I don't own Home Alone
The weeks towards September 19th came too quickly for Amy Lime. Throughout all those weeks when she had escaped her apartment, she had been hiding at an abandoned complex across town. No matter how many times she assured herself, her sleep had been anything but comfortable. Other than sleeping on the cold floor with nothing but her coat that she used as a blanket, the thoughts of her being found by Robert and Ray haunted her mind. At least, she hoped, she had managed to keep herself hidden but that did not comfort her of the fact that she had to expose herself on the outside whenever she needed to get some food.
Her stomach loudly grumbled, an indication that she needed to feed herself. Reaching into her wallet, she opened it and noticed that she only had a couple of cents which wasn't even enough to buy her a bottle of water. If she only had that courage to steal for survival she would have done it but that would stoop her down to same level as Harry. There had been nights where Amy had tried to find some form of explanation and justify Harry's actions in his thefts. Money had always been a concern for them, especially when they moved in Chicago, but deep down she knew that stealing, especially from other properties was not an honest thing to do. Not to mention that heist that she had been introduced to, and how cryptic his answers were to her inquiries.
Glancing out the window of the abandoned room, Amy looked outside and noticed how bright the day was. It was the perfect day for an outing, a day to have some fun. Not to break your husband and his friend out of prison. However, she had promised that she would be there for them. There were days when she had told herself that she was not going to do it. Why should she make herself an alibi where even she could wind up in jail? Then there was that fear of her husband getting killed in prison. She knew that Harry was a tough man and could handle whatever situation came his way, but in prison where he didn't know who was his ally or his enemy? That was a risk and even though he didn't show it, Amy had felt that he was pleading to get him and Marv out of there.
Collecting her car keys, Amy wrapped her coat around her frame and headed to the door of the abandoned building. She turned her head to the left and right, ensuring that she wasn't being followed and hurried over to her car. Turning on the ignition, she did not hesitate but sped as quickly as she could towards Cook County Jail.
September 19th came too slowly for Harry Lime and it was for a good reason. During those weeks, he had kept his mind busy on the scheme that he had planned with Marv. Ever since that night, Marv's hesitation had grown from anticipation to fear and it was driving Harry up the wall. He wondered why he hadn't given Marv a punch upside the head to get his mind in order. This was a live or die situation and Harry didn't want the latter and he was sure that Marv didn't want that either.
As for now, the two men were sitting at a table immersed in a game of cards with other prisoners surrounding them at nearby tables.
"Get that look off your face," Harry whispered to Marv, "you look like you've seen a ghost."
"That's because I am seeing a ghost," Marv said to him, "and it's ours when we do this!"
Harry was about to slam the deck of cards on the table but decided against it. There was no need to arouse suspicions between their fellow prisoners. "It doesn't matter," he said to him, "we're gonna do this today. Just follow the plan." The amount of times that Harry had told Marv of the plan and the amount of times that he had reiterated the plan all these weeks, it would be a great shock if Marv was to forget it. Harry knew how bumbling Marv was but he wasn't that thick. "You wanna run through it again?"
Marv looked up from the deck of cards and over to Harry. "You get escorted by a guard to go to the bathroom and change. I wait for you and when I see you, I start and argument with one of these prisoners here."
"Not just any prisoner," Harry leaned close to Marv, "but that one." He pointed over to the prisoner that had called Harry a 'funny guy.' Ever since that encounter, Harry had found him to be quite obnoxious than the rest of the prisoners.
"Uhh..." Marv looked at the prisoner who was basically the same height as him, "yeah that one."
"But make it look good," Harry said to Marv, "I get in, take you out, and we make a run for it."
At his words, Marv nodded his head to Harry and unconsciously bit his lower lip. He hated how nervous he felt because one wrong step, the whole plan would blow over and they would still be stuck in here or worse.
As for Harry, he was as calm as he could be. Even though he could see the tension that Marv was going through, one of them had to remain calm in this situation. He turned his head and looked over his shoulder, seeing a police guard supervising the room. "It's time," he said to Marv as he got up from his head and headed over to the door of the room.
"Whoa there, Lime," the guard said, "where do you think you're going?"
Marv tried to listen to what Harry was telling the guard, even though he knew what his inquiry was. It was only that idea whether the guard would let him go or not. "Come on," he whispered under his breath and then let out a sigh of relief as the guard gave into Harry's demands and the two walked out the door.
In the hallway, Harry stared straight ahead and didn't dare turn his head back. There was no need to raise an suspicions, especially now that he had a guard following him.
