Journalist story (Part 1)

If crude language offends you, read no further. Here is a story that I wrote back in college for my creative writing class. I'm posting this in parts, so if you want to know what happens, you'll have to come back next week. As I'm posting this one, I'll be writing another story for your personal entertainment.

I woke up in a cold dark cell; it was dirty and gross. I could feel dried mud on my arms, legs, and face-- pretty much anything that wasn’t covered by clothes. I had a splitting headache and no idea why I was here.  “Ugh. I could really go for a hot cup of tea right now, and a warm bath,” I said, not even thinking that anyone was around except for the pacing guard who was currently on the other side of the hallway.

“Well you ain’t gettin’ any of that in here sweetheart,”

I could hardly see the man that was in the cell with me, but I could see that he was fat and had chains around his ankles. His voice was rough and cracked like he hadn’t had anything to drink in a while. I wished he would lick his lips or move his tongue around in his mouth to salivate before he had spoken.

“Why would they put a man and a woman in a cell together? I thought there was some kind of law or something about that?”

“Ain’t no laws here honey, they do as they please. Ain’t nothn you can do about it. Afraid I’m gonna hurt ya? Don’t be scared sweetheart. I’m chained down good and tight.”

“Where the fuck are we?”

“Mexico’s finest prison,”

“A prison? How the hell did I get here? Man I’ve gotta get out,”

“You ain’t goin nowhere sweetheart; they keep you here on their terms. Ain’t no one broke outta here in a long time,”

“Well today’s your lucky day because I’m getting out of here, and so are you,”

“Ah, that’s sweet of you honey, but why d’ya  rekon’ I’m gettn outta here too?”
“Because, you are going to get the guard’s attention and when he comes to check on you, I’m going to knock his sorry ass out,”

“Anything for you sweetheart,” he said, half annoyed, “what do I need to do?”

“First of all, don’t get any ideas. After we get out of here, we have to go in separate directions. I’ve got things to do. I was sent here on a mission,”

“They must have hit you hard when they captured you honey cause you don’t make a lick of sense. Sent here on a mission psh who do you think you are?”

“I’m a journalist for a newspaper, but that’s none of your business. Now be on your toes because when that guard comes back you are going to double over, hold your stomach and start groaning. Make as big of a scene as you can,” I took the rest of the water that was in a bowl set out for me to drink and threw it under him. I wasn’t going to drink it anyways, there was barely any there, and it looked gross, “there, it’s dark enough in here that he’ll think its blood. I’ll freak out and tell him something is wrong with you, when he comes in to check I’ll knock him out and we’ll be free.”

“I can’t be on my toes seeing as how I’m chained to the wall darlin’ but I’ll give it a shot.”

“Shh. Here he comes, go.”

“Marrrggggghh”

“Aaah!” I screamed as daintily as possible, “oh my god you’ve got to help him, he’s bleeding all over the place. Please hurry. Oh my god, what’s wrong with him?”

The guard ran to our cell, pulled out a ring of keys, and quickly opened the door. He came in and the fat man was still groaning like an idiot, I couldn’t believe this worked. When the guard took a close look at the fat man, I kicked him in the head. He fell over unconscious.

“We haven’t got much time, he’ll regain consciousness soon,” I said, rummaging through his pockets. I found a roll of cash, a knife, and a canteen filled with some kind of alcohol. I grabbed the keys, unlocked the chains around the fat man’s ankles. I handed him the keys, a little bit of money, and the canteen.

“Here, don’t spend it all in one place. It was nice knowing you, thanks for your help,” I said as I ran off with the rest of the loot.

The next guard I came across was sitting on a wooden stool. He was asleep, easy target. I quietly enclosed the distance between us. I hit a rock with my foot which woke him up. Before he could call out I slashed his throat. Blood oozed out of his neck as his head fell forward. I grabbed his keys just in case I needed them. He didn’t have as much cash as the last guard, but I pocketed what he had anyways with another knife and ammo for the gun that was strapped to my back.

This place was like a maze. I finally found my way out after killing a dozen or so more guards. I was literally in the fucking middle of nowhere, besides that, I’m obviously wanted, so I can’t just walk up to anyone and ask where the nearest hotel is and expect to be accommodated. I didn’t know what to do so I just ran.