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Bayman opens his eyes languidly to the sound of footsteps approaching and he sees Gina, the beautiful blond haired nurse, walking towards his cage with Quaid, a militant security officer at her side. In the past, she would always have such a compassionate disposition about her, but today, her red lips smirk vindication. Bayman stares at the the two of them through exhaustion and sorrow, this malicious torment too cruel for even Paris Hilton's fan club members.
"So, have we remembered anything yet?" Gina asks condescendingly, looking at her charts for a quick second, but Bayman continues to stare blankly, "I'd advise you to start talking while you still have a chance to live." Bayman doesn't relent.
"Talk!" Quaid demands powerfully, pointing his taser in Bayman's face, but before Bayman has even the slightest chance to speak, Quaid fires. His body seizes up all at once and begins convulsing uncontrollably.
"Looks like it's starting to take affect." Gina cackles mockingly and Quaid looks at his taser through immense surprise,
"I didn't mean to shock the poor kid, I was only trying to scare him." Bayman's spasming body begins slamming into the metal bar's painfully and Bayman scowls,
"Go-od...jo-b...ther-e...chief..." Bayman finally stills, saliva dripping from his mouth and steam rising from his singed skin.
"Yea, that's my bad," Quaid begins, "We were sent to let you out for yard activity, but you're going right back in. Understood?" Bayman smirks inwardly, ready to take full advantage of the ChickenHeadmistresses' kindness.
"I understand fully." Bayman says to the two, and then to himself, "But I won't be coming back." Gina inserts the key and turns the tumbler, allowing the cage door to loosely swing open and Quaid assists a sore and stiff Bayman from his cell.
"The other kids are on their way outside, would you like to eat first?" Gina asks and even though Bayman's stomach is digesting itself and all surrounding organs to keep him alive, he shakes his head. He doesn't need Jann leaving without him. It's his only chance. All Asians are smart, so Jann must know what he's up to.
"Then follow us."
Jann Lee leans against a large tree next to the security wall of the orphanage, surveying the other kids at play. Such pitiful tools they are. Content with following the same routine every freakin day and never wondering why no potential parents stop by to inspect them for adoption. Because this place is no conventional Orphanage, it's a prison, and he's going to leave it behind. The new supervisor will be held responsible for--
Jann Lee's thoughts are sent fleeing as he sees Bayman stumbling outside, shielding his eyes, with Gina as an escort. He never thought the boy would be released, he only told him that he was escaping to keep him content, but this...oh this wasn't expected. Someone must be planning to sabotage him. Could the Headmistress have found out?...Impossible!
Jann watches as Bayman makes his way towards the tree, the other kids maliciously spitting at him and throwing twigs and rocks, and other less dangerous objects like plastic batons, tennis balls, and shuttlecocks.
"Pervert!"
"Hentai!"
"Monster!"
"Al Qaeda!"
"Sauron!" Jann Lee lifts an eyebrow at the last one, and looks to see who said it, and isn't surprised to see Clive and Quang running around playing Lord of the Rings again.
Surprisingly, Bayman doesn't even seemed fazed. This boy's resolve is incredible, escape fueling his every move. It's unfortunate what Jann must do next.
"Hey, bunk mate, didn't think I'd make it." Bayman says, pulling a pair of soiled drawers from his head.
"Surprising how similarly we think." Jann answers, his mind spinning as he thinks of ideas of how to rid himself of the troublemaker. All eyes are on Bayman, there'll be no way to make a clean escape unless he misdirects him.
"So what's the plan? You be Wentworth, I'll be Dominic." Bayman begins, an easy smile creasing his lips and Jann takes a deep breathe before speaking. He'll go to hell for this.
"You see this tree?" Jann points upwards to a rope tied to a higher branch, left there and discarded long ago, "I've plotted the trajectory on the Y axis and the momentum you'll need to reach...the ideal inertia. Yea..."
"Sweet. So I swing over and land outside the wall?" Bayman asks hopefully and Jann almost sighs, surprised that he soaked up that dribble like a dry and often ridiculed sponge.
"Good, so you go first since I'm faster and it'll be easier for me to catch up." Jann Lee starts stepping backwards as Bayman takes a hold of the sturdy rope and attracts every eye in the Orphanage. He can't really go to hell since he's ensuring the retard isn't allowed to re-enter the real world. He simply wouldn't survive. Jann Lee reaches his true escape route, and uncovers the hole he's been digging since he arrived. A few inches every day truly pays off. Those enhancement pills weren't lying.
The false sod peels away easily enough and Jann looks down into the deep chasm which leads directly to the drainage system, which he has plotted out on the Internet. Blocking porn sites was useless, they should have blocked which yes, does exist, no need to check up on it. Jann Lee takes one last look around to ensure that no one is watching, and places his leg into the hole.
