YOI: Criminals on the Ice!
The prison was dark and cold, however, he was patient. He may have been caught by the authorities, but he knew he would be let out soon enough. Two guards were posted outside of his cell, armed and no doubt no fools.
Garth lied on the cot, his eyes glued to the ceiling as he whistled. It caught the attention of the guards and they slammed the butt of theirs guns on the door.
"Quiet!" one shouted. Garth chuckled softly. What? It's not like whistling could do any harm, could it? The guards must be tense, but he knew they had good reason to be. He was a dangerous criminal after all.
Garth sat up and turned his head slightly to see his reflection in the mirror. It wasn't a sight he wanted to see. An orange prison suit covered him and his beautiful face was covered in dirt. His short black hair was greasy and in need of a wash. His round, brown eyes glared into his reflection and he felt hatred and impatience.
"Patience," he mumbled to himself. "You'll get out of here in no time." He sighed and stretched out his arms. He yawned and stood up. He walked over to the door and pressed his back against it.
"Hey, guards. How long am I going to be in here? It's rather boring."
"Shut up, Garth!"
"Wow, I can't even ask simple questions."
"You know why we can't let you free. You're a criminal," the second guard replied. Garth moaned and cracked his knuckles.
"That's too bad. I was really hoping I could get out and see my favorite skater, Yuri Katsuki. He's here for the skating competition, isn't he?"
"How should we know?" the first guard spoke. "We don't watch skating. Now for the last time, hush!"
"Come on!" Garth whined. "At least provide me with a TV so I could watch the competition!"
Another bang on the door silenced him, but it didn't matter to Garth. He noticed there was a clock above the cot and he focused his attention on it. Soon, he will be let out for sure. It was coming up on the hour his useless sidekick was expected to show.
Timothy gulped as he adjusted an officer's uniform on him. If he was caught...he didn't want to think about it. He shook his head and adjusted the cap on his head. He inhaled and exhaled deeply as he looked at himself in the mirror. His nervous blue eyes in his reflection seemed to be judging him. Perhaps they were. He looked nothing like a cop, he was too jumpy when it came to these situations. However, if given half the chance, he will pull the trigger if necessary He turned and cautiously peeked out of the backroom. He glanced back at the officer he had knocked out with pity.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "But I'm more afraid of Garth than you." He looked down at his watch and began to feel nervous again. He was late. Garth was not going to be too pleased.
He left the room quickly, but cautiously. He walked down the hall until he reached a fork. He walked up to the list of prison cells and his eyes drifted down the list until he spotted the cell his boss was in: cell 33. It was on the left. He walked causally down the left hall, acting as if he was a normal officer.
It wasn't long until he noticed two guards in front of cell 33. He swallowed before approaching them.
"Excuse me. I was sent to relieve you both."
"Really?" the first guard frowned as he looked at him suspiciously from head to toe. "Just you? By who's orders?"
"Commander Edwards," Timothy answered, standing at attention. The two guards glanced at each other for a moment before nodding. The second guard handed him the keys.
"Very well. But be careful. Garth Jerico is a dangerous criminal. He's sly, too. Don't pay attention to whatever he says to make you doubt yourself."
Timothy nodded as he accepted the keys.
"I wouldn't worry. I am well aware of the type of man I am guarding. He's in good hands."
"He better be," the first frowned. He looked as if he still suspected him, but he left with the other guard.
Timothy waited until they were gone before unlocking the cell door. He opened the door quietly and peeked his head in.
"Garth?" he whispered.
Garth was laying on the floor, eyes closed. He opened his eyes and sat up. He turned a glare on his sidekick.
"You're late."
"Apologies, Garth. I had to be extra cautious. This place is crawling with cops."
"Well, it's a prison. What do you expect?" Garth growled as he stood up. "I hope you found a backdoor?"
"Yes, sir. It's not far," Timothy nodded. He glanced outside the cell and looked both ways. "It's clear. We are good to go."
