Jailbreak: Betrayal

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Jailbreak: Betrayal

by P. H. Madore

set in Capsa

Shortly after he'd finished masturbating on a

presidential Sunday, Cell Z received a bundleof letters to distribute. He sorted them, found

his, re-sorted them, struck a rationed match

on a hidden flint, and incinerated them all.

Cell Y said to the mail carrier in passing,

"You are an obvious waste of life."

"As opposed to what?"

"An accidental one!" said Cell X.

Monday was Cell A's turn to receive thebundle again. He occupied the majority of his

sentence with a tennis ball.

Being the only literate prisoner, Cell A

shouted the contents to the rest.

"I hate you! Love, your wife!" he

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shouted. "M, that was you."

"I'm coming to get you!" he screamed for

Cell C. "Just like your cousin said last time, C.

Pay him back."

He orated some more.!ere was never

any variation.!e writers were either hatefulor loving. "I'm too tired to read anymore!"

A month passed.!e mail carrier grew a

beard. He had blinking and staring problems.

His shoes clacked. As he pulled his heavy sack

of mail down the hallway, he sang his own

tune. "!ere's no need to fall in love...remain

calm."

Cell M threw a piece of chiseled cementin the mail carrier's direction, missing him,

and told him to find a cockroach quick. In

retaliation the mail carrier stood in front of

Cell M and ate his mail.

"You suck at singing," said Cell N from



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behind. "And we don't appreciate it."

"You owe me thirty bucks, you bastard,"

Cell F insisted.

!e mail carrier blushed and didn't

respond to the accusation. Defiant, he sat in

the middle of the isle and opened a newspaper,flaunting his freedom.

A week more passed during which the mail

carrier and Cells A through C held hushed

discussions.

Cell Z's curiosity was piqued to the point

that he cashed in a favor with his mate, an

overweight rodent by the name of Kemp,

accrued over the course of nineteenconsecutive Black Jack victories. On the

eighteenth game the two bet their lives. Kemp

ground his better judgement into mush and

played the hand. Cell Z grinned madly and

Kemp scurried only to find the same grin on



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the face of every other creature present so he

was forced to barter for Cell Z's protection.

Cell Z settled for a self-replenishing bank of

favors and any loose change Kemp could

scrounge up.

Kemp snuck through the morningtoward Cell A, where stood the mail carrier

going between the last three on the line,

delivering whispered repetitions.

"Fuck these unloyal bastards. C," the

mail carrier whispered.

"Strength in numbers. B."

"!ere will be a rat. A."

"It's sitting in your cell right now. C."

"It doesn't speak fluent English. A."Kemp was was proud of mastering over half

the alphabet with no formal education. He

considered himself not unlike Master Splinter.

"Good point. A."

"Anyways. B."



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"How much? C."

"Yeah. How much? B."

"All of it, of course. A."

!e mail carrier took a break. Cell A

raised his fist in anger.

"!at'll work. MC.""Wait! Who? C." Cell D was roused.

"Yeah! B."

"Seriously. A."

"Me, of course, half-wits," the mail

carrier scolded.

Kemp was more confused than he'd ever

been. He focused the sum of his rodent will on

remembering as much as possible. A new plan

was brewed in his devious little brain even ashe scurried back to Cell Z.

"Pretty much mail won't come to thee, Z,"

said Kemp. "!ese are

plotting for theft of mail in help with mail--"



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Cell Z slapped Kemp and said, "Don't lie

to me!"

"What this lying is?"

"To tell me wrong things."

"!ese are left that I am saying," Kemp

insisted. "!ey talk quiet and I run forth toback hearing them evils. I hear them good.

One say I does not understand but am I still

nosey. He are lying!" Kemp squeaked a notch

as anger took over his miniscule body. "Also

thee B ask me to move in with him. I are wise

to his. I not answer. I pretend one say I does

not understand is left. Paper boy human, he is

going to win from sin of others. He are wrong

two times. I think to bite him in owing thee Zbut I do not because I have lost what it is..."

Kemp looked around perturbed and confused

at having forgotten the term.

"Plague?" Cell Z asked.

"Left, left! Plague," Kemp shrieked. "I



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bite him without, my father tells me as baby

small Kemp, and I will not live to be big strong

Kemp I am. I--"

"Shut up."

Kemp obeyed.

"Anyways," said Cell Z, "You done good.I saved some crust from my sandwich." Cell Z

then took a nap and two days passed.

!e warden was out of town and the night

guard was in slumber when the match was

struck. Cell Z had paid thirty dollars for it to

Cell F.

Cell C tore his roll of toilet paper directly

in half and lit one half. He kicked the ignitingmass into the inner corner of his cell and began

to add other things: stock-piled mail, a blue-

orange jumpsuit, bedsheets. He took the unlit

portion of toilet paper, touched a small part of

it hurriedly to the fire, and passed it to the



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waiting soaked hands of Cell B next door. Cell

B had been in the early stages of planning and

once his own bonfire became steady he

propelled it sliding across the hall to the

waiting arms of Cell A. All three were wearing

makeshift masks made of pantyhose from aweirdo inmate who'd committed suicide via

ingesting his own bile in mass quantities. He'd

bartered the pantyhose and other female

articles for cigarettes, claiming authenticity.

Cell D, who'd not been in on the plan,

nevertheless had a match of his own and

proceeded to do as he'd just witnessed done.

Smoke detectors whined banshee alarm

and soon authorities arrived debatingevacuation or cremation.!e night guard said

the job was too important. He didn't need a

lawsuit from the inevitable survivor. Someone

call the fire department!He was the first dead

when Cell B, one-time professional wrestle-



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maniac, came out of his cage like a raging

canary. He then procured the coveted

keychain and unlocked the cells of his

partners.!ey all in turn worked together at

freeing the rest of the block.

When they reached Cell Z, though chaoswas everywhere around them and the time for

escape had come, the trio hesitated.!ey had

heard things about this one. He'd once

modeled himself after Hannibal Lecter and

spoke to a rat.

"Fuck it, sissies," said Cell B. "He's no

different!"

"Right," said C, unleashing Cell Z.!e

giant came out slowly, gratefully."Which is from Cell B?" asked Cell Z.

"!at's me. Mark."

Cell Z punched Mark in the face, picked

him up, and threw him into the A and C,

bowling a strike.!en he stepped on each of



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their heads like an ancient winemaker and

said, "Fucking idiots. Kemp told me."


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