"Hey, Jann Lee is escaping!"
"Are you f'cking kidding me!" Jann Lee looks up, his blazing eyes turning red through fury and he sees Dorota squealing at the top of her lungs and pointing as she jumps up and down, her rolls bouncing and flopping all around.
"Why didn't that fat bitch just off herself!" Jann Lee scowls furiously, but like a flash of very girthy lightning, Bayman sails through the air and slams his elbow into her face.
Dorota drops fast, and Bayman then spins around and trips the legs out from underneath the new supervisor before he can launch his taser at Jann. Bayman leaps over Abdhullah's spear, and knee's him in the jaw. Dropping to the ground, he leg tackles him and a loud crack is heard as the NBA prospect slams to the ground.
"NO!" Susanne shrieks hysterically, "The Spear of Power! I will use my powers to resurrect it!"
She reaches for the broken spear, but Bayman grabs her hand and twists, producing another shriek,
"Listen here you, incompetent mass! 'Susanne' is not a Navajo name! You're last name is 'Williams'! You aint no damn priestess!" He throws her to the ground crying and rushes over to a wide eyed, gape mouthed Jann Lee.
"That was..." Jann Lee swallows nervously, half impressed, half frightened. He decides to just go for it, "Hey, there's a hole here. Woah, imagine that! I just found it. Forget plan A, let's just use this to escape."
Jann laughs nervously as he endures Bayman's long, vindictive stare, but finally, Bayman smiles,
"Sure, that rope couldn't hold me up anyways." Jann Lee sighs deeply as the alarm begins to sound and he doesn't hesitate to leap down. He falls a good ten feet, and rolls forwards as Bayman drops down behind him. There is only forty feet of crawling until they reach the metal door of the sewage canal. Jann Lee pushes the door open and the repugnant stench almost knocks him backwards.
"Good thing I didn't shower today...or ever." Bayman pulls his shirt up over his nose and Jann Lee slides into the cramped tunnel, his knees and hands damp with waste.
"It's only about a mile of crawling, then we're free." Jann Lee takes off at a swift crawl, knowing that the Headmistress is already plotting on where they'll come out at. Bayman begins behind, but he gasps as something closes in around his ankle.
"Aye, ye lads won't be escaping today." That voice belongs to Jones, Jann doesn't even need to look.
Bayman pulls forwards, dragging Jones into the tunnel behind them, but the large cook is too large to fit. He coughs and gasps as the metal walls clamp around his massive stomach. Bayman easily wriggles free and turns around, sinister as Malak,
"All that stolen bacon, all them leftover steaks, I'm almost glad it was you that pinched them and not me."
"Ye won't escape, no one does." Jones says angrily, his face reddening. Bayman snickers maliciously and leans close,
"We will escape, but I leave you with this. THANKS FOR MAKING STEAKS THE ONE DAY I COULDN'T EAT EM!" Bayman drops his elbow down on the cook's face repeatedly, then picks up a handful of the source of this horrendous stench and shoves it deep into the man's mouth, "F'ck being nice, ya hurd?"
"I'm not hearing much," Jann Lee says from the distance, "Be like the baby tomato and catch the hell up." Bayman smirks and rushes after Jann Lee with a certain satisfaction flowing through him. Not quite as fulfilling as a woman, but close enough.
The boys crawl through the tunnel system, turning and climbing, sliding and slipping for a little more than half a mile until coming to the exit that Jann Lee was banking on. He pushes upwards on the manhole cover and slides it away, the sunshine welcoming him like a Wal-Mart employee, a bit too happy and excited for their own good. He places his soiled hands on either side of the narrow, one way street, and pulls himself out. Trees surround the area as far as the eye can see, ideal surroundings to lose a chase...unless they have dogs.
"A lil...help." An out of breathe Bayman hollers up from the tunnel and Jann Lee reaches down and helps him out without hesitation. As much as he hates to admit it, Bayman was as much a factor in that escape as Jann himself was. And thanks to Jones, no one was able to follow them.
"We're heading west for Basel. From there I'm going to Japan, you can do as you wish." Jann Lee explains and Bayman nods his head with a smile,
"Japanese brizzles are mad hot, dude. Mind if i piggy back until we hit the land of the rising...ummm."
"Sun?" Jann asks, a bit bemused, but Bayman shakes his head,
"No, no, I was thinking of an erection joke, but I'm too tired." Bayman giggles to himself, but he cuts off as they hear cars approaching and Jann curses,
"Shit, I knew they'd be able to plot our course, c'mon!" Jann Lee takes off to the west, blasting through the trees as the black cars come into view. Bayman quickly follows, but peeks over his shoulder to see Quaid, Matthew, Walter and Richard rushing towards them.
