Jack Kilborn - Endurance

“JD! Come!”

On command JD released the giant’s arm. He shot through the door just as she was slamming it on Millard. Incredibly, the key was on a key ring and still in the lock—Millard must not have had any pockets in the Ronald suit. Maria turned the key, locking him in, and then backed away from the door.

It shook, but didn’t open. Millard was trapped.

“Nice job, JD. JD?”

Maria looked around. The dog had taken off.

“JD!” she called. “Come!”

Frantic thoughts invaded her mind.

Did I leave him in there with Millard?

No. He got out. I know he got out.

So where is he?

“JD!”

Maria had never seen the hallways down here; they always put a hood on her when she was out of her cell. The corridor walls were stone and concrete, crumbling with age. The floors were dirt. Light came from bare bulbs, hanging from the ceiling by extension cords. The hallway itself was actually more like a tunnel, curving left and right with no logical direction.

“JD!” Maria yelled again. She knew she was due for a complete mental breakdown. A physical one as well—having that freak blood in her always made her woozy afterward. But she had to stay strong, had to keep going. Had to capitalize on the opportunity.

“JD!” she implored, begging the universe for the dog to respond.

“ Who’s calling for my dog?”

It was a woman’s voice, coming from farther down the hall. Maria moved slowly, listening for noises and constantly checking behind her. When she rounded a bend, she saw JD, scratching away at a cell door.

“JD! Good boy!” She patted him on the head.

“ Who’s there?”

“I’m Maria,” she told the woman in the cell. “Is JD your dog?”

“ Yeah. Who are you?”

“I’m a prisoner here. Like you. Hold on, let me find the right key.”

Maria fussed with Millard’s key ring, finding the one for the cell on the third try. Upon opening the door, the dog rushed in, licking at the woman’s legs.

She was tall, muscular. A bit dirty, but not a long-time guest.

“I owe your dog several steaks. He saved my—”

“Are those keys?”

Maria nodded. The woman pulled them from Maria’s hands and rushed past.

“Hold on,” Maria said, hurrying after her. “We need to talk.”

“I need to find my daughter. She’s locked up in one of these rooms.”

“We’ll find her,” Maria said. “But you need to know what we’re dealing with here.”

“I know what we’re dealing with. Some real sicko freaks. Kelly! Can you hear me?”

“ Mom!”

Kelly’s mother rushed to the next cell door, fussing with the lock.

“Which key is it? Which goddamn key?”

Maria put a hand on the woman’s shoulder. “Lady, you need to calm down a bit.”

“Calm down? Do you know what these people have done to us?”

Maria rested her hand on the keys. “Look at me. I’ve been here a year. I know what these people can do. And if you don’t listen to me, we aren’t going to get out of here alive.”

The woman looked like she was about ready to throw a punch, and Maria wondered if she just should get the hell out of there, leave them behind.

But the punch didn’t come. Instead, the woman managed to calm herself down. “I’m Letti. Thank you for opening my door. Can you help me with this one?”

Maria nodded, finding the right key. When she unlocked it, there was an intense mother/daughter/dog reunion. Maria was touched. She hadn’t seen a normal person since she’d been abducted, and certainly hadn’t felt love like she was currently witnessing. But they needed to get going. There were other prisoners. And Eleanor had guns, and more psycho children.

A lot more.

“We need to go,” she said.

Letti seemed reluctant to break the embrace with her daughter, but she did so. “Kelly, this is Maria. She just saved out asses.”

“After JD saved mine,” Maria said.

Kelly offered Maria her hand. She looked a lot like her mother.

“There are others down here,” Kelly said. “A pregnant woman, and a boy named Cam. I think he’s your brother.”

Maria’s breath caught. “Did... did you say Cam ?” Without waiting for an answer, Maria cupped her hands to her mouth and yelled, “Cam!”

“Maria!”

Sprinting across the hall, Maria unlocked the next cell door she came to. Seeing Cam—her brother Cam—standing there with a lopsided grin on his face, turned her tear ducts into faucets.

When she hugged him, it was so tight he yelped. Maria threatened to fall apart, the sensation was so overwhelming. For a moment this living nightmare faded away, replaced by happy, childhood memories of safety, security, and love.

“We found you,” Cam said. “Me and Felix. We’ve been looking all year.”

Maria held Cam at arm’s length, her eyes getting wide. “Felix? He’s here?”

“They took him to see a guy named Ronald.”

Ronald? Oh, no...

“Ronald’s not a guy,” Maria said. “He’s a—”

“ Someone help me!”

The female voice came from one cell over. Maria reluctantly let go of Cam and hurried to the next door. The cell’s occupant was older, late thirties, dressed in a tattered house dress. Her hair was long, and just as matted as Maria guessed her own hair to be. The bump on her belly was large enough for her to be in her last trimester.

“Oh, thank God,” the woman said, falling to her knees and weeping. “I’ve been praying for so long to get rescued.”

But Maria wasn’t paying attention. She was thinking of Felix, with Ronald.

I need to get out of here. I need to help him.

“What’s your name?” Letti asked the woman.

“Sue Corall.”

“Are you alone, Sue? Are there other people with you?”

“My husband, Larry.”

“Is your husband here?”

Sue didn’t answer, but her eyes glazed over.

“Sue?”

“I... I think he’s in the next cell. Jimmy... the hunchback... he... he keeps...”

Letti took the keys from Maria, who was staring at the cell door across the hallway.

I know that one. That’s my cell.

I’ll die before I’ll let them put me in there again.

“Oh... Christ.” Letti turned away from the door she just opened. Sue came waddling over, but Letti grabbed her shoulders, refusing to let her see.

“He’s my husband!” Sue implored.

“Sue... you really don’t...”

“Let me go!”

Letti allowed the woman to pass, and Maria made the mistake of following her into the room. The odor hit her first; feces and urine and rot.

But seeing was worse than smelling.

“Whoa,” Cam said.

Sue’s husband was lying on the dirt floor.

At least, what was left of him was.

The man was missing one leg, his left hand, half of his right arm, an ear and an eye. Badly stitched wounds on his torso spoke of other missing parts. His shoulders were also dislocated, cocked out at odd angles.

Strappado. This poor bastard.

Sue shrieked, falling on her knees next to her husband, cradling his head. He moaned at the tender action.

His teeth are gone, too.

Larry said something. Even without teeth, Maria got the gist of it.

“Kill... me. Please... kill... me.”

“Help him,” Sue cried. “Someone help him.”

Maria felt terrible for both of them, but she didn’t see how they’d be able to get him out of there. Larry was in too much pain to even turn his head. Besides, Maria had to find Felix, and fast. It could already be too late.

“He wants to die.” Everyone looked at Cam, who had come into the room. He had an oddly serene look on his face.