My first fanfiction! *throws confetti*
I hope you like it! All comments, ideas, critisism and reviews welcome (but please be nice)
An alarm blared throughout the prison ship; a loud, piercing sound that could wake the dead. All personnel, and even the prisoners, stopped dead in their tracks, painfully aware of the situation. A prisoner was loose.
Almost instantly, a riot broke out among the prisoners. Each criminal desperately tried to call out to the unidentified escapist in hopes of being freed. Guards swarmed onto the deck, trying to keep the prisoners under control lest the situation worsen.
Patrols were sent through all levels of the prison ship all with one collective goal; to find the escaped prisoner and recapture them. Dead or alive.
Grem was amongst the personnel charged to guard the escape pods. He was apprehensive about the position, knowing full well that it was here that the criminal would go. It was the only way for someone without their own transportation to get off the ship. He swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat and stood straighter amongst his company. Despite his anxiety, he knew that it was an honour to be selected for such an important position.
Just as he had suspected, it was the escape pod deck that the criminal headed for. But what Grem hadn't expected was the way in which a whole platoon of first class soldiers would be so easily overwhelmed by one individual. When asked about it later, Grem would recall not having seen anything until it was too late to react. The prisoner moved like a ghost; disappearing in one place and reappearing behind them just long enough to put them out of commission. The prisoner had escaped and none of the guards on the entire 20 story, high tech prison ship had been able to stop them.
"Good night, Ben," Gwen called as Ben climbed out the back of Kevin's car.
"Night, Tennyson," Kevin added.
Ben waved and watched as the black and green muscle car drove down the street and turned the corner. He turned and began heading up the path to his door. None of the lights appeared to be on, so he used his key to unlock the door and quietly crept into his room. The last thing he needed was a lecture from his mom about staying out late. No doubt Gwen would hear enough to cover them both.
Ben unceremoniously threw his jacket over his desk chair and plonked down on the bed, falling asleep within moments of hitting the pillow.
Ben opened his eyes to darkness. He felt uneasy but wasn't sure what had woken him. He didn't remember having a nightmare and he had been so tired he was sure he would have slept through half the day. So it was that he sat up in his bed, confused and with the lingering feeling that something was wrong.
He reached over and turned on the lamp on his bedside table. The room was instantly illuminated by the orange glow, casting long shadows in the corners where the light couldn't reach. Everything seemed in order; nothing was visibly out of place. But still he couldn't shake the feeling that something was very, very wrong.
Slowly, Ben slid out of bed and began walking around his room. He lifted various articles lying about and checked his cupboards but still he could find nothing wrong. Movement from the shadows in the far corner of the room caught his attention. Ben startled and swung around but there was nothing to see. He laughed uneasily at how shaken he was and ran a hand through his matted hair. He turned, ready to go back to bed, and released a horrifying scream in response to what stood before him.
Ben gasped and sat up as he was released from the nightmare. Relieved, he wiped the sweat from his forehead. A small sliver of light filtered through the gap between the curtains. Daytime. Sliding out of bed, he grabbed some clean clothes off the floor and headed to the bathroom in hopes that a long shower would calm his nerves.