Chapter 5- Katie
Chapter 5
The dungeon was dark and humid, there were iron bars blocking us from getting out. I coughed and said "So, how strong are you?" He grinned. Jon grasped the bars of the cell and ripped them off the wall. Suddenly, a new set of bars rose up through the ground and blocked our path. His smile faded and he slumped against the wall, mumbling. Then he got a new idea, he walked over to the tiny window and smashed it. But the same thing happened. Another window came through the wall and stood in the small hole Jon had made. He tried to crush everything. the wall, the floor, anything he could reach. But there was no hope.
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One of the men shoved a plate with food under the bars. I grabbed a moldy sandwich and Jon took a cold can of pea soup. I gobbled down the sandwich really quickly but he was already finished. We were starving! Life in that dark, tiny cell wasn't very fun, but we got two meals a day, and that was how we kept track of time. We were in there for five days until we couldn't take it anymore. "We need to do something about this." said Jon. I agreed.
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"I wish I knew how!" I thought. Jon stared at me. "What?" I asked. "I can hear your thoughts!" Jon said excitedly. I stared back. “What am I thinking about right now?” I said eagerly. I was thinking about a nice, juicy, delicious apple pie. Jon`s face scrunched up with concentration. “Apple pie!” he shouted triumphantly. I grinned. “We could use this to get out of here! But how?” Suddenly, I heard a low voice inside my head. “ I wonder if there are more people like me? I need help! There`s a crazy guy following me everywhere. ” it said. My smile faded while I looked at Jonathan, bewildered. He shrugged. “There are!” I thought. There was no reply. “Jon! There are more people like us! We need to find that kid!” I said. He nodded. “Maybe if we're fast enough, I can smash the bars and we can run through!” I stared at him. “You know how fast those bars come back up right?” I said worried. Jon smiled. It was our only hope.
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Jon grasped the bars in his hand and took them off the wall. “Hurry!” he said. I jumped over the rising bars and took Jon’s hand. I pulled and Jonathan pushed until he got himself over the bars. “That was the easy part!” he said grumpily, “Now we have to get past the guards. Follow me.” He sneaked past all the empty jail cells and peeked around the corner. Jon waved his hand at me to show it was all clear. We squished ourselves against the wall, slowly walking forward. Then we got to the door. It was large and rustic, hard to get through but not for us. Jon could easily rip it off the wall. But the moment he touched it an electrical current swept through him. Within seconds, he lay unconscious on the cold floor.