"WE HAVE AN INMATE LOOSE! I REPEAT INMATE EIGHTY-THREE IS ON THE LOOSE!" An all too familiar sound blared through the halls as a boy with flying green hair and bandages wearing a hospital gown sprinted down the hall, crashing into officers with no regards and passing the other hollering inmates that were grasping on the bars of their cells watching intently to the events.

Guards in correction uniforms scampered behind with the intentions on apprehending the inmate, but not being able to run down quick enough.

The inmate was titled "Nico" as he wouldn't (or should we say couldn't) give a last name to go along with his name. With each step and sweat mark his loosened, meant to be replaced, bandages were getting soaked and loosening further. All the bandages that covered his right leg were disgarded somehere in the hallway. Swollen skin with a horrid purple and twisted shape was visible and anything touching it amounted in pain.

He needed to stop, but he couldn't. Or else the doctors would catch him and inject him with those painful needles that he loathed so much. It was a repeat of all his other prisons. He was brought to the doctor for injections, medicines, and checkups and he went on with a tantrum. Smashing the walls to freedom. Nico had to hesitate this time because he was much weaker today. All he had to do was lose the guards and he could escape with no smashing needed.

He turned into a dark corner that didn't have red light shining on it and crept into the dark wall while the correctional officers passed while yelling not-so appropriate words about the difficulties of having to catch him and muttering things such as "We should've known this would happen! Dammit! He's done this with all his other prisons!"

Nico backed away from the opening with a breath of relief. The bandage on his right eye was about to come off and he thumbled with his hands as to repair it.

Just as he was doing so a large hand tightened itself around his shoulder and a musky and by-god furious voice rose from behind. Nico squealed and turned to look at a muscular man whose brows were furrowed immensly along with a furry mustache that was on his upper lip to show a row of gritting teeth.

"I-i-i…" Nico began to mutter as the hand tightened even harder on his shoulder, a quiet crack immersing from it. He winced in pain and as the guard was about to raise his fist as to pummel him in his face a fist appeared out of the bars on the cell next to them, knocking the guard out cold and leaving Nico standing, bewildered.

He turned to where the mysterious super-fist immerged and saw a man… boy(?) that was about his age, maybe a year or two older. His hair was styled in a messy red and purple mowhawk and had feathers dangling down from the sides. A large scar was across the bridge of his nose and a fierce look with gritted teeth was plastered on (and could be interpreted as being scarier).

For some reason, Nico wasn't afraid of him at all. Not only grateful for the rescue but he also found himself finding him cool or attractive. Almost like an anime protagonist that could save the day with a kameha- or spi- g-.

The look of rage was obliterated from his face and instead replaced with a look of concern and somewhat accomplishment. He turned to Nico and asked him in a voice loud enough for him to hear amongst the alarms still blaring.

"You alright? Nico, right?"

Nico was resulted speechless and a mixed feeling of heat and dizziness arose to his cheeks. He was feeling incredibly hot right now and his legs were trembling. It hurt and the sounds around him were fazing.

"Heuuuhhhhh.. Uhh yeah?" he said with a drowsiness in his voice.

"Could you unclip the keys attached to that guard's belt and then unlock the lock? It's the golden one."

Nico heard the instructions and obeyed them immediately and reached down to grab the keys attached to the hip of the belt on the officer with the little energy he had left. There was an arrangement of silver keys and finally a golden key in the middle. He took it and slowly placed it into the lock and turned it.

That was it. He fell back into the wall and blacked out. Heat consuming him.

Rock alarmingly pushed the door open and went to aid Nico. The bandage covering his right eye fell off to reveal a completely open and empty eye socket that was emptied out from whatever happened to him.

Rock brought his left hand to support Nico's back and the other hand to check his forehead. It was burning hot. He had a fever. Rock picked up the boy with ease and caution so he wouldn't cause any further pain by placing his right arm under Nico's knees. He hauled him out of the hallway and checked to make sure there weren't any officers left. Now running down the stairs he found a bare wall that would lead them out and kicked it. Causing a emphatic crash of cinder and bricks that rattled throughout the entire building. He made sure to keep Nico away from any falling debree and carried him out of the prison while running out into the forest, where he knew there would be a road leading into a nearby town.

Rock tore open the fences as well and ran forwards into the forest. Nico was now breathing heavily into him and raised his hands to grasp at his torn jumper, muttering words such as "take the heat away. Take it away. Pleaasee."

"Hold on okay?"

Rock looked around and saw a sign that had arrows pointing up "Faroe City 1 mile". Fifteen minutes. He could handle that. Fixing nico's position in his arms Rock followed the sign and ran down on the side of the road heading torwards the city ahead.