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Prisoner

7 if you can't beat 'em, join 'em

I awoke slowly, feeling slightly better. It was dark; the only light in the cave was the warm glow of the dying fire. I heard voices a little ways off, and I turned my head to see Harry and the soldier I had brought back sitting near the fire. I slowly sat up from my place on a rock and wandered over to them.

"Hi," I whispered, rubbing my eyes then warming my hands by the flame.

"Sleep well?" Harry asked me quietly.

I nodded. "How long did I sleep?"

"Not long," Harry said, stoking the fire with a stick. "Four hours according to your watch."

I glanced down at my watch and found that he was indeed right. It was a little after eleven p.m.

"Niall and I were just discussing a plan," Harry said, leaning back against the rock wall.

I have him a quizzical look, and then he motioned to the other person in our midst; for the first time I noticed that he wasn't tied or anything. "He's not actually a soldier."

I turned to the blonde, eyebrow cocked.He sighed, scratching the back of his neck. "I took the uniform from a dead soldier and escaped with my friend," he quickly explained. "That's what happened in a nutshell."

"Oh," I said, still confused. "Where's your friend, then?"

Niall sighed deeply, averting his blue-eyed gaze. "I lost him in the woods when we were running." He ran a hand over his now bandaged leg, and I couldn't help but wonder again how he had been shot; what he had gone through to be free. "Harry said you guys would help find him when you leave."

I nodded in agreement, turning back to Harry.

"Leaving the cave ASAP is essential. The sooner we get a move on, the more of a chance we have of surviving this thing," Harry said, voice echoing around the small space.

"We need more supplies," I said. I didn't know how we would acquire the things we needed; we were in the middle of nowhere.

"I don't have many supplies, but what I do have can help us," Niall piped up again.

I gave him a grateful look, and then became thoughtfully silent. Harry stood to get the pack of cigarettes from his backpack, and Niall chewed his fingernail, staring off into space.

"I don't know what your plan is of evading the government and rescuing everybody. It just doesn't seem possible to me to get out of it alive," Harry broke the silence, looking at me. The flames reflected off his green eyes, giving them a dark and mysterious appearance to match his character.

I didn't know the answer to that either. I didn't have a plan. Even after sitting in that jail cell for years, I still hadn't come up with one. I just didn't know enough about what the government was up to to try and stop them yet.

"I don't know either," I admitted out loud. "I don't know enough about them yet."

Harry sighed exasperatedly, running a hand through his messy hair. He looked like be was deep in thought again, so I turned to Niall and changed the subject.

"What a brilliant idea though," I said. "posing as a soldier to escape."

Niall chuckled. "Well, the saying goes "if you can't beat 'em, join 'em"," he laughed.

I laughed along with him, but we were interrupted when Harry suddenly stood up and walked over to the other side of the cave where he lit a cigarette.

Niall and I exchanged quizzical looks, and I stood up, mumbling to the blonde that I would go see what Harry's problem was.

He was lazily leaned against the cave wall, breathing out the white smoke from his cigarette. He looked majestic and peaceful, but I knew better. He was thinking about something, and I was going to find out what.

"What's wrong?" I asked bluntly, standing beside him.

"What makes you think something's wrong?" He muttered, not meeting my eyes. He was hiding something. I was good at reading him even though I had only known him for a couple of days; he was like an open book.

"You're hiding something, Harry," I said.

He sighed exasperatedly, the white smoke billowing out from between his lips. "Want a cigarette?" He completely ignored what I had just said, holding out the pack of white sticks to me.

I growled, shoving his hand away. "Harry, tell me what's going on," I prodded.

He finally met my eyes, and I gasped when I saw how angry they were. The green in his irises had magnified, almost glistening with a mysterious hatred that seemed to be directed toward me.

"Why the fuck do you not have an escape plan?!" He exploded, stepping forward. "All that time in that damn cell, and you haven't come up with anything!" His voice rose in decibels, and his finger stabbed the air in front of me.

Anger of my own welled up inside me, anger at the government for being narcissistic bastards, anger at the soldiers for obeying them, and anger at Harry for thinking everything was my fault and not being grateful for escaping. After all, we could have been dead right now.

I lashed out at him. I balled my hand into a fist and hit him square in the nose. The force from my punch and surprise of it was enough to send him reeling back into the wall, and I took a deep breath to calm myself.

"I don't deserve to be yelled at, Harry. It's not my fucking fault that the government decided to lock us up," I said, voice low and quivering. I struggled to remain as tranquil as possible, forcing down the boiling feelings and barely keeping myself from punching Harry again.
I turned, walking back toward the fire.

"I wish they hadn't put me in that cell with you," Harry muttered after me as he wiped blood from his nose, and I chuckled humorlessly at how childish he was acting.

"Me too."

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