in terror and disbelief as a second officer lunged to tackle her to the floor. Much to his own shock and dismay Dennison’s apparent adrenaline rush allowed her to stop him in his tracks, in the struggle she managed to grab him by the front of his shirt lifting him off his feet.
Sophia screamed, “No!”
She threw him backward as if tossing a stuffed teddy bear. His near bone-crushing blow against the wall was anything but that of a stuffed bear tossed, he too dropped face first hitting the concrete floor with a sickening thud; the wall behind him made of solid stone partially caved in from the impact he made.
She then stood there clutching her skull; she appeared to be in excruciating pain shaking like a leaf. In frustration, she screamed pounding on the reinforced observation glass cracking it, her blathering chant changed to, “I…got…I got…to get…out…”
She hit the glass again with a heavier shot giving it a large shatter pattern. It looked as if an aluminum bat had hit it; one more shot would send glass raining everywhere, while on the other side of the glass people screamed backing up terrified at what they were witnessing. As a disoriented Dennison looked to deliver another blow four guards swarmed on her in an attempt for a dog pile…it went horribly wrong.
Armitage watched in disbelief as one woman tossed around correctional officers like rag dolls. There was no finesse to what she was doing; making it obvious that she was not a trained combatant, but her strength apparently was beyond what the four guards could handle combined. In one swipe of her hand, she accidentally backhanded a male guard into a tailspin; in an attempt to break free, she threw an elbow into another’s chest.
The shot lifted him off his feet and folded him in half as he hit the floor back first; he rolled to his side gasping for air as if she broke his sternum; reports would later show that she actually shattered it. The female guard in the mix hung desperately onto one her legs in a failed attempt to bring her down. Dennison’s movements thrashed her around like an ankle biter holding onto a mop as the last male guard having enough grabbed his baton and let loose a skull crushing shot to her skull. It staggered her and drew blood, but she remained standing; he stopped because he stood looking at the same metal baton bent in half.
“What the f…,” said the stunned male officer.
Before he could not finish his sentence, Sophia now with blood dripping down her face from a possible fractured skull and a severe concussion grabbed him by the front of his shirt. She pulled him in on instinct, and then shoved him backwards sending him through the shattered glass hitting a couple of witnesses knocking them down as he slammed into the back wall on the other side. His limp body fell more awkward and painful, as the freight train of a throw knocked all of his senses out of him.
She was in daze as she wiped the blood off her face, as the yelling and screaming now filled the lethal injection room; realizing the window was broken, she advanced to freedom, but felt a weight on her right leg. It was the female officer holding on for dear life.
“Let…me go…please…let me go…,” a still out of it Sophia pleaded.
“I can’t do that Sophia…,” a now terrified female correctional officer returned still bound by duty.
Sophia reached down grabbing her by the front of her shirt pulling her to her feet, lifting her into the air with one arm.
The officer now screamed and held onto Sophia’s arm for dear life while pleading with her, “Please Sophia….you know I got kids…please…”
Sophia tried to reassure her, as she only wanted her to let her go, “I…I’m not…”
Before she could explain to the female officer calming her down, a voice called out, “Dennison!”
BLAM!
Was all that rang out as she staggered back a bit releasing the female officer who scurried away for cover, the front of her
Sophia screamed, “No!”
She threw him backward as if tossing a stuffed teddy bear. His near bone-crushing blow against the wall was anything but that of a stuffed bear tossed, he too dropped face first hitting the concrete floor with a sickening thud; the wall behind him made of solid stone partially caved in from the impact he made.
She then stood there clutching her skull; she appeared to be in excruciating pain shaking like a leaf. In frustration, she screamed pounding on the reinforced observation glass cracking it, her blathering chant changed to, “I…got…I got…to get…out…”
She hit the glass again with a heavier shot giving it a large shatter pattern. It looked as if an aluminum bat had hit it; one more shot would send glass raining everywhere, while on the other side of the glass people screamed backing up terrified at what they were witnessing. As a disoriented Dennison looked to deliver another blow four guards swarmed on her in an attempt for a dog pile…it went horribly wrong.
Armitage watched in disbelief as one woman tossed around correctional officers like rag dolls. There was no finesse to what she was doing; making it obvious that she was not a trained combatant, but her strength apparently was beyond what the four guards could handle combined. In one swipe of her hand, she accidentally backhanded a male guard into a tailspin; in an attempt to break free, she threw an elbow into another’s chest.
The shot lifted him off his feet and folded him in half as he hit the floor back first; he rolled to his side gasping for air as if she broke his sternum; reports would later show that she actually shattered it. The female guard in the mix hung desperately onto one her legs in a failed attempt to bring her down. Dennison’s movements thrashed her around like an ankle biter holding onto a mop as the last male guard having enough grabbed his baton and let loose a skull crushing shot to her skull. It staggered her and drew blood, but she remained standing; he stopped because he stood looking at the same metal baton bent in half.
“What the f…,” said the stunned male officer.
Before he could not finish his sentence, Sophia now with blood dripping down her face from a possible fractured skull and a severe concussion grabbed him by the front of his shirt. She pulled him in on instinct, and then shoved him backwards sending him through the shattered glass hitting a couple of witnesses knocking them down as he slammed into the back wall on the other side. His limp body fell more awkward and painful, as the freight train of a throw knocked all of his senses out of him.
She was in daze as she wiped the blood off her face, as the yelling and screaming now filled the lethal injection room; realizing the window was broken, she advanced to freedom, but felt a weight on her right leg. It was the female officer holding on for dear life.
“Let…me go…please…let me go…,” a still out of it Sophia pleaded.
“I can’t do that Sophia…,” a now terrified female correctional officer returned still bound by duty.
Sophia reached down grabbing her by the front of her shirt pulling her to her feet, lifting her into the air with one arm.
The officer now screamed and held onto Sophia’s arm for dear life while pleading with her, “Please Sophia….you know I got kids…please…”
Sophia tried to reassure her, as she only wanted her to let her go, “I…I’m not…”
Before she could explain to the female officer calming her down, a voice called out, “Dennison!”
BLAM!
Was all that rang out as she staggered back a bit releasing the female officer who scurried away for cover, the front of her
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