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Escape from Cossol

 
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PostPosted: Wed Feb 05, 2014 9:13 pm    Post subject: Escape from Cossol Reply with quote

“You figure we’ll ever make it out of here, Douglas?”

Two men sat in a small, dank cell. The only light to see by came through a slit in the wall above their heads, but even that was mostly blocked by the rolling clouds outside and the heavy rainfall that poured down over the city. Water trickled down the stone and onto the first man’s head. The sudden cold made him jump, but he soon settled and instead relished in that sensation. It was inexplicably hot in that cell.

“Ain’t a cell in the world that can hold me for long, Wright.”

The two men addressed each other as such. One was Douglas and the other Wright. They had never met before the day Wright was thrown in headfirst. Douglas had been there for a month already, by his telling of it. They spoke little at first, but as time went by and boredom grew the men grew to know each other a little more and more. Douglas’ first name was Glenn, he was the son of a sheriff from a town not far from here. He’d ran with a few gangs and shot a handful of men and now he was waiting out his sentence, which was as good as an execution in its own right.

Wright’s first name was Morgan and he too came from a town not far off. But his old man was a doctor who was killed by a gang not unlike the ones Douglas ran with. He hated Douglas on principle alone at first, but being confined to a closed space for so long warmed you up. That was the only way to stop himself from going mad in the dark. The guards forgot to feed them a lot, so both were lean and hungry but too weak to stir up much of a fuss about it. On a good week they’d get two, maybe three meals.

“What're you in for?” Douglas asked for the thousandth time. Wright had done everything he could to get that question out of mind.

“I sold my soul,” he said at last. It was a conversation he’d hoped to avoid, he’d been dreading it. No one liked men such as he and Douglas, he knew, was capable of tearing his throat out even now.

“Sold your soul, huh?” Douglas spit something into the stone and sat with his back against the metal door, staring through the dark at Wright. “What for?”

“What does anyone sell their soul for, Douglas? Money? Power? Women?” he smiled wryly and put his hands together. His fingers kneaded against one another and when they spread, a light flickered in and out and tiny lines of green quivered in the air. It was weak and faded quick and that alone left Wright feeling worse than before.

“Power, I’d say,” Douglas observed with a snort. “Sold your soul for a few tricks.”

“Not tricks, Douglas. I sold it to take back what’s mine.”

“And what’s that?”

“My life.”


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PostPosted: Wed Feb 05, 2014 9:13 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

The fire cast wicked shadows on the wall and the smoke made it increasingly difficult to see. The two men walked like shambling corpses, their limbs too thin and weak to carry them with any haste. They leaned on each other like a crutch and one held in his hand an old revolver with a smoking barrel while the other, a small orb of light that cast green to mix with the orange and red. Wood was splintering and exploding in all directions and men screamed as their flesh boiled. Together Douglas and Wright walked out of the burning remains of the old jailhouse and into the dusty streets of Cossol and limped through the panicked crowd of people rushing to figure out what was going on.

That light died from Wright’s hand as he squeezed it shut and Douglas tucked the gun away behind the coat he’d stolen from a now dead deputy. They were two specters in the chaos, shadows unseen as the world rushed around them. Just down the way where a line had started to deliver pails of water to the burning building the two men founded some horses hitched to a post. Douglas helped Wright onto the brown beast with white spots while he took the white one and together, the two rode off into the hills outside town.

After a couple hours of riding they stopped at an old shack and looked over at one another.

“No offense, Douglas, but you ain’t the sort of man I like to travel with.”

“None taken. I wouldn’t want you stealin’ what soul I got left.”

“Hope your road takes you to the right place.”

“Yeah,” Douglas paused and looked at the gun he’d stolen from the deputy. “Hope you get your life back. Hope I never see you again, neither. I’m not soon gonna forget what happened in Cossol.”

“Neither am I.”

The two parted ways at that shack, Douglas went west while Wright headed north and each tried to put the other out of sight and mind.
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