Chapter 1 – A New Thought
What to do? I can't take this anymore!! That babbling fool going on and on, talking to me like I was his best friend! How dare he? An evil genius has no friends especially not some brainless idiot! Slowly, I think I'm going to go mad if I stay in this hell hole any longer...like him. No wait, he was already mad and pathetic. He says he is villain yet he lives with his 'mama'! I have never seen a hero trying to foil his plans! What a wanna-be. His stories, incompetent stories are making me insane. I don't know how long I will stand this before my mind corrupts in this cell. I need to escape... and fast!
As he was thinking this, he paced around the tiny room. Four bare stone walls enclosed the two prisoners and there was only one window. A barred window. Moonlight covered the cold gray floor in twenty-two small strips. He knew it was twenty-two, he had counted them every single night since his first stay. There was not much to do in prison, only to think and do boring tasks. Opposite the wall with the window, was a door. A door cleverly hidden so it looked like part of the wall. Many times did the villain try to break through but it did not budge. He was too weak and nothing in the prison cell could help him escape. Absolutely nothing; it was designed that way.
He continued to walk around the room, he counted his steps. The room was fifteen paces in length, and ten paces in width. Of course he had obstacles in counting like the beds but it was a rough estimation. He tutted and felt ashamed. This was no way to live but the guards didn't care. After all, they didn't have to live in these awful conditions. Suddenly, the one light bulb in the room had turned off.
"Lights out! Tomorrow you wake up at 0600 hours to report for breakfast as usual," the guard shouted through the door. Finally, the whole floor was silent; it was the Villain's favorite time of the day as no one could disturb him thinking. One noise heard from all eight rooms on floor sixteen and the officers would make you do a hundred more press-ups in the morning. Sometimes, prison felt more like military school. Even though this was thought of a stupid punishment, no one dared to speak. Everyone hated doing press-ups and they would do anything to avoid it.
It was now very dark with only the moon's beams as a source of light. The Villain fumbled his way to his bed. It was poorly constructed and there was nothing luxurious about it. The bed frame was metal and the mattress was hard to sleep on. The duvet was far too thin and so was the pillow. He climbed onto it and tried to get comfortable. He couldn't; his head sunk through the pillow and he could feel the mattress. This always happened yet every time he crawled into bed, he hoped that somehow, maybe by magic, the bed would comfort his needs. He lay there silently and waited for the man on the other side of the cell to fall asleep.
He waited for about twenty minutes until he heard heavy breathing and snores from the other prisoner. Finally, he could have some peace and quiet to think of a plan to escape.
Let's see...what to do? Can I escape from this room or not? What are the possibilities? There is guard outside the door AND a camera with footage that directly goes to the security server. I can't slip out because this room is locked and the slits of the barred window are way too narrow. So I guess I have to cross this room off my list for any means of escape. How could I have been so stupid to think that in the first place? At least one good thing has come up of tonight's thinking session: if I'm going to escape from this prison, it's going to have to happen in a different room.
With that thought, the prisoner decided to finally get some rest. If he was to wake at six o'clock in the morning, he needed some sleep. This place had rules and they weren't made to be broken. The villain knew that the only way he could get a chance of escape was that he needed to seem like a good boy. He needed to do everything he was to told to do so he didn't seem like a threat. If he came onto their (meaning the officers) good side, he would be more free. Not everyone would be watching him as close, thinking he wasn't going to suddenly break all the rules. But, as you can see, that was what exactly he was going to do. When they least expected it, he would be out of there. He could tell that this plan would take time seeing as he needed to gain their trust and that would take quite a period of time. The thought of staying there longer made him feel immense pain but he knew it would be all worth it.
Now, with a hopeful heart, he fell asleep like he did every night. Except one change was visible, he had a wicked grin on his blue face.