. Seventeen... eightteen.... nineteen.....twenty.....twenty-one... yes the footfalls are still coming. They are headed my way. I will get to have some more excitement then is normal for my day.
I wait, patiently again for them to come nearer so that I may get a glimpse. I hope they arn't put into a cell before mine. The footfalls get closer and closer and they are near me soon enough. I move myself as close to the cell bars as I can without shocking myself so that I can get a sooner look at the new prisoner. I see the guard pass my cell before I see the prisoner pass. He isn't the meal guard. He is one I have seen only once before, and that is when I was led down this forsaken hallway. So long ago that happened, so long I barely even remember the fact that I was free at one point in time. Before I get caught in my thoughts I get my first glimpse of the new inmate.
He is shackled like I was, wearing ratty shirt and pants they force upon you after they take your clothes away. His long hair covers his face, but his stance is different then most I have seen. He still walks tall, not hunched like a criminal. I move back a into my cell some, intimidated by his self assured bearing. As I move he looks at me and I catch my breath. This isn't a man, but a woman. A woman the likes I have not seen before. She looks at me with such a cold look in her gray eyes. I almost do not notice the rest of her features so fixed am I on her eyes. Her gaze moves from me to the rest of my cell and only when she stops looking at me can I look at the rest of her. She is a pretty woman, even with the black eye and still bleeding lip. You can tell that she isn't used to answering to anyone. Her jaw is set and defiant. Her almond shaped eyes search the room with a purpose and she gives a small sniff of her delicate nose to try and stop it from bleeding anymore. She must have really put up a fight to be treated so. Just before she leaves my sight she looks back at me and for some reason gives a little gasp. I'm not sure why she would give a gasp at all, I don't think I look a fright, but then again, I haven't seen my self for what must be awhile now.
I stare at where the guard and the woman went for a while, watching them closely even though I start to have trouble making them out in the dim light. I wonder for a second if I will see what cell she is put in. But they pass beyond my vision before they stop. I move back into my cell, back to my siting place and look around again. I think of the events that have just transpired and eventually decide to go back to what I was doing and look at the other man again. He is lying on the floor as usual, I haven't seen him move from it for days. I watch him for another minute wondering again when he will die when I notice something odd about him. Its something that I haven't seen before, yet he looks exactly like how I saw him before the prisoner came. I stare for a bit before I notice what is different. His chest, thats what is different it is something with his chest. Or more importantly it is a lack of something with his chest. He has stopped breathing. he has finally passed. He passed two days before I gambled and more importantly, he passed when I was not looking.
I was thinking of this when I heard a far away door click open. This was new, they don't normally open the door at this time of day. It shouldn't be meal time, not unless I slept more then I thought I had. I do that sometimes, but this time I'm sure I didn't. I waited patiently for a while before I heard the footfalls of what I can only assume is the lone guard that delivers meals. But it wasn't just one footfall. I could distinctly hear two footfalls echo in the halls of the prison. That can only mean one thing, a new inmate. I wonder if they will bring the new one near my cell so I can see who it is. There is only one other hallway that I have ever heard them take, and it has always been about twenty footfalls before they turn onto it. I waited, fidgeting slightly with my excitement, for the twenty footfalls to pass. Seventeen... eightteen.... nineteen.....twenty.....twenty-one... yes the footfalls are still coming. They are headed my way. I will get to have some more excitement then is normal for my day.
I wait, patiently again for them to come nearer so that I may get a glimpse. I hope they arn't put into a cell before mine. The footfalls get closer and closer and they are near me soon enough. I move myself as close to the cell bars as I can without shocking myself so that I can get a sooner look at the new prisoner. I see the guard pass my cell before I see the prisoner pass. He isn't the meal guard. He is one I have seen only once before, and that is when I was led down this forsaken hallway. So long ago that happened, so long I barely even remember the fact that I was free at one point in time. Before I get caught in my thoughts I get my first glimpse of the new inmate.
He is shackled like I was, wearing ratty shirt and pants they force upon you after they take your clothes away. His long hair covers his face, but his stance is different then most I have seen. He still walks tall, not hunched like a criminal. I move back a into my cell some, intimidated by his self assured bearing. As I move he looks at me and I catch my breath. This isn't a man, but a woman. A woman the likes I have not seen before. She looks at me with such a cold look in her gray eyes. I almost do not notice the rest of her features so fixed am I on her eyes. Her gaze moves from me to the rest of my cell and only when she stops looking at me can I look at the rest of her. She is a pretty woman, even with the black eye and still bleeding lip. You can tell that she isn't used to answering to anyone. Her jaw is set and defiant. Her almond shaped eyes search the room with a purpose and she gives a small sniff of her delicate nose to try and stop it from bleeding anymore. She must have really put up a fight to be treated so. Just before she leaves my sight she looks back at me and for some reason gives a little gasp. I'm not sure why she would give a gasp at all, I don't think I look a fright, but then again, I haven't seen my self for what must be awhile now.
I stare at where the guard and the woman went for a while, watching them closely even though I start to have trouble making them out in the dim light. I wonder for a second if I will see what cell she is put in. But they pass beyond my vision before they stop. I move back into my cell, back to my siting place and look around again. I think of the events that have just transpired and eventually decide to go back to what I was doing and look at the other man again. He is lying on the floor as usual, I haven't seen him move from it for days. I watch him for another minute wondering again when he will die when I notice something odd about him. Its something that I haven't seen before, yet he looks exactly like how I saw him before the prisoner came. I stare for a bit before I notice what is different. His chest, thats what is different it is something with his chest. Or more importantly it is a lack of something with his chest. He has stopped breathing. he has finally passed. He passed two days before I gambled and more importantly, he passed when I was not looking.