I found myself getting lost in watching the tall green trees that grew thick around the road. I had never seen trees like this before. Eddie told me they were evergreens. Their branches were full of deep green needles, heavy and dropping over the worn road. I could smell them as we passed. Their musky aroma filled the truck’s cab. It was intoxicating.
I wanted to wander through the dense trees. The bark of the trunks looked rough and thick, small bushes and grasses rising high around the roots. I imagined what it would be like, to sit in the shade of these towering giants, completely covered by their shadows. To hear the birds lightly singing, the breeze rustling the pine needles as the drip of last night’s rain fell to the forest floor.
I wanted to hear the music of the free world.
My thoughts carried me away. I lost track of time. The smell of the trees, the rumble of the old truck, and Reed’s warm hand on my knee wrapped around and pulled me away into a sweet, safe world of my own.
The trees disappeared. Buildings appeared, old and falling apart. We turned on a small two-lane road, and slowed as we made our way into the town. Everything looked dead. I felt a chill as the ghosts of the town covered it in a strange forgotten dust. Windows on the buildings were boarded over, a few which hadn’t been covered now shattered into jagged shards. The entire town had a cold, gray tinge to it. A memory long abandoned, and long forgotten.
Ahead, in the distance just past the town, was the Wall.
It rose high, reaching the tips of the few evergreens that still managed to grow. Razor wire was twisted along its top, casting a web-like shadow down to the dirt below. Eddie rolled his window down. Muffled behind the Wall, we could hear the rolling crash of water.
“Shit,” Reed suddenly hissed, hitting the breaks hard. The truck jerked to a stop, throwing all three of us forward as its wheels dug into the asphalt.
Parked in the road, blocking our passing, were three cars. Their lights flashed, illuminating the three police officers that stood, aiming their guns in our direction.
“Get out of the truck, slowly, with your hands up!” one of the offers yelled.
I looked at Reed. His eyes bore into me, heavy with sorrow. I swallowed, my throat dry, then reached down and squeezed his hand.
“We tried,” I said.
“No,” Reed said in a low voice, his lips barely moving. “This is not it. This is not how it is going to end.”
“Damn right!” Eddie yelled. Before we could stop him, he swung open the door and jumped out.
“I said slowly with your hands up!” the officer called again, his gun now aimed at Eddie.
Reed pushed his door open and climbed out. He lifted his hands above his head, his eyes glued to the second officer who carefully watched him. Motioning for me to follow, Reed stepped away from the truck. I climbed out after him, my hands shaking in the air.
Keeping my face forward, I searched with my eyes for Eddie. He stood on the other side of the truck, his hands clenched into fists at his side. The first officer had his gun locked on Eddie’s chest.
“I will not say it again. Put your hands. In the air. Now.”
Eddie suddenly barreled forward. The officer shot a hand down to his hip, pulled out a smaller gun and aimed it at Eddie’s chest. As Eddie ran towards him, the officer pulled the trigger. Eddie jerked and fell to the ground, his body twitching. I could see two small metal claws dig into his chest, a long wire attaching them to the gun held in the officer’s hand.
The officer watched Eddie twitch on the ground, then took a step towards us. My eyes focused on the officer, watching out of the corner of my eyes as Eddie’s jerking finally stopped.
“Millie 942B, you are in violation of your probationary period. You are now hereby under arrest.” He turned his face to Reed. “Reed Taylor, you have been charged for grand theft auto, breaking of Nation Contract, plotting against the Nation, and kidnapping. You are hereby under arrest.”
The two remaining officers were slowly making their way toward us. I could hear the clink of their handcuffs as they pulled them off of their bulky utility belts. My mouth went dry, my eyes burned against growing tears. Had he just said kidnapping?
Reed moved closer to me. I could feel his raised arm press against mine. I knew he was trying to comfort me, but at that moment his touch only reminded me that somehow I had become responsible for his doom. Reed pressed his arm harder against mine. I could feel it tense.
