# It's Murder #
Gohlolo traced his hands over the rough bricks of the wall near the door. It seemed to have been days since he has last seen anyone, and it may have well been. Gohlolo traced his finger down the sharp rock, drawing a small amount of blood. He slowly traced the bleeding finger across the floor, leaving bloody swirls. He became so entranced by them that he didn't notice the door open and close. The keronian that had entered the room bent down and placed a hand on Gohlolo's shoulder. "Priso-"
He was cut off as Gohlolo's arm snapped back, slicing the guard's neck open. Blood gushed out of the hole as Gohlolo rolled away from the falling corpse.
Shocked by the display of his own abilities he slumped against the wall, "How did I...?" he asked himself, his voice filled with disgust. Solemnley he pusshed himself up. "I'm sorry" he sighed before walking out of the cell he had been captive in for three days.
It had been rather cramped inside and he streched, getting ready to run at a moments notice. As he was streching he noticed a camera above the cell door, pointed directly at him. Shouts from down the hallway could be heard, they had seen him.
Gohlolo's eyes widened imensley and he turned and dashed the other way, his feet pounding the hard cement floor.
"What are you doing?" He asked himself, "Turn around and fight!" He skidded to a stop before charging at the rather pathetically small group of 2 guards. A grin bright on his lips as he plunged the rock into one of the guards. He fell over, blood pooring from his mouth. The other stared blankley at his fallen ally. Sezing his chance Gohlolo withdrew the rock from the one guard's stomach and awkwardly plunged it into the other.
The word "Pathetic" fells from his lips as he wiped the blood off of the stained red rock.
The rest of the walk towards the front was nearly effortless. There was the woman in the front desk he had to take care of, but with, a somehow unpracticed, ease he imbedded the rock in her head. After a moments thought, he left it there. It had served its purpose, he didn't need it anymore.
He was a free man.
Gohlolo traced his hands over the rough bricks of the wall near the door. It seemed to have been days since he has last seen anyone, and it may have well been. Gohlolo traced his finger down the sharp rock, drawing a small amount of blood. He slowly traced the bleeding finger across the floor, leaving bloody swirls. He became so entranced by them that he didn't notice the door open and close. The keronian that had entered the room bent down and placed a hand on Gohlolo's shoulder. "Priso-"
He was cut off as Gohlolo's arm snapped back, slicing the guard's neck open. Blood gushed out of the hole as Gohlolo rolled away from the falling corpse.
Shocked by the display of his own abilities he slumped against the wall, "How did I...?" he asked himself, his voice filled with disgust. Solemnley he pusshed himself up. "I'm sorry" he sighed before walking out of the cell he had been captive in for three days.
It had been rather cramped inside and he streched, getting ready to run at a moments notice. As he was streching he noticed a camera above the cell door, pointed directly at him. Shouts from down the hallway could be heard, they had seen him.
Gohlolo's eyes widened imensley and he turned and dashed the other way, his feet pounding the hard cement floor.
"What are you doing?" He asked himself, "Turn around and fight!" He skidded to a stop before charging at the rather pathetically small group of 2 guards. A grin bright on his lips as he plunged the rock into one of the guards. He fell over, blood pooring from his mouth. The other stared blankley at his fallen ally. Sezing his chance Gohlolo withdrew the rock from the one guard's stomach and awkwardly plunged it into the other.
The word "Pathetic" fells from his lips as he wiped the blood off of the stained red rock.
The rest of the walk towards the front was nearly effortless. There was the woman in the front desk he had to take care of, but with, a somehow unpracticed, ease he imbedded the rock in her head. After a moments thought, he left it there. It had served its purpose, he didn't need it anymore.
He was a free man.
(Whoop it's so much easier writing for OCs that for canons. But this is far more up my ally than the circus story anyway. I haven't been to the circus in i dunno how long haha. Not that I've ever had to escape from jail... Stop looking at me like that. And this is really bad I know there should have been a much better jail but he was in a small town so oh well)