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Here's chapter 7
The clock struck 2:30. Show time.
Duncan and Chase peered through the bars cautiously. Their hearts were beating furiously out of their ribcages. The guards looked at each other in realisation, turned off the lights, and walked out of the doors they were guarding. So far so good.
Duncan dashed to Chase's bunk and swept his hand under the rails, reaching for the bottle. Chase buried his hands under his pillow at the same time. Both delinquents worked over the bed anxiously, searching for their corresponding items. The time seemed to flow rapidly, as if it was falling through an hourglass.
Duncan's sweaty fingers finally got a hold of the vodka bottle. His insides jumped. He brought his arm back up to his level and Chase stood opposite him, holding a pair of tattered gloves in his already gloved hands.
"Put these on." Chase said hurriedly. He grabbed the bottle out of Duncan's shaky hands as Duncan rushed to put the gloves on. Each tick of the second hand seemed to echo through Duncan's ears.
Once his hands were gloved Duncan shoved his right hand into his pocket and clasped his fingers around the wet rag and lighter. He pulled them out violently. By now 2 and a half minutes has passed. Half way there.
Duncan crammed the rag down the neck of the bottle, his fingers slipping at the brim. Chase went to grab the socks as the fire from Duncan's lighter illuminated the dank cell with an orange glow. The lighter met the rag, the flames growing with each second. The heat caused violent beads of sweat to trickle down Duncan's forehead. He looked to Chase. His face was concealed with a sock already and he had three fingers raised in the air.
"Three, two," Chase may have finished that sentence in a short amount of time, but it seemed like a miniature eternity until a firm "one!" burst out of Chase's throat. Duncan's arm flung the bottle out of the cell towards the front door. It flew through the air, almost suspended for a millisecond, before colliding with the ground in a spectacular explosion of heat and bright orange flames.
Duncan grabbed his sock out of Chase's hands and forced it over his head. He turned it to the side until the eyes holes were in the place it should be, and joined Chase at the bars. They saw the smoke rise up to the ceiling slowly. 3 and a half minutes have passed. The smoke travelled delicately, like it was a choreographed contemporary dance, full of twists and turns. When it finally reach the fire alarm the loud siren pierced Duncan and Chase's ears, as the bars slid open automatically.
The fire was quickly creeping over to the pair, so Duncan and Chase dashed in the opposite direction, the heat tickling the back of the necks. The back door was in sight. The smoke bellowed behind them causing irritated coughs to rise up in their throats. The back door opened with a groan from exhausted hinges, and a cry of joy from Duncan and Chase filled the air of an abandoned alley at the back of a prison.
"We did it!" Duncan exclaimed at he went to high-five Chase. He returned it gratefully. They continued to run around the alleys of Delhi. Gwen's face appeared in Duncan's mind against his will, and he didn't dare push it out. He imagined her smug face when she finds out that he escaped. He just could see it now.
"You escaped from prison with Vodka? Where'd you get that from, a prison movie?"
He could hear the sweet tone of Gwen's voice match her face, his mental image of her causing memories to flood back to him. A smile played at his cracked lips. His legs seemed to increase in speed.
The pair took many impulsive twists and turns until finally they reached a seemingly empty crack in between two buildings.
Chase sat down, his back up against one wall. Duncan went to mimic his position on the other side. The pair bumped knuckles in the moonlight.
"Well, we escaped." Duncan said lazily; sleep still tempting him as he sat still. Chase chuckled.
"Yeah, but where do we go from here?" Chase asked sceptically, watching Duncan's eyes close slowly.
"I don't know." Duncan answered heavily through shut eyes. His head leaned against the solid wall as he was captured into a deep slumber. Falling out of a plane, getting locked up in jail and then escaping all in a matter of 24 hours can really take it out of a person. Duncan would know.
Chase soon followed Duncan as his eyes closed too, the pair both drifting off into a world far beyond their own.
