Lockdown: Escape From Furnace Series Fan fiction
I'm so sorry this took so long to get out. I'm definitely not the fastest writer of those out there, so I apologize if you guys wait a while for the next chapters to come out. This one especially since I got a bad case of writer's block. I'm hoping it didn't affect my writing in any way.
I'm also trying to stay as close to the story as possible, but of course I can't do that all the time when writing fanficition like this. So... a few things may change. Nothing to major. This stuff is like the stuff going on in between the stuff Alexander Gordon smith wrote. I wanted a better ending for this chapter, but hopefully the next will be more of what you guys are wanting. ;)
It was late in the day, or so I thought. I could never really tell when there were absolutely no windows in Furnace and my mind found a job to occupy itself for the time being. Donovan had evaded all my questions about the night before and even got lucky when he got put on Kitchen duty. The thought made me extremely jealous. I wanted more than anything to be next to him and badger him with questions until the guy toppled over and answered them. Yet here I am, sitting in front of toilette and scrubbing someone else's crap out with a toothbrush. Life couldn't get much worse. Oh, but it could. On top of cleaning the most disgusting invention ever created, the blacksuit's didn't pay much heed to my pleas of getting a separate cell to clean when I realized that Gary was my partner in training for the day.
I held my breath for as long as I could before the lungs in my body forced me to take a breath in. The air not only smelt foul, but it tasted foul to my tongue almost forcing something up that might just make it messier than when I had started. To make matters worse, the blacksuits had done nothing to my little pleas of having a separate cell, or more importantly a separate floor, to clean than the one they gave me. Of course I got stuck cleaning a toilette with Gary's name written all over it. He stood behind me, looming in all his creepy ways. This guy smelt just as bad as the things he did business in if not worse. "You want to take another crack at me?" He threatened. I did my best to ignore him and continued with my work. All day long my life had been secure from Gary until he entered the area for work.
Since it seemed better for him this way, Gary put me to work while he watched and only really did anything when a blacksuit came checked in on us to make sure we were doing our jobs. Not like they really cared much. It was in my best interest to keep my mouth shut and do everything he asked of me by keeping ym eyes down, agreeing with whatever left his big mouth, and cleaning his set of crappers. "You listening to me?"
I stole a glance over at him for the first time this day. He seemed to take it as an acknowledgement for a fight and yammered on. "You think your tough little man. Dontch'a?" Gary's blonde hair shook lightly with his words as if it would fall off any second. "You'd be in some deep trouble if I had my full team here."
Before I knew what I had done, my eyes did a complete loop in my head earning me a hard punch to the shoulder. After doing some hard labor the day before, this felt twice as bad. My teeth clenched together to keep from crying out in pain while my hands continued to scrub up the bowls in a hurry. Maybe if I finished early enough, then I could leave quicker. Like that would happen. Heck, the Blacksuit's would probably make me clean up the Hell hounds mess if nothing else. And finding a human finger did not sound at all pleasing.
"Look at me little man!" Gary wrenched my shoulder to the side and forced me to turn his direction. Fearing his big hands that could strangle me at any moment, I met his evil and dark gaze with a tremble. "When your with me, you do what I say and when I say it."
"Okay." A whisper came from me without my knowing. That seemed to soothe Gary a bit more in his dominance. Footsteps started coming our way, and before I knew it, I got shoved to the side while Gary took over the job.
"Get back to work you lazy scum!" The familiar boom of the bulky suit droned. Moleface. The monster who had gotten me thrown in this place to begin with. Well, he couldn't get all the blame, but I definitely had a deep grudge against him. Eyeballing me with remorse while I tried to hold back mine, I took Gary's broom, that he hadn't even touched since he got in, and started to sweep away the dirt. Of course, the more dirt it felt like I swept away, the more the dark particles seemed to stick together in clumps and stain the floor. A shadow lingered for a moment as if making sure we weren't going to defy Moleface so he would have some excuse to execute us. My sweeping didn't last long before the pirate leader, Gary in other words, shoved me back down to the ground. I was starting to believe he actually enjoyed beating up anything that was living, and it sickened me.
