Disclamer: None of the characters featured in his story belong to me I just borrow them for my fics.

Author's Notes: There was an inaccuracy in the prologue with the job role of the person monitoring the prisoner his has been corrected and the prologue been deleted and redone. Words in Italics are character's thoughts.

Not Over Yet

By IndieGothGirl

Prologue

Sunday 27th August

There was nothing particularly outstanding about Canley High-Security Prison in fact it looked like any other prison. A drab, brick, building with had a high wall that was topped with barbed wire. Inside it was dark and dank as rows upon rows of cells lined the walls.

The junior prison officer made his way down the corridor to the end cell. He was making his daily check upon the occupant of the cell who was considered to be a dangerous criminal and had already escaped once and was put on suicide watch as he had taken in bad inside during his first stint in prison back in 2003 and had been put on 24 hour surveillance.

The prisoner was a middle-aged man with short blonde hair and piecing blue eyes that followed the prison officer around the room and made him feel intimidated especially as he remembered that the prisoner had convictions for murdering a fellow prisoner from his first stint inside and raping a male police officer but that wasn't the reason the junior prison officer was making his check as quickly as possible. He been invited to a night of heavy drinking by his drinking buddies and like most young men of his age he liked a good drink and since it was a Sunday and booze was cheaper in their local on a Sunday, presumably an attempt by the landlord to entice more people into the pub despite the fact that most people would have spent all their money on booze the night before, meant the junior prison officer was eager to get off.

The junior prison officer rushed through this check. Yes the prisoner's mental health seemed to be ok and there were no obvious signs of him attempting suicide and there weren't any clear signs of him trying to make a second escape attempt. Relieved that it had not taken very long to inspect the prisoner's cell the officer quickly made his out and with a sigh of relief locked the cell door.

If the junior prison officer had been in such a rush to get out and enjoy himself and bothered, instead, to do his job properly he would have asked the prisoner to remove himself from where he was sitting upon the hard, cold, floor upon which the officer would have seen the escape tunnel the prisoner had spent the last month digging.

As soon as the junior prison officer had disappeared from view the prisoner made his way down the hole. Some High-Security prison this is. I've managed to escape from it again in the space of 9 months. Ha I'm coming for you DC Webb I didn't hurt you last time but this time you're going to pay for putting me back inside.

With that the prisoner climbed out of the other side of the hole and made his way across Canley Park and to his mother's house under the night sky.