Chapter 3
Please R&R
Warnings: This chapter is a little intense. Rating: PG-15
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"Hey you! Get back here!"
Panting and running fast as he could, a cop was gaining on the GG Corn, who was confused and lost in the world he didn't recognize.
"YoYo! Beat! Gum!!"
Corn yells desperately as he approaches the dark facility. Stopping at the entrance, he notices it was all steep stairs, with nothing to grind on. Cussing loudly, he takes off his skates fast as possible. When a cop reaches out for his shoulder, Corn whams his skate against the cop's hand, making the cop yell and fall back.
When another cop is just inches from him, Corn throws the other skate at his head. The cop yells as the skate takes a direct hit right on his forehead.
Corn didn't hear the cop yell at him. Neither did he see the gates close behind him as he starts climbing the stairs up the narrow way, curving around this way and that.
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It's been about and hour, the cops' voices have died down, now the only sound was the faint chirping of birds and the fast pant of Corn, who made it halfway up the staircase.
"This has to be at least 130 feet high!"
He coughs and sits down. Looking right next to him, he notices a window and what appears to be an elevator. He grumbles to himself, "This must be the way the slaves go. ."
Before he could finish his sentence, the staircase starts moving up. An escalator. That could only mean one thing; they were waiting for him up at the top and didn't want to wait any longer.
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"If you in there guys, I'm going to bail you out! I promise you that!"
Corn grits his teeth and narrowed his eyes in madness. He was almost to the top of the facility. He could make out the shiny black boots of the cops and the glimmer of their guns in their hands.
"Don't try nuthin smart punk, we're on to you"
A cop dressed in red with stars on his left shoulder was talking to the GG. Corn figured this was the cop in charge of the group.
Corn stood up as the staircase ended at a gate. It was black, unlike the other fencing, with spikes along the iron bars. One of the cops in a tower had to be operating a gate, for the cop in red gestured to a nearby tower on Corn's left.
Corn's plan was to burst through the cops like he and the gang usually did. But to his surprise, Corn wasn't leapt upon. Three cops he didn't even know was there grabbed from behind and quick as a flash, metal cuffs were holding his arms in place behind him.
"Don't try to escape kid, not one has since that creep got fired. Move him in a cell!"
Half a dozen cops were pushing corn. He noticed more muscle on these guys.
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"We have two cells still open, we still haven't caught that one with the green hair."
("Green hair? YoYo?")
"Right, so he'll be located floor 5, cell 58"
Corn was practically being dragged into this facility that smelled, very noisy, and slimy. While he was being dragged, he noticed a few familiar faces.
On floor 3, cell 35, he noticed the Poison Jam gang. But they weren't in their costumes. They had on slime green clothes with the words "Correctional Fiend"
The leader, or, the leader that Corn recognized was cussing at the others about ripping the bedsheet on the top bunk.
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Floor 5, cell 51. Corn yelled at the person inside it.
"Clutch! Clutch remember me?! I swear I'll. . . oh my gawd!"
Corn gasped as Clutch turned around into the light.
Clutch's face was practically nothing but bones and blood. His skin was shed by what looks like a dog had grabbed by it's teeth. His left eye was missing, there was nothing but hole in it's socket. Most of his hair was torn out, probably by Clutch himself.
Corn choked to keep from hurling. The cops who were holding Corn by the arms just smiled. Pushing him along, Corn took one last glance at Clutch (who said nothing but just stared) and continued to walk.
Floor 5, cell 54.
"Hey you!"
Corn stopped once again, he was surprised the cops didn't object. He gaped at the person inside this cell before quietly saying, "Hey. . ."
"Gimmie outta here! I don't wanna die! Please let me go! I swear I won't graffiti again!! I SWEAR IT! LEMME OUT!"
The person immediately ran to the bars but was pushed back by the electric, almost invisible high electric current.
The person yelled. Corn had to keep from fainting, the shrill was too high and cold to come from a human. What happened to her?
"Ry. . . Ryth. ."
Corn felt a tear come down his face as he looked her up and down.
Ryth was bald. Her clothes were torn, she was scantily clad. When he leaned down, Corn could she most of her chest. She had burn marks everywhere, deep maroon ones. Some were even bleeding. She had deep scratches on herself. Corn could faintly see blood slowly descending down the walls of her cell. Could it be hers?
But he saw another figure. One that was just sitting on the bunk beds. He could make out a figure that was the biggest he'd seen.
"Combo! What are you doing man! Stop her from hurting herself, please?!"
Tears were streaming down Corn's face. The figure did nothing but give the finger to Corn and then go back to it's original pose.
The cops hurried Corn along as he was loosing control. Every so often, he could hear a slap coming from that very cell. And more high pitch screams that overcame the other prisoner's screams.
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Author's note: I know this was a little intense. I'm sorry if I made you weary, it made me dizzy just writing it. But it has to be this way, sorry. But trust me, it will get better!