"I would never dream of standing up to you." I tried hoping to give the man what he wanted and avoid a good face beating. Maybe this was a chance to make friends. "But I wouldn't mind being a member of the skulls."
This gesture made it look like Gary might puke. He took his broom and poked the wooden end straight into my belly like a spear before speaking. "You think your tough, but you don't have what it takes. Beat me in a fight, and then we'll talk." Like that would ever happen! My hopes of ever avoiding certain death crushed before my eyes. I went to stand up, seeing as this cell looked as clean as it could get, and headed out the door. "Or maybe I could allow you to bring your big friend in with you, so he could fight for you and still lose."
That made my insides boil and I whirled around in steam. "He is the least of your worries." I growled wanting to fight him tooth and nail right here and now. My whole body radiated with anger that made me feel like I could beat Gary. The psycho knew he struck a nerve and raised his fists for a boxing match. The broom still in his hand, I lashed it from him. My thoughts were not to start a fight with that movement, but to warn Gary to get to work in fear of the blacksuits. That was a very poor thought process in my part. The tall blonde punched me square in the gut. My broom connected straight to his head. Bad luck on my part, the bristles had no effect. Maybe if I swept hard enough, I could wipe his face off. Gary took out a small knife-like weapon carved surely from somewhere in the kitchen.
Ducking just in the nick of time, the wind from the knife would have driven right through my skull if I didn't pay attention. My hands fumbled over my only protection until the right end struck the skull right in the nose. He tumbled back in slight shock and disbelief. My anger fed into me and gave me more strength than fear, so I lunged. Lunged straight into him with the end of he broomstick picking up his nose. The knife was so close, I could hear the wind as it moved through the air, slicing open my cheek to send a searing pain down my body. Before I could retaliate, something had grabbed me and Gary, pulling us apart until we were like rabid dogs trying to get loose.
"Hold it!" I looked to my side seeing Zee holding me back full heartedly. Moleface directly on Gary. Even the blacksuit appeared frightened at the sight of the inmate. "Alex! What were you thinking?"
My bearing slowly entered my brain and caused me to think clearer. "Zee?" That was right, he had gotten picked for the duty as well. I felt the warm liquid running down my cheek in gushes. Gary was getting hauled off, but while he did it, he shouted,"I'm not through with you little man! We'll settle this! You and me."
Though reluctantly, another one of the guards came over, examined my face and shrugged. "You'll live." Though he didn't sound to pleased with that, he threw a band-aid at me. "Get back to work." What had I just done? Earlier I thought I was scared earlier, but now my whole body shook in fear at what I did.
The rest if the day went by slowly. Every minute I spent my time worrying when the killer would return to seal my fate. I never understood why I always had to start things I couldn't win. Not only did my shoulder ache, by now my head felt dizzy, forcing me to sit down once in a while and making me an easy target for anyone at that time. The only good thing that happened today was dinner. Once I received my slop on a tray, my mood escalated ever so slightly.
"What happened to you?" My eyes rested on the muck, and I forced it down my throat to avoid answering. Soon though, slop would run out, and I would have to answer them. Donovan sat beside me, and Zee right across. Both with equally fearful expressions.
"I got into a fight with Gary." I mumbled finally.
"You what?" Donovan nearly shouted. "Alex, that guy will kill you. What were you thinking?"
I wanted to say,"I did it because I was standing up for you, and that no one, especially a Skull, has the right to bad mouth you." But I held my tongue this tim and shrugged my shoulders.
"What about you? Why did you give me an extra blanket last night?" This caught him off-guard for a moment and Zee's mouth fell open staring from the two.
"You were having a tough time. I figured I would be nice." I couldn't help but grin. He was cracking.
"You would never do that for anyone, not even when I asked." Zee accused, curiosity filling his mind. Then a sudden realization showed on his face, and a big fat grin replaced his anger.
"What?" Donovan and I said in unison.
"Nothing!" Zee said. Still smiling like a loon at Donovan. The dark man wilted a little and mouthed something to Zee I couldn't make out. I frowned in frustration before the almighty smiles and silent nods.
"What?" I called out getting tired of this non-verbal talk.
"I-I'll tell you later." My gaze shot over to Donovan's plate which hadn't been touched. Something big was going to happen, and things were starting to fall into place.