Unconfirmed reports from Rikkers Islands says that one of their inmates has
escaped, and may be in the vacinity, the DJ on Amy Battss car radio reported. Great.
Another thing to worry about, Amy thought as she pulled her car into the parking garage.
It is rumored that the prisoner that alledgedly escaped as a distingising tatoo on his right
hand. Its suppossedly of a snake wrapped around a young girl, the DJ was saying as Amy
parked her car.
It was almost 8:30 on Tuesday night at Smith & Johnsons Law Firm. At the
tender age of 25 Amy landed an intership at the New York law firm. It was great! She
got the chance to aid attorney in cases (mainly by doing reshearch, but hey it will look
great on a resuma).
Other than her footsteps, which echoed through out the parking gargae, the place
was dead silent. If she hadnt forgotten an importin law book she wont even be there.
Amy felt her heart beating wildly as she neared the elevator.
Get a grip Batts, she said to herself. Its not like youre the only person here.
Which was true, a lot of lawarys burned the midnight oil at Smith & Johnson, working
hard to prove their case. Still, she hesated at the elevator.
Amy has always feared elevators. Who could blame her? Think about it for a
minute. You enter a steel cage. You are cut off from all help. You dont know anyone
else in the elevator.
Still, she stood there, forced to decide between her faithful stairs, or the cold,
metal elevator. Theres nothing to be afraid of, Amy told herself. Its just an elevator.
There have been reports of muggings on stairs. The elevator is safer, she rationalized as
she pushed the button to summen the steel box.
The doors swooshed open, and Amy had to step back from the glare of the lights.
Then, very timidly, she stepped inside the death trap, and watched as the doors clanged
together behinde her. Her work area was on the 25th floor. Takeing deep breaths Amy
stared back at herself relected in the mirror like doors. Her long blonde hair was slightly
messed up, and there were bags under her dark brown eyes. She was all alone.
Its not that bad, Amy thought to herself as the elevator slowly asended. No
one else is in here. Im safe. She watched as she passed the first parking garge level,
then the second, and the third. Suddenly the elevator stopped. Amys heart was racing as
the doors opened to reveal a big, musculare man blocking the exit. He stepped inside the
elevator, and pushed the botton for the 16th floor. The doors closed behind him. They
were locked together in a steel cage.
Amy stared at him out of the conner of her eyes. Get a grip, she told herself.
See the white paper bags, hes just a delivery man, her mind said. That didnt help her
though. He was wearing tight jeans, a harley davidson shirt, a ripped jean jacket, and a
blue banndana wrapped around his over gleed, black curly hair. Tatoos covered his body.
Amy took in all of this.
See anything you like? he barked at her. This snapped Amy out of her trance.
Sorry, I didnt mean to stare, she said looking away. They had just passed the
Well, you were, he said. What was so interesting that you couldnt take your
eyes off of it? he asked moveing closer.
It was umm…your tatoos, Amy said quickly as she backed away.
Yeah, I bet, he said obviously losing interest in her.
Tatoos, tatoos, whats so importin about tatoos again, Amy thought to herself
still unable to take her eyes off of him. His right hand…the news repote! Amy realized as
her mind flashed back to the DJs warning of a possiable escape convict.