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Tristana was huddled in a cavern near the Pacific Ocean when the Feds closed in. There were still shreds of human flesh under her fingernails when the serial killer surrendered to the inevitable capture. They could put her behind bars, she vowed as they dragged her down the narrow path toward the waiting cars, but she would escape.

And then they'd be sorry. She lashed out at the nearest officer, landing a crippling blow on his kneecap. The remaining men knocked her to the ground and bound her foot and hand to ensure her cooperation.

She was sentenced to a lonely prison for the criminally insane; his only companions the wardens and fellow madmen. Over the next seventeen years, Tristana spent every spare second planning her escape. She studied every weakness in the prison system. She knew every guards movements. She spent several years contriving to get a ground-floor cell so she could dig her way out. That plan nearly succeeded, until she reached bedrock a few feet below the cell floor.

With every failed plan, her anger grew. She would escape this wretched cell if it killed her. As the years passed,Tristana noticed that one elderly prisoner - Old Ben - had become the general handyman and undertaker around the remote prison. It was Old Ben's job to put deceased prisoners into a pine coffin where they lay in state overnight in the prison chapel.

The next morning, Old Ben and the warden would ride out to the cemetery a mile or so outside the prison gates and bury the deceased prisoner. Then the warden left Old Ben behind to fill in the hole while he drove back to the prison for his morning coffee. --------------------------------------- With this knowledge, it didn't take Tristana long to come up with a new escape plan. It was simple.

The next time a prisoner passed away, she would creep into the chapel after dark and slip into the coffin with the dead body. In the morning, the warder and old Ben would take the coffin out of the prison to the cemetery to bury the deceased. As soon as the warden left, old Ben would open the coffin and let Tristana out, with no one the wiser.

It didn't take the serial killer long to befriend Old Ben and get the undertaker to agree to help Tristana gain her freedom. Unfortunately, the prisoners were all very healthy that summer and through the long, colorful autumn that followed. No one caught so much as a chill and when the New Year came with no prisoner fatalities in nearly eight months.

Day after day, she listened for the bell that tolled whenever a prisoner died, but it did not ring. Tristana was tempted to expedite matters by killing someone with her bare hands, but such an action - if discovered - would mean solitary confinement for the serial killer, and she would be unable to enact her brilliant plan. So she waited. And waited.

It was late February when the expected bell tolled dolefully through the prison. Snow was falling in the yard where Tristana marched with her fellow prisoners during their daily exercise routine when the bell tolled. "Wonder who it is this time?" muttered a burly man just ahead of Tristana. The serial killer, hands shaking with joy, could care less who it was. The time had come! Tomorrow, she would be free.

That night, Tristana entered the dark chapel and felt her way to the front. Yes, there was a coffin standing on top of two pine benches. She lifted the lid and the smell of embalming chemicals filled her nostrils. She jerked back a little. Old Ben had done his job well. Tristana groped her way inside the coffin and lay down on top of the inert mass inside. Then she closed the lid.

As she lay in the coffin waiting for dawn, the serial killer felt her skin begin to crawl. She'd killed more than twenty-five people in her life without qualm or remorse, but this death-watch made itch all over.

The chemical smell of the corpse below her made her stomach roil. Only the determination of seventeen years of planning kept her in the coffin. It would soon be over. In the morning, she would be free of this foul air and of her rotting companion. Old Ben would free her as soon as the warden was gone.

Tristana dozed off toward dawn and awakened to feel the coffin shaking as it was lifted of the wooden benches. She heard mumbled voices overhead. Old Ben and the warden must be moving the coffin into the waiting car.

Tristana shivered as the cold February air encompassed the coffin. The constant shaking of the coffin increased her nausea, but Tristana forced down the bile in her throat. Almost free. Almost free. She chanted the words silently in her mind; ignoring the foul smell emanating from her dead companion.

Finally, the car stopped and the coffin was lifted down. Tristana felt a thump as it landed in the bottom of the grave. Her heart thudded with joy. Now was her moment. Now the warden would leave Old Ben to fill in the grave while he went back to the prison to have his morning coffee. Instead, something thudded onto the lid of the coffin just above over Tristana's head.

She strained her eyes against the pitch-darkness of the coffin. It must be the warden, throwing a bit of symbolic dirt onto the coffin at the end of the ceremony. But the thudding continued, and Tristana's heart pounded in sudden fear. They were burying the coffin with her in it! How could that be? After all these years, had the warden chosen this of all days to help frail Old Ben?

The thudding grew fainter as the grave was filled in above Tristana. After a few minutes, the foul air inside the coffin grew thin and hot and the chemical smell was almost overwhelming. Tristana vomited all over her clothes before she could stop herself. She pounded the lid of the coffin in the darkness and shouted: "Come on, Old Ben! Kill the warden if you must! Hurry up...."

Then a terrible thought struck her, making her heart pound in sudden horror. What if...what if... Tristana fumbled in her pocket and pulled out a match. She struck it and in the sudden flickering brightness she turned her head and looked below her.


The End

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