As the delinquents slept, the prison they left behind burned down to the ground, with the two new guards pacing angrily, and Jackson cursing at the top of his lungs to anyone who would listen. Police circled the scene with yellow tape, and received information that two teens were being held there before it burned down. One was about 6 foot tall, with dirty blonde hair, and the other had the most recognisable green Mohawk in all of reality TV.
The sun flowed onto the sleeping pair, as morning fell upon the bustling city. Duncan's eyes cracked open, any attempts of resuming sleep shattered thanks to the bright sunlight. He lifted his head off the wall; his neck ached from being in such an awkward position all night. Chase was still sleeping, his light snoring causing Duncan to chuckle. Too bad this woke him up. Chase shifted slowly, and sat up against the wall wearily. He rubbed his eyes and smiled at Duncan.
"Morning," Duncan grunted at Chase as the blonde cleared his throat, which seemed to have done nothing because when Chase said
"morning," back, it came out in a rough, gravelly voice one would associate with an elderly man. Duncan laughed. Chase seemed to follow. They laughed for Chase's voice. They laughed for their escape, and Duncan privately laughed for Gwen. He could feel her with him, even though she was trapped on that death trap of a plane. His mind travelled back to Gwen's reaction of his quitting the competition.
The cargo hold was dark and filled with boxes. It was the perfect place for two best friends to have a conversation without a pushy girlfriend interrupting.
Gwen's eyes remained on the ground. Duncan stood opposite her.
"Gwen." Duncan's utter of her name caused tingles to shoot down Gwen's spine. She immediately pushed those thoughts out of her mind. He has a girlfriend.
Gwen continued the silence. She had nothing to say.
"Gwen." Duncan repeated her name and a new set of shivered tickled Gwen's insides. She lifted her face up and gazed deep into his deep teal eyes.
"What do you want me to say Duncan?" Gwen said softly. "Go on Duncan, follow your dreams. Go. Leave me here to deal with your control freak of a girlfriend. Cause that's totally fine with me. You're my best friend Duncan. You stood up for me even though I was cheating last season. What will happen when I don't have a leg to stand on this time?" sadness dripped off every word.
Duncan gripped her wrists tightly.
"Gwen. I'll never leave you. You're right. You are my best friend, and as my best friend, I need you to know that my head it's, well, really, stuffy. All of this reality TV and I had a bit of a think between last season and this season and, well, I, I, well I don't know. I'm just not in the right place. I need time to think. Because as you know I'm normally one of the smartest guys around here." Duncan threw that last joke in and Gwen's lips moved into something between a smile and a frown.
"Smart?" Gwen questioned playfully. Duncan smiled.
"Yes of course. Street smart! How do you think I manage to dodge all of the authorities?"
"Well, correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't you go on Total Drama instead of Juvy in the first place?" Gwen smiled with success. Duncan sighed.
"Whatever. Look, I'll come back as soon as I'm back to my old state of mind." Duncan said seriously.
"Promise?" Gwen asked, she felt really girly at that moment, but since there was no one watching she couldn't care less. Duncan smirked.
"Promise." He confirmed as he pulled Gwen in for a hug. They remained in that position for a while, until the PA crackled over the plane and Chris's voice broke the two apart .
"Could all losers and . Quitty report to the elimination ceremony immediately."
Gwen smiled at Duncan.
"That's your cue." Duncan sighed heavily, as he started to walk backwards towards his elimination.
"Bye Gwen." He said as he turned his back and walked out of the cargo hold leaving Gwen alone.
"Bye Duncan." She said softly to herself. She looked down at her hands that were holding Duncan's choker. Let's just say, when your best friend's a delinquent you tend to learn some of his tactics.
Duncan smiled at the memory when he realised his choker was gone. He had taught her well. Chase snapped him out of his daydream with a stern look on his face and a newspaper in his hands.
"Ugh, Duncan. You're going to want to see this." Chase handed Duncan the newspaper slowly. Duncan's eyes widened when he saw the front page. Wow. Good news really does travel fast.
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please forgive me if its a bit too mushy, it was late at night and i was going with the moment.
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