Post by GalaxiaD on Sept 27, 2011 15:58:47 GMT -5
Chapter 16: Escape
The sun peeked through my window once again the next day. It had been another restless night of sleep, as I had had another nightmare involving Smilex. Was I doomed to have one every night? Being imprisoned in this insane asylum, coupled with all of these nightmares, was beginning to take a serious psychological toll on me. But I couldn't let it get to me now. It was time to set my master plan in motion. As if on cue, I once again heard a knock on the giant, steel door in my room.
"Fawcett. Breakfast. Let's go, bub," the guard said as he slid the sliding door open. No hesitation this time. I immediately jolted out of bed and strode confidently to the door. Way too keep it subtle, Brett, I thought to myself. That's when I began to calm myself down a little, as to not attract any unwanted attention. Still, what I was dealing with was a high-risk maneuver. Kyle and I couldn't afford to botch even the slightest details, or we'd end up in here for a much longer period of time. Too long concerning Sunny Falls' fate.
I slid myself into the single file line heading to the mess hall. I didn't see Kyle anywhere in the crowd of kooks, but I figured he'd be down in the mess hall anyway. Upon arrival, I went through the same motions as last time: grabbed a tray, received some unidentifiable slop, and sat at the same table as the day before. All I had to do now was wait. My gaze trailed off to the corner of the room, and I noticed yet another guard; a white man, wearing sunglasses like the black guard from before. I could make out a holster on his belt, confirming that he had a gun. Perfect, I thought. Everything was coming together.
After a couple minutes, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to find Kyle, his face beaming with ambition. I could tell that he was every bit as excited and determined as I was. I gave him a nod, and he took his seat next to me. We both took a quick survey of the room, our gaze meeting the sole guard in the corner once again. The other inmates were either mumbling gibberish to themselves, making sculptures out of their slop, or laughing maniacally. The chefs of the mess hall were still busy piling slop onto other inmates' trays. Good, everyone was distracted. Kyle and I couldn't contain ourselves anymore. I gave him the signal, a simple flex of my right bicep, and that's when Kyle stood over me, menacingly.
"The fuck did you say about my mother?!" Kyle shouted. The room fell silent, with the guard looking on in mild curiosity. I stood up to meet his gaze with my own.
"You heard me, you little bitch!" I shouted back. We stared into each other's eyes, trying to see who could be the most intimidating. The guard began to slip a hand over his nightstick. With that, I gave Kyle the second signal, a wink. Without hesitation, he hit me in the jaw with a hard right. I fell to the ground, but Kyle wasn't finished yet. He knelt over me and grabbed my chin.
"I'll break you!" he shouted, as he launched another right into my face. The inmates were going crazy over this violent spectacle. Kyle played to the crowd, lifting his arms up for encouragement of applause. That was my chance. I grabbed the collar of his shirt and launched a right of my own into his jaw. Kyle fell back, now laying in front of me. He didn't seem phased, though.
"You hit like a child!" he jeered. At that moment, the guard came up to me, his nightstick withdrawn. He was going to put a stop to the fight, but not before Kyle interrupted.
"Hey, cocksucker!" Kyle shouted at the guard. The guard whipped around to find a smug grin overtaking Kyle's face. The guard wasn't going to have any of it. He angrily began to beat Kyle with his nightstick. Just as planned. With the guard distracted, I got up, picked up my metal tray, and slammed it over the back of the guard's head as hard as I could. He crumpled to the ground, unconscious. This action set off massive applause from the inmates. I gave Kyle a hand, which he gladly accepted as I helped him up. We were battered and bruised, but we were still standing. That was the important part. I hunched over the guard's body and pulled out the gun from his holster. A SIG Sauer P226. My favorite pistol.
At that moment, the crowd became a little uneasy, and the chefs began to scramble back into the kitchen. I aimed my newly acquired firearm at the rest of the inmates.
"Kyle and I are busting out of here, no one else!" I announced. "If anyone moves, they will be shot!" The inmates raised their hands into the air and didn't make any sudden movements. With my gun still aimed at them, Kyle and I moved our way around the crowd and towards the staircase that would lead to freedom. Just when it seemed that we had made it, the doors swung open, and the black guard from before stepped into the mess hall. I immediately aimed my gun at him, and the guard responded by lifting his hands up.
"The hell are you doing, bub?!" he asked nervously.
"Busting out of here," I said nonchalantly. "But not before you give your gun to my friend here."
"Gun? I have no gun," he said.
"You think I'm fucking stupid?" I asked angrily. "I can see the damn holster on your belt. Now slide it over here, or I will shoot you." The guard began to slowly reach for his gun.
"And don't even think about pointing that gun at me," I added. "I guarantee I'll shoot you before you shoot me." The guard slipped his SIG Sauer P226 carefully from his holster.
"Now, put it on the ground and slide it over here," I said. The guard wasn't about to do anything stupid. Shaking with nervousness, he gently placed the gun on the ground, then slid it near my feet.
"There you go, Kyle," I said. "Pick it up." Kyle bent over and grabbed the gun. Now we were both armed and dangerous. Once again, just as planned. We slowly backed away towards the staircase once more. Then, we turned around and ran for our lives. I don't think I've ever stormed down a flight of stairs as fast as I did here, and Kyle made sure to keep up. At last, we reached the bottom, and saw a door with a glowing red "EXIT" sign above it. We busted through it without hesitation, and found ourselves in an alleyway. To the left of us was an abandoned lot, that would most likely have a car we could hijack. To the right, the hustle and bustle of Downtown Sunny Falls, where we would surely be caught. We rushed to the left, hoping to come across a car.
As luck would have it, an old man was preparing to unlock the door to his 1969 Pontiac Firebird. Sweet, we get to escape in style, I thought to myself. I felt bad when I aimed my gun at the poor guy, especially after seeing his reaction. He damn near had a heart attack. Nevertheless, I made it clear that I wouldn't hurt him as long as he gave me the keys to his car. In the distance, I could hear police sirens. Time was of the essence.
The old man threw his keys at us, which Kyle caught with a single hand. The old man then stumbled away, shaking as we rushed for our new ride. I got the automobile unlocked and plopped myself into the driver's seat, while Kyle rode shotgun. The sirens were getting louder now. The cops were quickly approaching, and we had to act fast. I started up the car and floored it, busting out of the lot and onto the open streets of the city. I quickly regained control and drove at a leisurely pace, hoping not to attract any unwanted attention. As we drove, we could hear the sirens getting quieter. They had most likely stopped at the insane asylum, hoping to cut off our exit route, but they were too late. We had succeeded. We were free men.
Kyle and I let out a triumphant cheer and high-fived each other in celebration. But we couldn't celebrate for long. We were free now, but we were still on the lam. We were now wanted criminals. Nevertheless, we could only hope to lay low back in the suburbs of Sunny Falls and hope they don't catch us. As for Xavier and Coty, we'd have to pay them a visit sometime later. For now, all we could do was run. Not away from the cops, but towards our destiny. Somehow, we had to reorganize the group, and bring Smilex to an untimely end. But how?
The escape from the insane asylum was a success, but how long can they remain on the lam? What are Xavier and Coty up to? And can Smilex be stopped? Find out in the next exciting chapter of "Smile"!