Chapter three- Breaking Point
(These are my characters)
Shawn leaned over to Matthew and whispered the bad news to Matthew. "I've heard it from our informant, it seems your friend Yuna is dead Matt. Your other sister has gone missing, and the funeral is being held this Thursday. We need to leave immediately. "At this thought Matthew collected his tray of gruel, in which he gave it a glance of disgust. He sank on the benched table (In which it was uninhabited by inmates) and held his head. Yuna, guessing had became sin.…she had died. Just a month ago he had seen her face, she was with her new boyfriend. Now she's dead. Matthew's heart began to beat uncontrollably in his rib cage. It could have gotten worse he thought. But really he knew it wasn't. "His best friends Eric and Shawn sat on both sides of him, apparently waiting for instructions when and how to break out of their prison.
"There are two guards at the entrance leading to the cell hall, five talking excessively at the rear door leading to the gym outside. They're all armed with night sticks and guns, the federal bureau of investigations are waiting on standby, and we need to take them out quickly before they're able to fire." He saw from the corner of his eyes Shawn and Eric smile mischievously at each other. "We'll handle the guards, you'll take care of the bureau alright", said Shawn smirking at him. Why did he have to take care of the hard stuff, the bureau had life threatening weapons. "Okay", he agreed regretfully. Picking up a plastic fork the both of them took off at the guards. Patiently waiting, he sipped his gruel slowly to taste its disgustingness. They came back to the table with nine millimeters in their hands, about four, enough for all of them.
Taking two into his hands Matthew grabbed the guns and patiently waited. The inmates stared at him, cautiously waiting for the police, and he knew they were scared to even help him. Moments later the alarm sounded and coming in with their shields was the police, ready to retaliate. Matthew ran towards them, snapping one mans neck. They were shocked, caught off guard he shot four of them, then the remaining. There was a loud bang in which the cook serving the gruel had fired a sawed off shotgun. The bullets narrowly missed him by an inch, but reacting fast he shot the cook too. "Was that necessary", asked Shawn placidly. "I have a funeral to go to", replied Matthew. "Hey Matt, c'mon", said Eric running ahead into the cell hall. Running as fast as they could they exit the lunchroom and cell hall into the courtyard. Making their way through the guards five by fours they shot everyone, shot the locks off the gate for at least five minutes and went to the highroad. "That was hard", said Eric grinning broadly. "Stop cheesing Eric we need to get to Philadelphia, come up with a plan quick", protested Shawn. Matthew remembered how they got in jail in the first place. It was murder the cops said he committed, but he thought otherwise. He didn't do it, and Eric and Shawn were in it only because guilty by association, the jury thought them guilty too!
The first stop they would have to make would be to Shawn's sister house, Kaiya…who lived closeby. Hopefully she could provide them with clothes.
