“Basically, why are you here? I think.”
I asked a final time, and Hugh took a closer look inside the cell at the man, his face rested against the bars. Hugh showed no fear. The man leapt up and took the notepad from the rock. He scurried to the puddle, fiddling for the pencil which lay submerged in the filthy water. I urged him to talk to me.
“Ne!” he harked back at me, as best he could.
His mood had changed. He pulled his hand away from the puddle clutching the pencil, and he scribbled something down on the paper in a hurry, before flinging it towards the bars. It landed behind me. I didn’t pick it up. Instead, I merely looked at it. When I turned back towards the cell, Hector had retreated as far back into the cell as possible once more, crammed against the grimy back wall.
“I say, you there. Behave won’t you? The lady only wants to ask you a few questions,” Hugh said to the man.
Hector Lajunas curled up into the corner of his cell. He …show more content…
The sound of the pencil spearing its way through the soft balls of his eyes was gut-wrenching. The screams echoed through the tunnel. I don’t believe that I had ever witnessed anything so violent, or heard anything so terrible. At least up until that point. The man tossed and turned on the floor of the cell, splashing and kicking puddles of water at all three of us. Eli tried to grab a leg and pull him closer to the bars, but he couldn’t get hold of the squirming man. Everyone screamed. Eli shouted, Hugh shouted. I screamed. Hector screamed, and screamed. Then he stopped. By the time Eli had gotten a good hold of his leg, Hector had stopped kicking. Murky red clouds swirled in the dirty ground water of the prison, but the cell smelt no more foul that it had done prior to the suicide. Silence filled the tunnel, accompanied only by the continual casual dripping of rancid
I asked a final time, and Hugh took a closer look inside the cell at the man, his face rested against the bars. Hugh showed no fear. The man leapt up and took the notepad from the rock. He scurried to the puddle, fiddling for the pencil which lay submerged in the filthy water. I urged him to talk to me.
“Ne!” he harked back at me, as best he could.
His mood had changed. He pulled his hand away from the puddle clutching the pencil, and he scribbled something down on the paper in a hurry, before flinging it towards the bars. It landed behind me. I didn’t pick it up. Instead, I merely looked at it. When I turned back towards the cell, Hector had retreated as far back into the cell as possible once more, crammed against the grimy back wall.
“I say, you there. Behave won’t you? The lady only wants to ask you a few questions,” Hugh said to the man.
Hector Lajunas curled up into the corner of his cell. He …show more content…
The sound of the pencil spearing its way through the soft balls of his eyes was gut-wrenching. The screams echoed through the tunnel. I don’t believe that I had ever witnessed anything so violent, or heard anything so terrible. At least up until that point. The man tossed and turned on the floor of the cell, splashing and kicking puddles of water at all three of us. Eli tried to grab a leg and pull him closer to the bars, but he couldn’t get hold of the squirming man. Everyone screamed. Eli shouted, Hugh shouted. I screamed. Hector screamed, and screamed. Then he stopped. By the time Eli had gotten a good hold of his leg, Hector had stopped kicking. Murky red clouds swirled in the dirty ground water of the prison, but the cell smelt no more foul that it had done prior to the suicide. Silence filled the tunnel, accompanied only by the continual casual dripping of rancid