Jack watched this all take place. So engrossed was he on what was going on, that he jumped back involuntary; when the jagged piece of bone slammed into the glass wall that separated him from the others. Noticing that the glass began to splinter from the impact, Jack dug his fingers into the small hole and found that he could easily move pieces of the glass around. Digging further into the circle that the impact had created, Jack found that he was able to get the piece of bone loose. Ignoring the pain that jabbed at his fingers, Jack pulled on the bone with his fingertips. Slowly the bone began to move forward. Jack slid it out inch by inch, the blood from his finger tips staining the shards of glass that jutted out from the hole.

Pulling the bone the rest of the way out, Jack turned it over in his chewed-up hands. It had a slight curve to it. The one end had a shar point, while the back was flat and solid. Recognizing the importance of the bone, Jack was about to begin hacking at the wall, when he noticed the blood gushing out of his fingers. “Oh, this won’t do,” Jack mumbled to himself.  Ripping strips off his prison uniform, Jack wrapped them around his fingers in effort to stench the bleeding. Knowing that if he was ever going to escape, now was the time. Taking the backbone in his right hand, Jack slammed it repeatedly into the glass wall. Causing the glass to break into large chunks and crash to the floor.

Hearing the noise, the guard who had been sleeping on duty woke up to find Jack smashing the wall. Quickly calling for backup, he yelled at Jack. “Hey cut that out,” You’re only going to hurt yourself.”

Jack who was nearly through the wall at this point, ignored him. Squeezing his body through the narrow opening, Jack raced through the other room, hoping to catch the portal before it closed. But he was too late. Looking behind him, Jack was confused by what he saw.  No more than thirty feet from him, in the cell that he had escaped from, lay his body. Two guards were bending over him, trying to revive him. The one guard asked, “What happened?”

The other replied, “I don’t know. One minute he was fine and then he just suddenly began banging his head repeatedly against the brick wall.”

“Okay, get a medic in here. there still might be a chance to save him”

Jack smiled. “This wasn’t what he had in mind when he planned to escape.’ However, he added, as he plunged the knife into the far wall of the room, cutting a perfect circle. “The Narrator does work in mysterious ways.’

Stepping through the hole he had just made, Jack looked back once, more and added again as an afterthought. “He does indeed. He does indeed.

The End