Hiya! AHeartForStories here with another chapter of 'Path To Insanity'!
So... Don't laugh at me, but I finally figured out how those horizontal lines work. So I did a bit of tweeking on the previous chapters of this story and added those lines. Hopefully I'll remember to put them in with this chapter and the future ones.
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Path To Insanity: Chapter 3 - Escape
A man with grey hair, close to the age of 60, sat at his desk. A cup of steaming hot coffee was being held in his hand as his miscoloured eyes swiftly scanned over another medical report from the west wing's infirmary.
A sigh was released from his lungs. If the doctor who had made this report was telling the truth, that could mean heaps of money loss. He just hated when that happened.
Knocking came from his door.
"Come in." He grumbled, not feeling up to receiving visits at this moment.
As he put his cup down, the door opened to reveal one of the many guards behind it. He was a human male in his 30's. He walked over to the desk and came to a stop, his arms crossed behind him.
"You called for me, Sir?" The guard asked.
"Have you completed your report?" The Head of the G.U.N Penitentiary responded with a question. Earlier he had asked this specific guard to take a look around the prison and see if the security was still top-notch.
The guard showed a folder in which his report was hidden in from behind his back and handed it over to the Headwarden.
"A full final report of the security of the whole prison, Sir. I checked this place from every nook and cranny of this place and everything was in perfect shape. You don't need to worry about a thing, Sir." The guard said while the other man was reading his report.
"Good work. You're dismissed." He said, not bothering to look up from the folder in his hands.
The guard nodded and left the room. The Headwarden stayed behind, reading the report and occasionally taking a sip from his coffee.
Suddenly he heard a loud noise coming from outside. He quickly looked outside, only to discover that there was a storm coming up. A flash of lighting pierced through the clouds, another loud boom followed shortly.
Headwarden Tower furrowed his brows in concern. A lighting storm this close could cause some serious trouble.
He threw the report on the desk and leant over it to reach the intercom, connecting himself with every possible authority figure in the penitentiary.
"Men, there is a storm brewing outside. Keep a close eye on the convicts. In case-" Before he could even finish his order, the lights flickered and turned off completely along with the electricity in the whole building.
Tower looked around in surprise, not expecting a power-out this quickly.
"What the..." He muttered and looked out the window.
Lighting flashed once more, briefly lighting up the whole room.
He watched the flashes come and go through the window, briefly wondering what to do. It wasn't until another strike or three of lighting and thunder came that a thought suddenly hit him, making him jump up in panic and run out of the room.
'Oh no. Oh no, no, no. Please tell me he's still there!' The Headwarden ran through the halls. He didn't have the same stamina he used to, but the adrenaline rush and panic forced him to go on. He couldn't stop. Not until he could soothe his fear.
'Solitary! There it is!' He thought as he ran down another corridor, but abruptly stopped, his eyes widened in horror.
Blood coated the walls and remnants of unfortunate guards and even inmates were sprawled all over the place. A clanging sound rang through the long hallway as a metal headband fell from his hands and to the floor. An ebony hedgehog stood in front of a solitary cell that was usually locked on all times, for the inmate within was too dangerous and he had just broken out.
A smile creeped up on the hedgehog's muzzle upon seeing the much older man.
The Headwarden was frozen in absolute fear. He could take any convict on any time on any day, but not this one. Not on his own.
He swallowed and finally got himself to move.
"4405." Abraham said, reffering to the convict in front of him with his number instead of his name, and composed himself. Or atleast tried to.
'4405's smile dissapeared, replaced by a deep frown. He was just a boy, but the expression he wore made him seem much older.
"Abraham Tower." His voice was barely a whisper, but still sounded so threatening.
"Get back in your cell, inmate." Tower said, placing his hands on his gun.
The hedgehog noticed it and his eyes narrowed in anger.
"Don't you dare, Tower. I haven't seen the light of day in three whole years! I'm getting out of here and you're not going to stop me!" He growled.
The Headwarden cringed, he knew that, if he didn't get the hedgehog back into his cell, that alot of blood would flow. He couldn't allow him to step a single foot outside of these walls.
The boy's fists clenched even tighter as the Headwarden refused to let go of his gun.
"Then so be it." He growled, his tone of voice suddenly becoming deeper and intimidating.
"Sir!" A guard yelled as he ran into the corridor to reach his superior, but he didn't get very far.
"Stay there, you fool! Don't get within his reach!" Tower tried to warn him, but it was too late.
With a sickening tearing sound and a bloodcurdling scream, the guard's neck twisted and popped out of place before his head tore off. His body fell to the ground, twitching a little. The guard's expression was that of absolute terror. The Headwarden watched his head for only a second before it dropped to the hard floor into the large puddle of blood that was quickly gathering.
He suddenly realised the danger he was in as he had just been reminded of the very thing they locked him up for in the first place.
Tower turned around to face the hedgehog. His whole body was shaking in pure fear. But when he looked at the hallway behind him, it was empty.
The lights flickered back on. The power was back. Tower shakingly lifted his radio up and pressed a button, opening contact to the nearest wardens.
"He escaped..." He muttered, taking a small pause.
"That wretched hedgehog escaped! Get your asses to the front gate and see to it that he doesn't escape in any possible way! I want that hedgehog dead before he can set a foot outside of these walls!" He yelled at the top of his lungs, his voice close to breaking a few times.
Slow footsteps echoed through the corridor. Inmate 4405 was walking, trying to find his way outside. It shouldn't have been such a hard task, but unfortunatly, he hadn't walked in nearly three years. He was still surprised he could even stand up straight. Especially considering how skinny he was.
'There it is.' He thought as he saw two large doors doom up in front of him.
The sound of a gunshot rang through the hall. A bullet had barely missed him and burried itself deeply into the wall.
The hedgehog was briefly stumped by it, but quickly recovered himself. He turned around only to face a whole battalion of men and women with guns aiming at him. His crimson red eyes narrowed in anger.
It seems like he would need to take care of these annoyances first before he could get his first taste of freedom.
