For one, I have an announcement. I have to warn you guys that there will not be an update next week. Instead, this story will be updated on the 3rd of June. The reason for this is that I'm going camping, to my distaste...
Wayne tapped his foot impatiently on the grass, watching the cars pass by on the road. He'd been waiting for Shawn for over 20 minutes and that was too long for his taste. He juggled between leaving on his own or waiting longer, telling himself, as he'd done several times, that the man might just be around the corner.
His prayers were soon answered and to his surprise, he heard a great amount of noise escaping from the building. He was even more surprised when Shawn suddenly bolted out of the front doors, heading his way.
"Well, it's about time you-", he was cut off by the man latching onto his wrist and pulling him with him as he ran.
"Complain later, right now we've got a tail."
Wayne looked behind them, saw a few guards still chasing after them, other running to their cruisers.
"That was your escape plan? Just running out?", he asked in astonishment.
"I had another plan, but the guards were being idiots and I had no other choice."
"Well, they're going to catch up to us sooner or later, so come on.", Wayne said, easily trotting ahead of the prisoner to take the lead.
"Well, you're certainly fit.", Shawn said, noticing the faster, steadier pace.
"You could say that...", Wayne replied.
The sound of dogs barking filled the air. God, they were close!
"Over there.", Shawn whispered, pointing to a manhole cover.
Wayne quickly complied, stopping at the entrance.
"You don't seriously expect me to go down there, do you?", he asked.
"Why wouldn't you?", Shawn stared at him.
"It's a sewer! Not to mention it's dangerous."
"It's a lot safer than being up here where we could easily be spotted, now go!"
Wayne groaned, lifting the lid and seeing Shawn climb in first.
"Come on, you pansy, we don't have much time to lose.", he said.
"This is disgusting! I can't believe I'm doing this!", Wayne yelled his feet sloshing around with each step.
"Didn't I tell you to hold your complaints?", Shawn said over his shoulder, grimacing.
"How could I? I'm walking around in a sewer with a prison escapee...!"
"God, Syx was right...", Shawn grumbled.
"Right about what?"
"He said that you like to whine.", a smirk played on his lips, "And from the sound of it, I'd say he's right, just like with everything else."
"Hmph...", Wayne huffed. He didn't like talking about Syx, not with this person.
"Do you have any idea how long we're going to be down here?", he said, changing the subject.
"It's been a while since the last time I escaped, I don't remember the route completely, but I know where I'm going and that's all I need."
"How do you-wait! What do you mean 'since the last time I escaped'?"
"What do you think I mean, kid? I may be in a closely guarded prison, but I know how to get out when I need to."
"And what makes you think that I won't tell The Warden about this?"
"You can go ahead and tell him whatever you want, it won't make a difference to me."
"I'll keep that in mind..."
"I bet you will. We're turning here.", the adult said, "From here, we only have a few more pipes to go before we can get back onto the surface."
"Great..."
It was cold and bright, Syx concluded. Even before he noticed, his heart raced. He snapped his eyes open, only to twist them shut again against the light that was above him. His head throbbed with a dull ache, his stomach lurched in fear at the remembrance of the events before. Realisation slowly swam back to him and he moved to sit up. He let out a surprised gasp when he found that his neck was strapped to whatever he was on. Where was he anyway?
"Well it's about time you came around.", a tired, silky voice said.
Syx managed to turn his head far enough to see Mallory leaning against the door frame through cracked eyes. She was looking at him with poison in her eyes. After a moment, she moved from her spot and Syx snuck a glance behind her before she closed the door. It was the hallway, at least that's how it looked...but that was true...then...
Panic fluttered around in his body and his began studying the room, rejecting defeat from the light. The huge shelves on the walls held basically nothing, he saw various jars and books, notebooks scattered and stacked onto each other. It all seemed like an innocent study, that was, until he caught sight of the many objects that were used for anything but. Scalpels, forceps, blades, picks, scissors, the list goes on!
And the blood stains...they covered the floor in a blanket of old and new marks, absorbed into the cement. His attention was diverted from Mallory and he didn't notice her when she came to stand next to him. At least, he didn't notice until she spoke.
"While you were unconscious, I started thinking...", her eyes gleamed, "'What kind of punishment is most necessary for a young detective?'"
She brings up a hand. Syx studies it and finds that she's stripped her nail polish from her fingers. Naked, her nails are brittle, scratched, and brown in color. She uses a single nail to tap the metal surface of the table. Wait...table?
Oh God, an operating table...cleaned several times, but still stained.
"I have to tell you the truth, dear.", she looks tired, irritated, "I didn't adopt you from random..."
She circles around him.
"My husband told me about you...said you were everything we wanted in a child."
Syx's blood ran cold in his veins and the mentioning of the man. What the hell was going on here?
Sorry, but I'm going to end here. I wasn't planning to, but I just don't want to write too much and mess up the flow. Again, there is not going to be an update next week until the 3rd! Please review and have a good week, you guys!