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Houdini

Kyle stood and placed his hands behind his head as the guards entered the cell.  He’d been in this cell for two weeks.  He was ready to get out.

The guards cuffed him and he brought his hands down in front of him.  As they began to secure the belt around his waist for the belly chain he unlatched the handcuffs and dropped them on the floor before turning around.

The look of surprise on the guards faces almost made it all worth it.  Almost.  Hendricks drew his nightstick and another guard darted out of the cell and called down the corridor for a lockdown.

Kyle stood straight and faced Hendricks.  He turned his back to him and placed his hands behind his head.  He squeezed his eyes shut in anticipation.  Hendricks would bite, and he did.

Kyle sunk to his knees after the first blow.  He tried to stand and was hit once again.

“I’ll bet you think this is funny too.”  Hendricks growled as he stepped around Kyle to look at his face.

Kyle rolled to one side and looked up at the guard before he narrowed his eyes and grinned at the man.

“I think it’s hysterical.”  Kyle said and forced a laugh that was cut short by a kick to his stomach, courtesy of the meanest son-of-a-bitch to ever wear the guards uniform at Fort Rexford.

Kyle wheezed and couldn’t catch his breath.  He held a hand up in defense and Hendricks kicked him again.  Kyle gasped desperately and was aware of the blow dealt to him with the nightstick.

Aware, but it didn’t concern him.  He couldn’t breathe.  He touched his throat with his hand weakly and saw black spots in his vision.  He direly tried to suck in another breath and he felt one he hadn’t been aware he had escape.  It was a frightening sound.

“Kyle, why is there foam in the lungs of a drowning victim?“  Raines asked the young boy who stood over a body on a cold slab, examining the lung.

“Because of residual breath.”  Kyle replied.  “Residual breath is the air that is left over after the tidal breath of normal respiration has been exhaled.  It is a small amount but enough to make a froth when the water on inspiration upon drowning is mixed with the residual air and mucus.”

Drowning outside of water was the second most frightening feeling he would have in his life.  Kyle gasped again and lost consciousness.

To Be Continued…

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