Escape

A 5-post collection

Challenge #02728-G171: Inner Motivation

I am thou, thou are I, from the sea of thou soul I come forth. Pity a man who yearns for their own protection, and become the spearhead that pierce through the oppression! -- Anon Guest

[AN: Thee, thou, and thy are hard pronouns to use. My grammatical arse had to provide a correction to balm my soul: "I am thee, and thou art I, from the sea of thy soul I come forth." I have no idea why, but I can conjugate 'Thee' on instinct. Call it a gift. This is also something possibly three other people on the whole world care about. Also: Offensensitivity warning for depictions of domestic abuse]

Sometimes, you can actually hear the moment when an intelligent being snaps. Sometimes it's just a crack, like someone realigning their knuckles. Sometimes, it's a sound similar to glass surrendering to immense pressures. When Shan snapped, it sounded like a slab of granite sundered by a sudden impact.

"You're right," she said. It was Shan's voice. It was his body doing the talking, but the new being with those words wasn't the Shan who had been progressively whittled down to less than nothing by his abuser. "You could kill me in so many ways. You can make certain the world never knows I'm gone. You can beat me and hurt me and make my life so very painful." His arm moved of its own volition. Striking out so suddenly as if it had forgotten the carving knife in his hand. "You made me need you, but I don't need you."

The knife sunk in. Past clothing. Past skin. Through internal organs and only halting when it was embedded in bone. The creature who was now within Shan regarded it all with clinical fascination. She will threaten jail. She will say I owe her. She will threaten. She will hurt me. Shan was used to it all.

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Challenge #02242-F052: A Critical Lack

"Talk."

"I won't talk even if you torture me."

"Then talk or we'll execute the hostages."

"If I don't talk you'll execute unarmed civilians, including women and children ?"

"Yes !"

"That's the first time you're dealing with Humans, right?" -- Anon Guest

"What does that even mean?" Kyarth frowned at the Human Leader. They were captive. They were all captive. Held helpless and under watch by the strongest of the Ryhijov. They were without any kind of escape, any kind of hope. The

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Challenge #02061-E237: Escape the Camp

(Person 1): "What did you get in your care package from home?"

(Person 2, happily): "Military-grade explosives!" -- TheDragonsFlame

The weatherproof box said 'Plasticine' and contained some ridiculously disproportionate cartoon characters on it. Inside were wax-paper wrapped blocks of brightly-coloured stuff that one might expect to be plasticine. But, to a non-casual observer, it wasn't... quite... plasticine.

It was amazing that the guards let it past, to be honest. But then again, Monty and the boys had been spending months on putting

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Challenge #01647-D186: Bad Eggs in One Basket

[On the idea of putting two Deathworlders in the one cage you have that you think can hold them]

Yeah, I mean, it's like storing all your plutonium cores in the same spot. Can't hurt right? They'll all be contained in a reinforced area anyways... -- RecklessPrudence

It was the perfect prison. Re-enforced cerametal[1] with smooth, vertical sides. The only way in or out was through a hole in the ceiling. Which was well out of the human's reach.

The human,

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Challenge #01435-C340: Slow Progress

Don't put my ai into something and expect me to be nice to you. -- SeaDragon1012

"Got'cha body," said Gunther, aka call-me-mister-damnit. "Fac'shree sec'nd."

Grammar was still a sticking point. From what she'd seen of the news channels on this planet, a slurring grammar had become normal. Mary let it slide.

"You checked that it was working, right?"

"Yeh, it pass'd full Diag. And it's gotta r'mote thing so y'ull still do the imp'rtant stuff."

Which meant printing him food. Mary had

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