"Make it fast, Lime," the guard said when they finally arrived to the bathroom.
Harry stood looking straight at the door that led to the bathroom stalls. Surprisingly, it was just the two of them and no other prisoners or guards roaming about. On his left, there was a camera who's head moved every ten seconds to survey the scene that was going in that room. At that moment, Harry could see from his peripheral vision that the camera was looking straight at him and the guard. Five...four...three...two...
"What are you waiting for Lime?" the guard asked him.
One! At that, the head of the camera changed direction and Harry lashed forward grabbing the guard and pushing him into the door. The door swung open and the two men rolled across the floor, grappling onto each other. Harry wound on top of the guard and nearly dodged a punch from the guard who swung at him. Harry swung his fist towards the guard where it connected with the man's cheekbone but that wasn't enough to overpower the guard. The other used as much force as he could to push Harry off of him.
Harry toppled onto the floor but quickly gained his composure and launched himself onto the guard, pushing him towards the wall with as much force as he could. Having him cornered to the wall, Harry punched the guard repeatedly in the stomach. That only caused temporary weakness to the guard but he still had enough force to raise his fist towards Harry and go from the punch. However, Harry was quick enough and dodged the punch causing the guard to stagger forward. Upon that stagger, Harry reached at the guard's belt and confiscated the gun.
"You're mine Lime!" the guard yelled as he whipped around and launched himself onto Harry.
Harry found himself onto the ground with the barrel of the gun pointed directly onto the guard. Without hesitation, Harry pulled the trigger and at that moment, he heard a grunt coming out of the man and then the life being swept away from his body. Pushing the corpse off of him, Harry got up to his feet and dragged the guard's body into one of the stalls. Looking down at his prison robes, he said that it was stained with blood and immediately stripped out of the clothes and into the police uniform, that Amy had given him, that he wore underneath.
There was no moment to lose. Taking a deep breath, he collected himself from that encounter and headed out of the bathroom stalls. He couldn't believe that part of the plan had been executed perfectly...and how calm he had remained through it all.
Marv tapped a playing card onto the table and tried to think how he was going to initiate a fight between him and that burly prisoner. Why couldn't it have been one of the other prisoners that Marv didn't find intimidating but it had to be this one specifically? He heard a laughter coming from the table where that prisoner sat but it wasn't long before he got up from the table but stood for a good couple of minutes, laughing at the jokes that they exchanged with one another.
Marv didn't know how much time passed when the door of the room opened and Harry walked inside, wearing that police uniform. It took a moment for Marv to realize that it was him but at least his presence there didn't arouse any suspicions from the other prisoners. Now that Harry was here, the second part of the plan that to be executed. Moving his eyes over to the burly prisoner, he had finally moved away from the table and was walking close to Marv's table.
With a slight hesitation, Marv pretended to stretch and stuck out his foot in front of the other.
"Hey!" the prisoner yelled, almost tripped and falling onto his face. "What do you think you're doing?!" he boomed and whipped around to face Marv.
This guy's got a short temper...worse than Harry Marv thought as he looked up at the prisoner. "Can't a guy stretch?" he asked him.
"Stretch somewhere else! Not when I'm walking past you! You trying to kill me or something?" the other yelled at him.
"No," Marv shook his head and could feel Harry's eyes burning upon him to act tough and continue the altercation. His eyes bounced back to the prisoner, "because if I did, I would have done it anyway."
The prisoner blinked upon Marv's words before he realized whom this guy was. Even though he never had an issue with this prisoner before, he knew that Marv was the one who always hung around with that 'funny guy.' "I know you," he sneered at Marv, "you're friends with Shorty aren't you? Wasn't he here a while ago?"
Marv shrugged his shoulder. "Don't know where he went," he said to him and tapped the playing card onto the table.
A sinister smile formed on the prisoner's lips as he looked at Marv. "So he's not here to protect you, then is he?"
"What do you-?!" Before Marv knew it, the playing card was slapped away from him and two large hands grabbed him by the front of the shirt. He was flung out from his seat and pinned onto the wall.
"Now," the prisoner said to Marv, "you were saying?"
Marv hadn't expected that sort of action. Forming his hand into a fist, he bought it towards the prisoner's stomach causing him to grunt in pain and lurch forward. Marv felt himself loosen from the other's grip and he reached down to his boot and pulled out the gun that Amy had given Harry. "Back off," he said to the prisoner.
No you idiot! Harry wanted to yell at Marv.
