you are the nice kind of alien. I really would prefer it if you were the nice kind of aliens, instead of eat your brains kind of aliens, you know what I mean? Ugh, of course you don’t know what I mean. The chances of you being able to understand my language have to be a million to one. No, probably bigger than that, like a trillion to one. Well, I don’t care. I actually feel a little more like myself now that I am talking aloud to ya’ll. I wonder why I didn’t think of this earlier. I could have sung some songs while I worked on trying to break out of this prison. Like Jailhouse rock, from the King of Pop, Mr. Elvis Presley. Maybe something a little more today, ummm…nope can’t think of any prison songs. Some country maybe or I love the band Three Days Grace. Hey, you don’t know what kind of alien thing kidnapped us, do you? Ooh, and are they as evil as I think they are? Do you know why that one dude licked my cheek? He wasn’t trying to see if I would taste good barbequed, was he? Why did he kidnap me in the first place? Why did he kidnap you? Where did he kidnap you from? Y’ all haven’t been to my planet before, have you? ‘Cuz I have to say, I used to think those people that claimed they had been kidnapped by aliens, had really just gotten a hold of some real good moonshine. I may have to apologize to them if I ever get back home. I’m really worried that Mr. Stinky is going to come back soon, so while it was real nice talking to you, unless you can magic us all out of here, I need to get back to trying to break out.”
Taking out her wire cutters and needle nose pliers, she started talking to Red and the others while she worked again. “I really think I may be close. I will leave you my tools so you can break out too, but I have to hide. I just don’t think that I want to be around when ugly gets back. I’m sure as hell not going to wait for him to rape me and I will not sit around to see if he does want to barbeque me. No thanks. Ha! Got you, you sweet sugar you.” So saying she used her needle nose pliers to help her bend down two of the ten bars she had managed to saw through away from her. Once that was accomplished, she judged the opening itself. It would be a tight fit, but she would make it work. She started to bend the other bars towards her.
Packing up her tools, she used her own weight to help bend the other eight bars back as far as she could. She then pushed her purse through the opening and hung it on the two bars she had bent outside of the cage. Taking a deep breath and saying a small prayer she began climbing up the bars. She was going to go out of here feet first.
The red people went crazy, and whispered shouts came from up and down the row. She still couldn’t understand what the heck they were saying, but she got the gist. However, if they kept up the noise it would bring Mr. Stinky back sooner rather than later and she wanted to be gone before that occurred, so with a stern look at Mr. Red and a “Shh! Do you want mister stinky, ugly alien to come back?” she resumed her climb. Since he was the leader, he could tell the rest of his people to shut it up.
Going headfirst only made sense to her as she could drag herself or hop if she broke a leg, but if she went headfirst she could break her neck. Of course, she was going to be very careful not to break anything. The idea was to find a way to hide and escape.
Hailey threaded both feet through the opening and then sat on the edge to get her balance and some advantage to help turn her onto her stomach. She slowly rolled over until her legs were straight out behind her and she balanced on her stomach. Lowering her legs, she looked for something to help hold her weight and control the balance.
There were vertical bars running about every four feet that helped. Reaching under herself with one hand, she pushed her upper body up while reaching above herself to grab a bar. Ducking under the opening, she was now