A/N;
Weapon Frayer; Sorry for the short chapter!
Laurel Silver; Weapons Frayer wrote most of this chapter; I just added a few sentences and changed a few morphemes. All the praise for WF.
[Are We The Waiting, Green Day]
Gilbert wakes, shooting upwards immediately. He looks around to find himself back in Liz's Illinois apartment.
You only have a certain amount of time to use the watch. If you do use it for more than the appropriate amount….
A snore sounds from his side. Elizabeta lies there, laid sloppily spread out across the bed, a thin line of drool dripping from the corner of her hung-open mouth.
Wait a minute, does this mean that I just traveled back in time?!
The date had been March 14th, 1981. But according to Liz's calendar, today it is May 23rd, 1980, better known as the day Gilbert first got arrested.
And then that 'Awesome Idea Lightbulb' lights up in his head. Stuff needs collecting, a mission needs doing, and then… who knows? A second chance at his life.
First, he robs the pantry of snacks, water bottles, and flammables like lighter fluid.. Then, the pistol that his uncle used during WWI, an antique but Gilbert's always been sure to keep it in good condition. Finally, he opens Elizabeta's safe, and basically robs her of her money, jewelry, and valuables. Such a wonderful boyfriend he is.
Elizabeta yawns, stretching. "Shit, what the hell happened last-WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH MY STUFF?!"
Gilbert hastily opens the window and climbs out onto the fire escape, dashing down as Elizabeta follows him. As he runs, he pulls Ivan's pocket watch out of his pocket, turning the little key quickly to the right, and a flash engulfs him..
The flash fades, and he stands in the middle of an devastated city, the buildings in ruin around him, the sky dark and foreboding.
"Well, that was too far in time. Might have helped if one of them had given me a lesson in how thing works. But no, just give the guy a time-travelling pocket watch, he'll be able to work it out just fine! Fucking Russians."
Gilbert jolts back into his prison bed, feeling a bit dizzy from all that time-jumping. The vortex really fucks with your head.
Phase 1 of his Awesome Plan is complete. Initiate Phase 2.
He stands tall, crying out. "Are we? We are, we are? We are the waiting, our fates unknown! This dirty little prison town, called Jingletown, should be burning down in my dreams! And it is! We are all bound, to the fuckwad Jones' whims!"
He started to scream. "We may live in isolation now, the dreams of escaping are like heads or tails, fairy tales in our minds, but believe me, when we get out, your rage will be released! You're all able to!"
Gilbert finally screeched. "And do you know what I think about that?"
[Uprising, Muse]
Gilbert picks up the chainsaw he had used Ivan's pocket watch to help him steal from a small gardening store from down the street from Liz's apartment, and starts cutting the surprisingly flimsy steel of the door into shreds.
Within a minute, three wardens are sent to subdue the Prussian. A few pistol whips, kicks, and some clever hopping back in time, and all three are knocked out on the floor, the other inmates staring dumbfounded through the bars of their doors.
Gilbert grabs the keys to the cells, freeing the prisoners, asking all of them the same question as he lets them through the door; "Who prosecuted you?"
A total of forty-five answer "Detective Jones." With further encouragement, they all describe a similar story to Gilbert's; arrested for something petty, and Detective Jones somehow links them to Braginski and gets them slammed up in here. Together. Clever man.
But Jones' agenda was simple: anyone who even knew Braginsky had to go. And that was what all of the forty-five men in the prison are here over.
These forty-five are all Gilbert needs. The rest he can rile up easily, with a promise of freedom, and the odd sense of community the men have developed between themselves in their time here.
Phase 2 done. Time for phase 3.
Weapon Frayer; Sorry for the short chapter, folks! I would have wrote more...
...but then, school, 4 reports, 3 presentations, and a preliminary high school math test (for next year; I live in the US) comes crashing down.
Don't worry, though! I will have an entire week to myself, and I will try to get some stuff done; including my favorite chapter. :)
Laurel Silver; Dave Strider step aside; Gilbert Wellschmidt is in town!
We own nothing