Chapter 5
R&R Please
Warning: This has some hard brutality in it. And a little mis-behaving.
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Corn awoke with a start when a siren sounded from outside. He noticed he was still in the same place he fell by the wall. Jumping to his feet, Corn saw YoYo looking out the window. There were sirens going off everywhere, and a headlight occasionally lighted their window before disappearing again.
"Yo, what's happening man?"
Corn went over to have a look. YoYo made room as he pointed to the gate. Corn saw a figure that was being surrounded by what looked like dozens of others. From where he was watching, they looked like little ants.
"Someone is trying to escape, that calls for worse punishment then. . . then. . being sent to hell"
"This place is hell Yo"
"But if one gets caught trying to escape, then he (or she) will get put in the pound"
"What's the pound?"
Before YoYo could explain, he was cut off in dead silence as the figure below started to be stripped and one of the cops starting hitting the person with a hot metal poker. Corn flinched at the screaming being heard as sparks descended from the poker.
YoYo walked slowly over to the bunk. He sat down and sighed.
"I don't wanna be tortured like that man. . ."
Corn could sense a hint of choked up tears in Yo's voice. Walking over to the little guy, Corn lightly pat YoYo on the back.
"What happened exactly, three years ago? And what is the pound?"
Corn sat down next to Yo, waiting for the answer. YoYo didn't respond for a couple of minutes. The screaming outside slowly died down and so did the sirens and the spotlights. It was still late in the night Corn noticed.
YoYo frowned a bit before his face went blank, "The pound is what I heard they have here deep underground. They put you in this cold room with dogs trying to tear a junk out of you. The room is made so your screams are heard not. An hour, a day, who knows how long they keep you in there. There's this guy whose face is torn to shreds and has an arm missing, poor dude"
Corn thinks back to the day he came here. Clutch. . .
"So. . what about three years ago?"
~*~
"Alright you snotbags, outta bed! Or I'll personally get you up myself! Move it!"
Corn opened his eyes slightly. He could feel the sunshine glitter onto his face, he also noticed he was on the bottom bunk. But what he didn't notice right away was YoYo snuggled up next to him.
Corn gasped and rolled onto the floor, blanket and all, "Yo! What are you doin man?"
YoYo moaned groggily in his sleep. A few minutes later he yawned and stretched, sitting up. He looks lazily over to Corn, "I was sleeping, what it look like?"
"You were sleeping in the same bed as me. What happened last night?"
Corn got to his feet and noticed his shirt missing.
"Where'd my shirt go?"
YoYo giggled and held up Corn's shirt, "You took it off cause you were hot. ."
Corn frowned and grabbed his shirt from Yo, "That's a lame excuse, it's colder then a walk in freezer here"
"Hey you!"
Corn jumped as he noticed a cop standing right outside their cell.
"Floor 5 gets served breakfast first this week. So get moving! We'll collect you in 2 minutes"
YoYo yawned again as the cop walked away, then gave the cop a raspberry.
Corn stuck out his finger at the cop's back. Then he jumped back in his own surprise as a sudden idea struck his mind.
"You know", Yo said, not noticing Corn jump, "You never gave me your name. . or did you?"
"Forget the name Yo, I just had an idea on how to escape this place!"
Corn watched as YoYo laughed. He was about to protest when the cop came back to their cell.
"Let's go you worms"
Yo leaped from the bed and walked over to the cop. Corn heard a faint growl coming from his stomach, as well as his own. He followed YoYo who followed the cop. Corn noticed the people on Floor 5 follow with cops walking alongside the line.
It seemed there were more cops in the line then prisoners. Will his plan work? Or is it a sudden failure?
~*~
Warning: This has some hard brutality in it. And a little mis-behaving.
~*~
Corn awoke with a start when a siren sounded from outside. He noticed he was still in the same place he fell by the wall. Jumping to his feet, Corn saw YoYo looking out the window. There were sirens going off everywhere, and a headlight occasionally lighted their window before disappearing again.
"Yo, what's happening man?"
Corn went over to have a look. YoYo made room as he pointed to the gate. Corn saw a figure that was being surrounded by what looked like dozens of others. From where he was watching, they looked like little ants.
"Someone is trying to escape, that calls for worse punishment then. . . then. . being sent to hell"
"This place is hell Yo"
"But if one gets caught trying to escape, then he (or she) will get put in the pound"
"What's the pound?"
Before YoYo could explain, he was cut off in dead silence as the figure below started to be stripped and one of the cops starting hitting the person with a hot metal poker. Corn flinched at the screaming being heard as sparks descended from the poker.
YoYo walked slowly over to the bunk. He sat down and sighed.
"I don't wanna be tortured like that man. . ."
Corn could sense a hint of choked up tears in Yo's voice. Walking over to the little guy, Corn lightly pat YoYo on the back.
"What happened exactly, three years ago? And what is the pound?"
Corn sat down next to Yo, waiting for the answer. YoYo didn't respond for a couple of minutes. The screaming outside slowly died down and so did the sirens and the spotlights. It was still late in the night Corn noticed.
YoYo frowned a bit before his face went blank, "The pound is what I heard they have here deep underground. They put you in this cold room with dogs trying to tear a junk out of you. The room is made so your screams are heard not. An hour, a day, who knows how long they keep you in there. There's this guy whose face is torn to shreds and has an arm missing, poor dude"
Corn thinks back to the day he came here. Clutch. . .
"So. . what about three years ago?"
~*~
"Alright you snotbags, outta bed! Or I'll personally get you up myself! Move it!"
Corn opened his eyes slightly. He could feel the sunshine glitter onto his face, he also noticed he was on the bottom bunk. But what he didn't notice right away was YoYo snuggled up next to him.
Corn gasped and rolled onto the floor, blanket and all, "Yo! What are you doin man?"
YoYo moaned groggily in his sleep. A few minutes later he yawned and stretched, sitting up. He looks lazily over to Corn, "I was sleeping, what it look like?"
"You were sleeping in the same bed as me. What happened last night?"
Corn got to his feet and noticed his shirt missing.
"Where'd my shirt go?"
YoYo giggled and held up Corn's shirt, "You took it off cause you were hot. ."
Corn frowned and grabbed his shirt from Yo, "That's a lame excuse, it's colder then a walk in freezer here"
"Hey you!"
Corn jumped as he noticed a cop standing right outside their cell.
"Floor 5 gets served breakfast first this week. So get moving! We'll collect you in 2 minutes"
YoYo yawned again as the cop walked away, then gave the cop a raspberry.
Corn stuck out his finger at the cop's back. Then he jumped back in his own surprise as a sudden idea struck his mind.
"You know", Yo said, not noticing Corn jump, "You never gave me your name. . or did you?"
"Forget the name Yo, I just had an idea on how to escape this place!"
Corn watched as YoYo laughed. He was about to protest when the cop came back to their cell.
"Let's go you worms"
Yo leaped from the bed and walked over to the cop. Corn heard a faint growl coming from his stomach, as well as his own. He followed YoYo who followed the cop. Corn noticed the people on Floor 5 follow with cops walking alongside the line.
It seemed there were more cops in the line then prisoners. Will his plan work? Or is it a sudden failure?
~*~