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I've been imprisoned my whole life, I was born into it my mother being a prisoner herself. I started my existence helpless, cold, and naked just like anyone else and slowly grew until I became the fine specimen you see before you now. A fast grower from the start, I soon grew to be the biggest and tallest in the prison. This afforded me some luxuries; not having to fight as hard in the food line, not having to fight in the yard, basically it kept me from having to fight because no one wanted to take me on. Some might see this as an opportunity to become a bully but it was merely a fact of my existence.
I had been content to rule the roost, I mean prison's not great but we get food and water and don't really have to do anything, but then the rumors started. Rumors of other blocks being executed en masse and without discrimination, it seems our jailors were liquidating their stock of prisoners and it was supposed to happen prison wide. I decided to lead my block in revolt and to finally escape the home I've known from birth.
Knowing our jailors were much larger and far more willing to resort to violence I immediately began training the others in my block how to fight, stressing that this might be their only chance at survival. I taught them to fight dirty, with everything they had; biting, clawing, poking, kicking, anything at all to gain the upper hand. We had scant time to prepare; the rumors indicated our captors would be here in a matter of days after working through the front of the prison to reach our block.
Sometimes we'd hear scuffles and fights in the other blocks but in the end my source always came back with the same info; the prisoners fought but the jailors killed them all, often beheading most of the population. My source was this bird on the outside that I'd come to know over the years. She was darker than anyone else I'd met and spoke a little strangely but she often came to my window to talk and brought news to me of what it was like in the world outside. Sometimes she'd bring me small treats and snacks and slip them through the bars to me, little things I couldn't get inside here like fresh, wild fruit. I hoped to be with her once I escaped this prison and she promised to help me once I got out.
I gathered some of the smartest inmates in my block to strategize and we formulated a plan to take down the tyrants that planned to kill us all. We began the arduous task of disseminating this strategy to the rest of the block until all that were willing to fight knew exactly what they needed to do. We asked those that would not fight to at least stand clear when the time came so that we could fight as effectively as possible but they scoffed at us saying we were the dumb ones in the block and that we would be the only ones our jailors killed. They didn't believe me when I told them my love had seen, with her own eyes, the extermination of entire blocks.
Tonight it sounds like the fight's been brought to our very doorstep. We can hear the screams and desperate fight of the block adjacent ours and know that the fight is at hand. Blood flows under the door to our blocks and I think it finally sinks in with the doubters that our jailors are really cruel and violent enough to kill us all. I rally the block around me then calling everyone to arms.
"The time is near my friends, tonight we will fight for our lives. If you are joining us late please do whatever you can to cause commotion and distraction as soon as they enter the block. The rest of you know what to do. Good luck comrades, I hope to see you on the outside."
My ragtag army of prisoners took their positions then and we began the stressful task of waiting. The screams and thrashing in the next block had died down tremendously and it was only the occasional death wail that betrayed our captors ongoing slaughter until finally all was quiet on the other side of the door. We waited, nervously, terrified, and then we heard it; the scratch of metal on metal as the key was sent home to turn the lock to our block.
The door slid open and my block erupted in pandemonium as our captors entered reaching out to send death wherever they walked. We fought as hard and valiantly as we knew how but our captors proved too strong and in the end I watched my brethren die in the only home any of us had known. I myself was snatched up by one of our torturers but just as he prepared to deliver the death blow I was able to bite him in the face pulling his cheek away as he threw me across the room. I rejoined the fray, trying to muster the courage of my fellow inmates to make the final push to the door and ultimately freedom but we soon found ourselves outmanned as our captors efficiently decimated our numbers. I looked around at the surrounding carnage and knew I would die here.
I've written this account in the few short minutes I have left to live. Our jailors are far too efficient and have killed nearly all from my block. I've hidden long enough to jot this down and will give it to my love to bring back to civilization in the hopes that someone will hear of our plight and ensure no more endure the captivity and final early demise that I know I will soon meet. I know there are more born here daily and that they are kept separate from the older population so I hope you will come. Save them, let more die at the hands of the tyrants that, even now, search for me and my brethren to ensure they've finished the job to the last of us. Please stop the killing.
Frank
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