Perplexed, I looked away from the officer’s cold face. As my vision focused, I saw Eddie. He stood rigidly behind the three officers. Blood dripped down his chest where he had ripped out the metal prongs. His face contorted in rage.
Before I could even gasp, Eddie launched himself at the guards. He tackled both at once, his arms wrapping around their necks as he hauled them to the ground. Never giving them a chance to recover, he started slamming his fists into both of them, screaming in a coarse voice, “Reed, get out of here!”
Reed wrapped his arms around me, his fingers digging into my skin like iron clamps.
“Come on,” he urged in my ear.
I couldn’t move. My feet were cemented to the ground, my eyes glued to Eddie as he pummeled his fists into the two dazed officers. Reed managed to drag me back a few steps, then stopped.
The third officer had aimed his gun at Eddie, and fired. The air cracked with the echo of the bullet shooting out of the small metal barrel. Everything seemed silent for a moment before we heard the dull thud of Eddie dropping to the ground. He clutched at his chest, his shirt deepening in dark red at a sickening rate.
The two officers Eddie had been pummeling stood up, bracing each other as they rubbed their swelling and bruised faces. The one who had shot the gun stepped closer, his sidearm still carefully aimed at Eddie.
Eddie gasped for breath. He squeezed his eyes shut a moment, then turned his head enough to look at us. Cracking a painful smile, he raised a finger and pointed at his matted hair that gleamed like copper in the rising sun.
“S-Stupid… red hair…” he forced out. I could see blood covering his teeth. The officer stood over him now, glaring down at Eddie.
Without another pause, he spun his gun around and bashed the handle hard against Eddie’s head. Eddie flailed once then went limp, his head rolling awkwardly to the side.
The feeling of ice-cold metal shook me from my daze. While we had watched Eddie die, the two battered officers had made their way behind us. My arms were pulled painfully behind me, the handcuffs locking together. I could heard Reed choke a sob next to me, his eyes still watching Eddie as if he hoped his best friend would suddenly sit back up and smile.
The officer who stood over Eddie wiped the butt of his gun off on his pant leg then turned to us. His eyes smoldered in anger, but a smug smile spread on his chubby face.
“You have the right to remain silent,” he said, his voice booming out the dreaded words. “Anything you say can and will be used against you −”
“I will take it from here.”
My body went ice cold. My eyes slowly turned toward the source of the voice that had just cut off the officer’s memorized words.
He emerged from the shadows of a nearby building. His short blonde hair shone in the sunlight, his smile wide as he stepped closer.
“You three are excused,” he said smoothly.
The officer’s eyes widened. “But −”
“I am a Prison GF, officer. I outrank you. And 942B is under probation from my prison. Do I need to cite you on jurisdictional arguments?”
The officer shook his head.
“I will call if I need back-up.” Carl shot the officer a dark look, his jaw clenching. The officer still hadn’t moved. “I said, you three are excused.”
The officer gritted his teeth together, then nodded and quickly headed back to his parked patrol car. The two behind us joined him. We watched as they pulled away down the road, their lights still flashing as they disappeared into the distance.
My eyes slowly moved
back.
Carl was smiling at me.
“Hello, Millie,” he said in a mockingly sweet voice.
Carl walked up to us, hands resting lightly on his utility belt. His eyes trailed over to Reed, taking him in with a smirk. I could hear Reed suck in an angry breath. He knew. He knew this was the guard. There was no way he could doubt it.
Carl chuckled, then suddenly raised his gun and smacked the butt hard on Reed’s head. A small groan escaped Reed’s throat before he toppled down to the paved road.
“No!” I screamed. I fought against the cuffs, but they were holding my arms too tightly behind my back. “No, no, no!”
“Come on, Millie,” Carl said, his fingers locking down on my tensed arm. “Let’s go catch up.”
22
The shadows of the alley loomed ahead.
Carl dragged me toward the alley where his white patrol car waited, my feet constantly stumbling and tripping beneath me. As we passed Eddie, my nose filled with the coppery smell of his blood. It stung my senses, bringing tears to my eyes. I watched him, hoping to see his fingers twitch or eyelids flutter. He didn’t move.