Garth walked past him causally as if he knew they were home free. He turned to Timothy with a sharp look.
"Remember, if we are stopped on the way out just say that you were given orders to move me to another cell."
"Of course," Timothy nodded again to show he understood. "But how are we going to start over? There are wanted posters everywhere for us."
Garth smirked as he waved around a newspaper. They began their causal walk towards the back entrance. Timothy took the newspaper and looked at the headline. He didn't know what Garth was planning on doing.
"So there is a skating competition here in Los Vegas. What about it?"
"It's not about the competition, Timothy," Garth said. "It's who's in it."
Seeing the confusion on his useless companion's face, Garth rolled his eyes and continued to explain.
"Yuri Katsuki. I'm going to kidnap him and take his place."
"How are you going to do that?"
"Must I explain everything? He's our ticket to freedom. Besides," he turned to Timothy with another smirk, wider than the last. "I am Yuri's exact image. No one will know the difference. Not even his fiance, Victor Nikiforov."
As they came closer towards the exit, they noticed two officers laughing amongst themselves and Garth nudged Timothy. Timothy nodded and gripped Garth's forearm sharply.
"Not so hard!" Garth growled in a whisper. Timothy loosened his grip a bit.
The guards noticed them approaching the exit door and frowned. There was a gun on each officer's shoulder.
"Prisoner transfer," Timothy said. "I was given strict orders by Commander Edwards to move Garth Jerico to the city's main prison."
The two guards looked at each other and nodded.
"Alright, but don't let him out of your sight."
"Aw, come on!" Garth sighed as he slumped his shoulders. "I'm not that bad of a criminal, am I?"
The guards stared at Garth for a moment before glancing at Timothy. Noticing that the guards were growing suspicious, Garth kicked Timothy in the shin. Timothy whimpered, but got the hint. He took out the pistol.
"Quiet, you!" he said as he pointed the pistol at Garth's throat.
The guards opened the doors and stepped aside.
"Thank you," Timothy chuckled a bit. "He's a bit of a handful."
"Should we call an escort?" one of the guards asked.
"No, thank you. I will be fine. Won't we, Garth?" Timothy said as he gripped Garth's wrist tightly.
"Ow, ow, ow!" Garth whined.
"Well, if you insist," the second guard nodded.
When they were clear of the prison, they found Timothy's car and quickly got in. Garth glared at Timothy.
"The next time you grip my hand like that, I. Will. Kill you. Understood?"
"Yes, sir," Timothy gulped. "It won't happen again."
"I must admit," Garth chuckled as he buckled his seat belt. "You played your part well. You're not as useless as you seem. Good work, Timothy."
"Thank you, Garth," Timothy smiled a bit before starting the car and buckling his seat belt as well. As they pulled away from the prison, Timothy asked him about why he had a sudden interest in Yuri Katsuki. Garth smirked as he stared at the photo of Yuri Katsuki on the newspaper.
"I have watched the whelp for quite sometime, Timothy. I have been planning to impersonate him for a long time, so it is no mere 'sudden interest'."
"Okay, okay. But why are we going after a famous figure skater anyway?"
"Because...where there's a skater, there's money! Buckets of it!"
"He's that famous?" Timothy asked, glancing at him.
"More famous now that he has Victor Nikiforov at his side."
The traffic light turned red up ahead and Timothy stopped. Garth sighed in annoyance and rolled his eyes. Timothy frowned.
"Hey, can you blame me for obeying the law around here? We just busted you out of prison, and I'm not going to jail again."
"Just find us a place to crash. And not the car, idiot, like last time!"
"Hey, I was paranoid because we had a crap ton of cops after us!"
When the light turned green, Timothy drove on until they found a back road that lead to an abandoned building.
"Will this due?"
Garth smiled as he sized up the building, "For now. But just be patient, Timothy. Well have money in the bank soon enough."