The prisoner gathered himself from the punch and looked at the gun that was being pointed right at his face. Given his history and the amount of crimes that he had committed, what Marv was doing was a mere child's play. A slight smile formed onto his lips as he looked at Marv. "Now this," he said as he looked from Marv to the other prisoners, "this is something that you shouldn't do." He lashed out like a snake and wrapped his hand around Marv's wrist, pulling him forward and slamming his forehead against Marv face.
Marv thought he saw stars forming in his eyes as he staggered backwards but didn't lose his grip on the gun. Shaking his head, his vision cleared and saw the prisoner barreling towards him.
"Come on! Get him!" the other prioress were cheering as Marv was lifted from the ground and thrown across the room.
Marv staggered to the other side of the room and slammed against the wall. Harry calmly watched as he saw his comrade suffering the worst of the plan, but at least he was managing it. Before either of the thieves knew it, the burly prisoner reached inside his boot and pulled out a sharp knife.
"Come on," he laughed at Marv, "let's dance!" Before Marv knew it, the knife slice through the air and onto his flesh.
"Aggh!" Marv yelled as he spun away from the prisoner's second assault.
Use the damn gun! End him! Harry wanted to yell as he witnessed the whole attack between Marv and the other. The last thing he wanted to see was Marv getting killed right before his eyes, but if he had to intervene, then he would. Through the whole fight, the cheers coming from the other prisoners grew louder and louder, which was enough to grab the attention of the other guards.
Marv then found his back pinned onto the table and the prisoner on top of him. The tip of the knife shined through the light as it was held under his chin. Marv didn't think that this was how the plan was going to end. Had he taken a wrong step that had him wind up in this situation or was this how he was going to die anyway? He tried to muster as much strength as he could to push the prisoner off of him but he felt that he had no strength left.
"Kill him! End him! Do it! Do it! Do it!" the prisoners chanted.
Just then, the door was kicked open as the guards swarmed inside with their weapons in the air. "Chandler, got off him now!" one of them yelled to the prisoner.
Marv felt his breath slowly starting to leave his body. Not only through the altercations or the beating that he suffered, but also the fact that this guy was weighing down on him. Harry watched from the prisoners to the guards and then to Chandler who towered over Marv. The more that this was delayed, the more opportunity it gave for Harry and Marv to be caught. Taking out the gun, Harry pointed it straight at Chandler and pulled the trigger.
The sound echoed in the room and Chandler was hit in the back. The prisoners, unaware where the shot came from, all knelt on the ground but when they saw Chandler's body on the ground, they quickly ran to the guards and attacked them to the floor. Through the frenzy, Harry ran as quickly as he could towards Marv and pulled him off the table. "Come on!" he yelled and pulled the other with him and out of the room.
As the two of them ran down the hallway, Harry skidded to a halt and pushed Marv into a corner of the hallway and allowed the other guards and rush past them, where he hoped they didn't take notice of them hiding in there. Harry peeked outside, making sure that the coast was clear before heading out the door.
"Harry," Marv seethed as he looked down at the arm that he was clutching and saw his hand stained with blood.
"Hold on Marv," Harry interrupted him, "we're almost there. We're almost out, come on!"
"Harry, my arm," Marv motioned to him, "it's bleeding."
"There's nothing I can do about it Marv," Harry said to him, "come on already! She's waiting for us outside!" Going through another hallway, Harry was surprised to see that no one else was paying attention to what was happening. The worker at the front desk was busy admitting in a prisoner that was held by a police officer and the others who worked the floor had all headed inside the room where the prison riot was happening.
Turning head to the right, there was a doorway that led to the outside. A couple more steps and they would reach their prison from this place that they had to endure for nine months. "Come on," he said as he pushed Marv and himself towards the doorway. Right there, the two men where met the warmth of the sun and cool breeze of the season and right before his eyes was the car that had been waiting for them.
Marv shook his head from the sunlight and squinted at the car that was waiting for them. "There she is," he said to Harry before they ran towards the car as quickly as they could. Harry pulled open the back door and stuffed Marv inside before sliding into the passengers seat.
Amy was caught off guard at the insanity. "Harry?" she whipped around as she saw the backseat stained with blood. "Oh my God, Marv!" she exclaimed, "what happened?"
"Drive!" Harry ordered.
"He needs medical attention Harry!" Amy yelled.
"Damn it, Amy! Move!" Harry yelled as he pulled her out of the driver's seat and to the passenger seat before settling himself in front of the steering wheel. He stepped onto the gas pedal and before Marv and Amy knew it, they were thrown back on their seats as the car sped down the road and took a turn into the busy streets of Chicago.
