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I swung my length of bed iron around and found Afzit the younger’s gleaming dome. Then I spun around and, knowing the second brother would expect the same to happen to him, I angled the pole down and struck the back of his knee and swept his leg out from under him. I moved with the momentum and brought the pole around.
I thought his head would have lowered due to taking out his knee but that hadn’t turned out to be the case.
Instead, I found his arm. It absorbed the entire blow and knocked him off balance. He hissed through his teeth and pulled his knife arm back.
I blocked it with the pole, then snapped the end of the bludgeon to one side, smacking his cheek. With him dazed, I raised the pole high over my head. Doing so left me open to attack but it would also be the final blow I needed to send him sprawling to the floor.
It worked. The twin struck the floor hard, his blade escaping his hand and skittering across the concrete.
I turned to face the other brother but he was still out cold.
I backed away from the scene, leaving the brothers unconscious.
I hope they stay that way.
I ran to my cell. It opened automatically and I stepped inside. I almost leaped out of my skin at Agatha’s scream.
“W-What’s going on?” she said.
“It’s a riot,” I said. “It’s a riot and the entire prison has gone to hell.”
I didn’t stop moving. I dropped to my knees in front of my bed and reached for the plastic box underneath. I pulled it out and, relieved to find nothing had happened to my beloved device, scooped it up in one hand and moved for the door.
I grabbed the bloodied iron pole in my other hand and made to leave.
Then I caught Agatha’s eye.
The poor thing was terrified. I pushed her from my mind and made to step outside.
I had a much better chance if I went alone. No one to slow me down. No one to get in the way.
But I hesitated.
What would happen to Agatha if I left her here? There was no doubt in my mind.
She would be fucked to within an inch of her life—and that was if she was lucky.
She wasn’t my responsibility. She was a Prize and a fate not much better than the aforementioned awaited her at the end of her long servitude in this place.
And yet, I still didn’t step through that doorway.
There was something special about her, wasn’t there?
The reason I’d chosen her before, the reason I chose any of the Prizes in the past, was due entirely for the accessories they wore. I needed them for the device I clutched in my hand.
Now it was complete. I needed an opportunity to use it and I had it in the form of the riot taking place right now.
The window would not be open forever.
Who knew when I would get a chance like this again?
Try never, the cynical voice in the back of my mind said. Leave her here. She’s a grown woman. She can take care of herself.
But I couldn’t do that.
I couldn’t leave her because after I chose her—no matter the reason—she was now my responsibility. She wouldn’t have been in my room otherwise. She would be in someone else’s or at the Prize Pool.
Would her fate be any better in those places? I didn’t know.