The world had gone quiet. There was no laughter. No happy sighs. No soft voices. All that echoed now was the crunch of our feet on the littered street, Carl’s lofty breath, my grunt as he shoved me into the car and slammed the door shut. Most patrol cars had some sort of barrier between the officers and the criminals. Carl’s didn’t. As he climbed into the driver seat, he reached back and patted my leg, smirking at me before revving the engine and backing out of the alley into the sun.
I felt my head try to turn to look behind us. I knew Eddie lay there, motionless and gone. That just beyond him, motionless in a crumpled mess on the ground, lay Reed. I couldn’t turn my head to look. I couldn’t bear the thought that he too wouldn’t be moving, that he too may be gone to a place I couldn’t free him. All I could do was stare ahead.
“Oh Millie, what trouble you have caused,” Carl said, his voice casual and teasing. “There I was, keeping my eye on you as you picked those stupid apples and bought pretty new clothes, then suddenly you decide it wasn’t good enough for you. You just had to try and leave. You really don’t like to follow orders, do you.”
It didn’t sound like a question. His voice had turned hard and cold, the laughter slowly bleeding away. I didn’t answer. Squirming in my seat, I tried to ease the pain in my shoulders from the cuffs that held my wrists tight behind me.
“If it wasn’t for those inmates sticking up for you, and that stupid young night guard, you would be back where you belong and I would have my way. But no,” Carl spat toward the empty passenger seat. “No, I was the one over-reacting. I was the one who ‘needed a break.’ Even that Dr. Eriks stopped helping me. She thinks I have lost it.” An angry laugh rumbled from his lips, his shoulders barely shaking. “And there you are, picking apples and falling for the first dirt born brat you run across. It is disgusting.”
The car rolled slowly down the old road, passing each boarded up building and hanging street sign without pausing. Carl stared straight ahead, his shoulders stiff. I could see his face in the small rearview mirror, his eyes intense as they stared at the road ahead of us.
“I get what I want,” he continued, his voice growing more intense. “You can’t run away in the night and expect that to change. I have my plans, Millie, and you will not mess them up. That piece of crap lying in the road back there sure as hell won’t mess them up.” Carl finally glanced into the mirror, his eyes locking onto mine. “If only you knew what I have planned for him. Life in prison isn’t good enough. No, I have great plans for your little love back there, Millie.”
I didn’t think. I didn’t pause or question what I was doing. I lunged forward. My body flew over the seat, my shoulder slamming into Carl with all of my weight. Carl yelled out, his hands suddenly cranking the wheel to the right.
The car veered roughly. Our bodies slammed into each other again, my shoulder flaring in pain as it hit the front dash. I could hear the crash before I felt it. The unmistakable crunch of metal as it bent in, meeting with the concrete wall of the old building in front of us, followed by the slow hiss of leaking air.
The impact threw me back, my body slamming roughly into the worn seat. All of the air knocked out of me, leaving me to gasp in ragged breaths. I could hear the crunch as Carl’s body slammed into the door. Chancing a look over, I saw his shoulder pushed up against the door at a bad angle, his head bleeding where it had hit the glass. Carl blinked, the blood dripping into his dazed eyes.
I turned my back to the door and anxiously felt for the metal handle. My fingers groped along the plastic, desperation building inside as I watched Carl blink harder. Finally my fingers slid along the handle’s cool surface. I pulled. The door swung open and my body toppled out, landing painfully on the ground.
Struggling to my feet, I blinked the dirt out of my eyes and tried to get my bearings. My whole body ached. Nothing felt broken, but I could feel the pain of deep bruises along my arm and back. I finally cleared my vision and took a shaky step forward.
A hand clamped down on my bruised arm. I cried out in pain, my knees buckling underneath me as Carl dragged me backwards across the road. I tried to dig my heels into the ground to slow him. It didn’t help.
Carl pulled me up a few cement steps. He stopped long enough to kick in an old wooden door, then pushed me inside and slammed the broken door behind us. My eyes took a moment to adjust in the now dim light. The windows were all carefully boarded over, only letting thin streams of the sunlight to filter in.
