A/N: I don't own nothin' 'cept for the shirt on my back... wait... I think I'm borrowing this from someone... anyway, plot mine,characters are sadly not.
Will was prepared, he had spent the majority of two days going over the plan in his head. Some part of him still thought it was incredibly stupid and naive to even attempt this, but a still sane part of himself reasoned that there was just too much evidence tying him to the crime. The FBI had the fishing lures that had human remains throughout them, the testimony of the good doctor that had set him up, and of course the undeniable physical traces of Abigail all over his body. The thought of the ear and dried blood made him want to puke or curl up into a ball, sometimes he felt like doing both at the same time.
Will knew that he hadn't killed the young girl, he was sure of that much, but he still couldn't fathom how Hannibal had gotten that kind of evidence on him. It must have been when he blacked out the night before he was taken in for the first time. Frankly, he was impressed and he knew that it was a bad thing to be this in awe of a cannibalistic killer. Only Hannibal could pull something that elaborate off and still act like it was a shocker that Will had 'gone off the deep end'.
Will was laying in wait, literally. His body was calmly splayed out on the rock hard bed as he stared at the ceiling. Listening for the sound he was waiting for would have been nerve racking if he was tapped into only his psyche, his own mind could never handle the pressure of what he was about to attempt. Right now, he was pulling from the mind of a Mr. Alfred Hinds. Will had studied him when he just started to get into the thought of becoming a crime stopper. He had read multiple books on jail life and he found it was easier to understand everything if he dug into the mind of the suspect. Will, although almost no one knew this, could theoretically pull the thoughts of anybody he chose and use their experiences to help himself. Mr. Hinds had a knack for getting out of prisons, by acting as the British man would have acted Will had put himself at ease. Breaking out of three high security prisons, Hinds had been awarded the title of the "Houdini" of escapes. If anyone's thinking process would help Will out, it was that of Hinds. While his plan was not remotely close to those of the master mind, the basic elements to both plans held that of any successful break out.
As Will thought over his plan for the millionth time, he heard what he was waiting for. Usually, Will had two guards posted down at the end of his own personal hallway. The only time he had only one guard was between twelve and three at night, at which point guard A went on a walk-around and guard B stayed sleepily where he was at. Why Will had noticed this behavior and categorized it was probably due to the fact that Will had developed a type of insomnia and he reached out for anything to occupy his mind with. It just happened to be a useful piece of information that he was grateful he had.
Waiting for fifteen more minutes after the guard left, Will finally pulled himself to a sitting position. He called softly," Hello? Can someone help me out? I'm having an issue." Hearing the hesitation in the guards feet as he audibly jumped foot to foot in indecision, Will allowed himself a small smile when he heard the guard groan and walk his way down the hallway.
The guard stood a safe distance away from the bars, he was a pudgy man with an angry wasp look to him. His hair and eyes had the same muddy brown look to them, and by the state of his yellowed teeth it could be assumed that he was a smoker. He had on the usual blue guard uniform, but his seemed to be a bit small around the mid section where the buttons stretched to almost the point of popping. All in all, he seemed like a normal middle aged man who was disappointed with life.
"What do you want, Mr. Graham? Better be important!" The guard groaned impatiently at the fact that Will was not in obvious pain. 'If there's no blood then it ain't worth your time', that was the prison motto. Will stared at him with fear, pure fear, in his eyes. The young man looked like he was on the brink of tears. Everyone had said that this guy needed to be locked up tight or he could be a great danger to other people. Right now though, he looked like a lost kid, a lost terrified boy... how could anyone be weary of that.
"Cou- Could you just take a look, I thought I heard something over in that corner. I need someone to tell me if it's-," Will took a painful gulp of air that softened the guard's tough exterior,"-real or not." Will finished and the look of pity on the man's face made him want to punch something.
The guard stepped closer, disregarding the usual protocol for these types of things, to where his head almost touched the bars, peering into the dark corner of the cell that Will had gestured to. " I don't think I se-"
The sentence was cut off by Will's hand rapping around the guys collar and the force of his hand knocking the man unconscious on the metal bars with a light 'omf". "Dumbass," Will whispered to himself as he took the ring of silver keys off the man's belt. Trying a few of the keys on the lock from his uncomfortable position wedged between the cold bars, Will finally found the correct key. Once the door was open, Will pulled the heavy man into his cell. Will stripped down to his boxers, opening his body up to the hollow coolness of the jail cell and started to take off the other man's uniform. He frowned at the obvious size differences between the two grown men. 'It will have to do,' he thought to himself.
Speedily, Will was able to slip on the other's clothing, with some stuffing of the shirt and heavy use of the belt holding things together on his slim waist, and walk out. But not before he gagged the man with the inmate jumpsuit and tied him to the bed. Will hoped that the man wouldn't wake up any time soon, the gag was just a precaution.
Closing and re-locking the cell door, Will made his way down the expanse of hallway and took a left at the set of metal doors. Having memorized the exterior of the high security jail while he was brought in, Will hurried his way along and kept his head down at the sight of the many high-tech cameras. Before him was the first security door, as quickly as possible, Will pulled out the card he stole off the guard and swiped it in the key slot. He waited for the beep that unlocked the door and nearly sighed when he heard it. Thankful that there wasn't a keycode needed, Will continued on his way out of the prison.
He was at a near jog for the eight minutes it took to get to the front doors, he only paused when someone was coming in the opposite direction so that he could better shield his face. Twice he thought he was a goner.
The first was when he nearly knocked over a real guard who asked him where he was going. Will had made up some lie about something being spotted in a hall that had made a prisoner start screaming and waking everyone up. The guard seemed to believe it and shrugged his shoulders in a 'whatever' kind of gesture as he went on his way.
The second was when he just got lucky at getting away. He had come up to a door that did require a keycode and he was stuck. Seconds before he gave into his panic, a nurse walked up behind him.
"Those damn keycodes, huh, the keep changing them expecting up to remember saying it's for security purposes," the middle aged woman looked Will up and down deciding if he was worth her time, apparently he was. She leaned in until her lips slightly brushed Will's ear lobe, this made Will feel uncomfortable but he decided to go along with the woman's obvious attempt at seduction and stood where he was,"the numbers for the keycode are 1-9-5-4, and here's my number." She slipped a piece of paper into Will's left breast pocket and withdrew behind him. Will punched in the numbers and as soon as possible he slipped into the door, catching a glimpse of the wink the nurse so eagerly gave him. He wondered what a nurse was doing in this place at such an unholy hour, but he pushed it out of his mind and got back to the task at hand.
The main doors led to a fenced in walk way. The fresh air hit Will full in the face. Before he took the last part of his journey, he let the freedom of the night wash over him. At that thought, he jogged out of the semi-open steel gate and towards an unknown future.
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