Not so Bloody Mess

As I heard the thumping footsteps of the guard towards my cell, I begin to ready myself, and prepare for the eventual assassination. Although I have done this before, my heart still thumps uncontrollably, and it took a few deep breaths to calm myself down. 

“What do you need?” The guard screeched in a voice filled with annoyance as he stumbled the last few steps towards my cell. 

“Oh nothing too important, just-” My sentence trailed off as I quickly swung my arms around the guard’s neck through the bars of the jailcell, and pinned him into a headlock. The struggle was intense but life quickly began to slip out of him as time went on. Finally, after what seemed like hours, but was only a few minutes, the body became limp, and I supported him to the ground to lighten the fall, and reduce the noise. After catching my breath quickly, I began to search the guard for a key, which I quickly found to be wrapped around the waist on a strap that also held a pocket knife, which I took for convenience. Unlocking the door was a breeze, and sneaking past the poorly placed guards with little experience was child’s play as well. 

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