Please R&R
Warnings: This chapter is a little intense. Rating: PG-15
~*~
"Hey you! Get back here!"
Panting and running fast as he could, a cop was gaining on the GG Corn, who was confused and lost in the world he didn't recognize.
"YoYo! Beat! Gum!!"
Corn yells desperately as he approaches the dark facility. Stopping at the entrance, he notices it was all steep stairs, with nothing to grind on. Cussing loudly, he takes off his skates fast as possible. When a cop reaches out for his shoulder, Corn whams his skate against the cop's hand, making the cop yell and fall back.
When another cop is just inches from him, Corn throws the other skate at his head. The cop yells as the skate takes a direct hit right on his forehead.
Corn didn't hear the cop yell at him. Neither did he see the gates close behind him as he starts climbing the stairs up the narrow way, curving around this way and that.
~*~
It's been about and hour, the cops' voices have died down, now the only sound was the faint chirping of birds and the fast pant of Corn, who made it halfway up the staircase.
"This has to be at least 130 feet high!"
He coughs and sits down. Looking right next to him, he notices a window and what appears to be an elevator. He grumbles to himself, "This must be the way the slaves go. ."
Before he could finish his sentence, the staircase starts moving up. An escalator. That could only mean one thing; they were waiting for him up at the top and didn't want to wait any longer.
~*~
"If you in there guys, I'm going to bail you out! I promise you that!"
Corn grits his teeth and narrowed his eyes in madness. He was almost to the top of the facility. He could make out the shiny black boots of the cops and the glimmer of their guns in their hands.
"Don't try nuthin smart punk, we're on to you"
A cop dressed in red with stars on his left shoulder was talking to the GG. Corn figured this was the cop in charge of the group.
Corn stood up as the staircase ended at a gate. It was black, unlike the other fencing, with spikes along the iron bars. One of the cops in a tower had to be operating a gate, for the cop in red gestured to a nearby tower on Corn's left.
Corn's plan was to burst through the cops like he and the gang usually did. But to his surprise, Corn wasn't leapt upon. Three cops he didn't even know was there grabbed from behind and quick as a flash, metal cuffs were holding his arms in place behind him.
"Don't try to escape kid, not one has since that creep got fired. Move him in a cell!"
Half a dozen cops were pushing corn. He noticed more muscle on these guys.
~*~
"We have two cells still open, we still haven't caught that one with the green hair."
("Green hair? YoYo?")
"Right, so he'll be located floor 5, cell 58"
Corn was practically being dragged into this facility that smelled, very noisy, and slimy. While he was being dragged, he noticed a few familiar faces.
On floor 3, cell 35, he noticed the Poison Jam gang. But they weren't in their costumes. They had on slime green clothes with the words "Correctional Fiend"
The leader, or, the leader that Corn recognized was cussing at the others about ripping the bedsheet on the top bunk.
~*~
Floor 5, cell 51. Corn yelled at the person inside it.
"Clutch! Clutch remember me?! I swear I'll. . . oh my gawd!"
Corn gasped as Clutch turned around into the light.
Clutch's face was practically nothing but bones and blood. His skin was shed by what looks like a dog had grabbed by it's teeth. His left eye was missing, there was nothing but hole in it's socket. Most of his hair was torn out, probably by Clutch himself.
Corn choked to keep from hurling. The cops who were holding Corn by the arms just smiled. Pushing him along, Corn took one last glance at Clutch (who said nothing but just stared) and continued to walk.
Floor 5, cell 54.
"Hey you!"
Corn stopped once again, he was surprised the cops didn't object. He gaped at the person inside this cell before quietly saying, "Hey. . ."
"Gimmie outta here! I don't wanna die! Please let me go! I swear I won't graffiti again!! I SWEAR IT! LEMME OUT!"
The person immediately ran to the bars but was pushed back by the electric, almost invisible high electric current.
The person yelled. Corn had to keep from fainting, the shrill was too high and cold to come from a human. What happened to her?
"Ry. . . Ryth. ."
Corn felt a tear come down his face as he looked her up and down.
Ryth was bald. Her clothes were torn, she was scantily clad. When he leaned down, Corn could she most of her chest. She had burn marks everywhere, deep maroon ones. Some were even bleeding. She had deep scratches on herself. Corn could faintly see blood slowly descending down the walls of her cell. Could it be hers?
But he saw another figure. One that was just sitting on the bunk beds. He could make out a figure that was the biggest he'd seen.
"Combo! What are you doing man! Stop her from hurting herself, please?!"
Tears were streaming down Corn's face. The figure did nothing but give the finger to Corn and then go back to it's original pose.
The cops hurried Corn along as he was loosing control. Every so often, he could hear a slap coming from that very cell. And more high pitch screams that overcame the other prisoner's screams.
~*~
Author's note: I know this was a little intense. I'm sorry if I made you weary, it made me dizzy just writing it. But it has to be this way, sorry. But trust me, it will get better!