Topic: The Escapee

Gavvix

Date: 2010-06-21 10:27 EST
Gavvix wasn't afraid of the dark. Not like the way some of the other sniveling inmates were. He sat in his cell, on the edge of his lumpy cot with his hands on his knees and his back straight and rigid. The pitch black between him and the opposite wall did little to deter his calm. He could barely hear the whimpers of his neighbor.

He could ear the loud and heavy clack of leather against the metal grating of the walkways outside. Then there was the sound of a lock sliding back, light spilled into the room shortly after. He blinked a few times, eyes watering against the sudden flood and trying to make out the details of the silhouetted guard standing in his door.

"On your feet!" The guard shouted.

Gavvix waited for about ten seconds before complying.

"Back to the door!"

Gavvix turned, putting his back to the man and the door.

"Hands behind your back."

His eyes rolled, hands sliding behind his back to wait. "I know the dance. You don't have to keep reminding me."

"No talking!" The guard commanded, walking forward to slap a thick and heavy metal cuff around his wrist, reaching to do the same to the second.

Gavvix smirked and twisted around, bringing the cuffed arm up quickly while he kneed the man in the gut. His free hand shoved the guard's shoulder while the lowering foot hooked around his ankle, twisting him around entirely. The chain that linked the cuffs was slapped around the man's neck. He reached up to grab it, then pulled back harshly.

The guard gasped for air as he was tugged up, pressing back against Gavvix's chest in a futile attempt to get some slack from the choking hold the man had gotten on him.

"On your feet." Gavvix said calmly, tugging on the chains to reiterate his command.

The man's posture straightened.

"Back to the door." He said next. Both of them turned slowly, putting the guard's back to the door.

"No talking." The chain was pulled free as he stepped back, bringing his foot up for a harsh kick against the man's spine. The guard stumbled forward, falling and slamming his head against the opposite wall.

Once he slumped Gavvix walked over and pilfered his body for the keys to his cuffs, then reached out to pick up the stun gun the man was carrying, along with that long serrated knife of his. The knife was tucked into the back of his pants as he turned, slipping out of the cell and closing and locking the door behind him.

He saw the long and narrow walkways of the prison's expansive cellblocks, the catwalks overhead littered with the filth of society, guards stationed here and there armed with weapons and given permission to kill any inmates who cause trouble. There were no natural lights; the entire thing was built underground. It smelled like a sewer and tobacco smoke hung in the air in a permanent haze. There wasn't a walkway or wall in sight that hadn't been stained with blood in the past.

Gavvix took in a deep breath.

"Such a nice day."