Agent Stone's escape
Stone sits in his cell, utterly depressed. He can't help but notice that the fluffy panels on the walls remind him of stray bullets. He cries for a while, and then goes to sleep. When he wakes up some time later, he realizes it's incredibly quiet. Usually at this time you could hear the clown thrashing around in his cell, trying to get comfortable. Instead there was just...nothing. Stone stops sucking his thumb and watches in half-hope, half-horror as the door to his cell opens.
The Fallen Agent recognizes the guy standing there almost right away. It was Calypso. He was tempted to try and attack this guy, then run out of this place...but Calypso spoke.
"Hello, Agent Stone," the strange friendliness radiating from him caught the interest of the agent. Was that really Calypso? It had to be.
"I know why you're in here. I've come to you to offer you an opportunity. An opportunity to save yourself from the past, and the mistake you made," Agent Stone realized the bastard was up to the same tricks he'd been up to for god knows how long.
"I think you should leave now," he said to Calypso in a shaky voice. But then it happened. Calypso pulled out something of obvious significance to the Agent, and tossed it onto the ground.
My god. He knew! How could he have known?
Stone stared at it for a few seconds before deciding, maybe it was ok to go along with this.
Ice cream...it's a big thing to offer to a man without a hope, in Hell.
How could I refuse?
Axel's escape
Somebody killed my wife. I don't know who. One day I was at the park, taking a nap, and when I woke up multiple hours later she was gone! Taken right from me! My rage got the better of me again, and I screamed. I couldn't stand too much more of this waiting-around-to-be-released deal. I had things to do.
Funny I think that, because my cell's door has just opened.
"Hello, Axel," some weird guy said.
"Who the hell are you? How'd you get in here?"
"I am Calypso."
What a stupid name I thought.
"So what do you want?"
"Money and a golden toilet," Calypso replied.
"What do you want from me?"
"Ah yes, I'm holding a krazy kontest. Would you like to participate in it?"
"Why do you spell those words with k's?" I was startled by that.
"How did you know?"
"It says right up there."
"Anyways, do you want in or not?" Calypso got back to the point.
"Well, what do I get out of it?"
"I'll show you who killed your wife," This guy must be even crazier than I am.
"You...know who did it?" But maybe he did know.
"Yes, and if you participate in this krazy kontest, and kill all the other contestants in vehicular combat, I'll show you."
"Why can't you just show me now?"
"My hands are tied," he tried not to smirk at my self-restraints.
I thought about it for a long time. It had to be all of ten seconds.
"Show me where to go," I said at last.
"Follow me," he went down the hallway. I rolled forward into the wall, backed up, rolled forward again (harder than last time), and bounced off again.
Once I get out of my cell, the man who killed my wife will have nowhere to go.
Somebody needs to knock in the god damn wall.
Skipping to when Axel wins the contest
I had won the contest. I went to Calypso and demanded my prize. I wanted to know who killed my wife. And I wanted revenge...
It was him, that freak in the ice cream truck! He was always around the neighborhood. I should've been more careful, should've sensed something was wrong. It was my fault! Maybe I was the one to blame for my wife's death...But then...he spoke to me.
"Your wife..she didn't die easy. You should know...she asked for two scoops of fudge on her sundae." I somehow retrieved a pistol from nowhere and shot him in the head until I felt a little better.
The clown is dead, but so is my wife... I will never be free!
Because I left the key in my pocket.
The Preacher (Foghorn Leghorn)
The Lord works in mysterious ways. Really mysterious ways. In fact, I just don't get it. Why would the Lord let a demon take control of my body, and force me to kill all of those people? I couldn't bear to think about it any longer, the demon inside me was taking pleasure in remembering what happened that night, the sick monster. I've tried to understand why this happened to me, of all people. Maybe God is testing me. But I'm just stuck in a cell, nowhere else to go. How is that a test?
I get to my knees and pray for mercy. Was I supposed to try and fight the demon? It was much too strong for me! God can't really think I can defeat a minion of Satan like that, can he? If he does, I could be damned for all eternity for not defeating it.
"If you're 555 I'm, 6-6-6." The guard outside sang in a jazzy way. Many times I thought that perhaps Lucifer was my guard. Anybody in this place could be the devil, though. Especially that damn clown. Despite the flames of Hell burning his head, he still stays relatively calm almost all of the time. What kind of a human can endure pain like that? When I had asked my guard that question, he'd replied, "He's not a human...he's a clown." Lucifer indeed.
The Lord still hasn't sent word on what I'm doing here, so I suppose that for now I'll just wait.
A/N: Took a long time to update this, but I was busy. Doing non-productive things. Actually, I was writing some of my own original story, if you have to know. I take a lot more pride in that one than any of these fics that I've written. If you wanna see it, you can send me a message. Otherwise you can wait for me to write some more on here.