
Originally Posted by
SilverPariah
Jason struggled as the guards hurled him into his cell, slamming the door in his face. He sprang back to his feet, smashing at the door with his hands. "Don't you bastards dare touch her!" he yelled. When there was no response, he stepped back and looked at his palm.
The idiots didn't take my key...
He clutched it and pressed his ears to the door. When the footsteps disappeared, he turned and kicked the leg off his bed, which collapsed onto the floor. Thank god for soccer. He picked up the wooden leg and held it as a weapon, then unlocked the door and quietly stepped into the hall. He started to follow the trail of blood drips to Jacks.