To my left was a desk, its surface covered in dust and cracks. Behind it leaned a row of old metal filing cabinets. Everything was covered in the same thick dust. My eyes scanned the rest of the room, coming to a rest on the only remaining wall.
The opposite wall was lined with bars.
Carl turned a key in my handcuffs. They fell to the ground, clanging loudly. Without saying anything, he shoved me into the nearest open cell. I stumbled forward, barely catching myself as I fell to the ground. As I turned, I saw him wipe a stream of blood from his face, the open gash on his forehead still dripping. His chest heaved with angry gasps.
“Amazing little building, don’t you think?” Carl hissed, standing in the small opening of the cell. “Once the Nation rose, they put these all over the place. Holding houses they called them. There was no need for small jails anymore. All those criminals were going to the same place.” Carl ran a finger down the rusted bars. “All they needed were these holding houses, until prison transport could come and whisk away the evil doers.”
I scooted myself back against the cold wall. An image of Maria, battered and almost naked as she huddled in the corner, flashed through my mind. I drew my knees up to my chest.
“Don’t worry, Millie,” Carl said. “I’m not going to hurt you.” A thin smile spread on his face. He straightened his back, wincing in pain as he tried to roll his injured shoulder back. His arm hanged limply at his side, fingers barely moving.
“How did you find me?” I managed to ask.
Carl’s smile widened. “I never lost you.” He leaned on the bars, his arms crossing loosely over his armored chest. “You didn’t think that that bracelet was just for looks, did you?”
I glanced down at the metal bracelet that hung loosely from my wrist. Carl pulled the small device from his belt, the same one all of the guards carried, and casually tossed it from hand to hand. “This is called an ELIS. Electronic Location and Identity Scanner. Your pretty little bracelet there has a chip in it with all of your information on it. This,” he said, tapping the ELIS, “not only knows exactly who you are, but can find you too. You should have listened to your boyfriend when he said he didn’t like it.”
I felt like an idiot. I should have known there was more to this bracelet than my name scratched into its surface. All those years of it being scanned daily, and it had never registered in my mind.
I had given us away.
We had been stopped because of me. Eddie had died, because of me. Reed… I shut my eyes tight, trying to breath.
Carl hit a button on the ELIS. A small orange light started to blink. “This will notify my back up. They will be here soon, to gather the criminal and his dead accomplice outside, and escort them to their sentences.” He let out a low growl. “I cannot wait to be at that hearing.”
Carl tucked the ELIS back into his belt.
“Now, Millie, we need to talk.” He crossed his arms loosely across his chest, wincing again in pain. “I gave you some advice, and you didn’t listen, did you.”
I shook my head.
“Do you think that made me happy?” he asked.
I shook my head again.
“I like you, Millie. I like your spirit. Your brains. Your…” His eyes scanned me a moment. “I like your looks. And I have told you before: I get what I want.”
Carl moved closer. “I like Prison Babies. The best citizens are those born afraid. And boy, are those babies afraid. They will do anything to be the good and the strong. Anything.” He took another step. I could smell his sweat, tinged with hot blood. “So tell me, my little Jail Baby, are you scared?”
I clenched my eyes shut again, my body aching. I could feel his breath near me. The heat of his body was oppressing as it burned too close. I tried to scoot away, but the wall held me where I crouched. Carl chuckled in my ear.
“I believe in this Nation,” he whispered. “I like this Nation. It gives the good what they deserve. And the scum what they have coming to them. Scum like your parents, Millie. And that stupid, stupid guard who tried to help you escape.”
My eyes flicked open. Carl had knelt right next to me, his face only a few inches away from mine. I could smell the sweat on his skin.
“Oh, don’t worry,” he said, the smile spreading once again on his face. “He won’t have any trouble from me. He’s not worth my time. I know he gave you something. What was it?” I clenched my jaw, refusing to answer. Carl chuckled, his voice low and too close. “Doesn’t matter. I will figure it out.”
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