"You can't escape, boys! We'll take you back in body bags if we--" Matthew was too busy trying to sound intimidating, he wasn't paying any attention and runs headlong into a tree. He falls hard and Quaid and Richard jump over him as Walter does some sort of spin move to juke his unconscious body. Bayman leaps over a squirrel as he sees the metal taser spike launch passed his eye. A poor bird explodes in a cloud of feathers and the spike is retracted.
Jann Lee looks backwards as he ducks a branch and sees that Quaid and Richard are both hot on his trail. He could risk turning and fighting them, but he can't handle all that electricity running through him at once. Especially if it's like Stan Lee's electricity that can surpass brick roofs. A rabbit scurries underfoot, and as Jann dodges it, he trips over a fallen log and slams to the ground. He dizzily sees Quaid approaching and quickly re-closes his eyes, feigning unconsciousness.
"Stay on the ready, Richard, Chinese kids are crafty. Finger handcuffs my ass..." Quaid holds his taser out cautiously, and Jann sees his opening. He quickly throws dirt into Quaid's face, sending him recoiling and Richard shoots a startled shot. Quaid falls to the ground, his body convulsing, and before Richard can recover his taser, Jann Lee rushes at him and launches himself into the air with a powerful kick.
"WAAATAAA!" The kick sends Richard slamming through trees trunks, not affected in the slightest by downward gravity until he lands in the center of a den of coyotes.
"What kind of story telling is this!" Richard yells, but he should have used his last words to form a prayer, because the hungry beasts rip him apart. Jann Lee lands in a huff, trying to decide what to name his unrivaled, brutal, dragon like kick.
Jann Lee drags himself out of the forest, attempting to find any sign of Bayman and surprisingly, he sees the other boy stumbling out on the other side of the road.
"I think I lost him." Bayman says, huffing and puffing with his hands on his knees. Jann Lee looks around, trying to figure out which direction is which, but he catches a glimpse of Walter.
"Watch out!" Jann Lee yells out as Walter emerges from the forest and lunges at Bayman, but Bayman leaps forwards, evading perfectly.
He rolls off the road as a bus comes out of nowhere and Walter doesn't have much time to do anything before it makes a pancake out of him. Bayman and Jann Lee's eyes widen as the bus comes to a screeching halt and Walter's shoe comes bouncing back on camera.
"Holy shit, did I just hit something!" The driver asks as the doors open, but Jann Lee can't find words. All of a sudden Bayman drops to his knees, tears in his eyes,
"You killed our papa! How horrible! Papa!" Bayman grabs the man's legs and sobs and Jann Lee lifts a brow through confusion.
The driver looks at Bayman and then at Jann Lee and curves his mouth in disbelief,
"You two are related?" Jann immediately realizes the plan,
"Yea...and our late mother was a midget. Such a Saint our father was...and you killed him..." The driver looks from one boy to the other and finally responds,
"I thought they prefered to be called 'little person', or am I sounding prejudice?"
"Yea, that's pretty discriminatory," Jann begins, "You trying to get back good with Buddha, you could start with giving us a free ride to Basel."
"Yea," Bayman chimes in as he stands up, wiping away wetness, "And we get to sit in the front row...actually, since you killed my noble father, I should get to drive!" The driver opens his mouth to contest, but Bayman continues to run over him, "And you buy us the best French hookers when we get there!" Bayman demands fervently but the driver shakes his fist,
"Now thats pushing it!"
Back at the orphanage, Headmistress Alda sits alone in her office, furious and displeased at the half-assed effort from her men. Her best men have failed her, and for such, they have been sentenced to death. Jone's is already rotting in his tomb of waste. She hears a knock on her door and looks up,
"Enter." Gina steps through with a large, muscular man behind her. His hair is a silvery white under a white turban and he wears army fatigues. Surprisingly handsome for such a gruff and seemingly emotionless man.
"The one you requested." Gina bows and withdraws, leaving the two alone. Alda stands to her feet and offers her hand. The man takes it with a nod,
"Why would an orphanage have need of my services? Why not the local police?" The man asks and Alda shakes her head,
"You have no loyalties, but to currency, correct?"
"It's a bit harsh when you say it, but yes."
"Then I can tell you the truth. This facility is a facade. We have kidnapped these children from all of the major threats around the world to study. We have found out much of what is genetically inherent in the different Ethnicities in the world. Yes, Switzerland is neutral for now, but that is only until we have enough research to strike."
"Impressive...and cruel. I flew from Italy with a certain doubt, but this...this is attractive."
"Good, this is all you need." Alda proffers the stranger an envelope containing certain information on the two boys, "The Chinese boy is much more important. Let the bumbling Russian escape, he won't survive on his own, but if Jann is able to mature into an adult, he may just be unstoppable. Success is the only option."
"Of course, Ms. Alda. My name is Leon and I'm a professional," Leon licks his lips voraciously, "Put those two together and bring me a delicious and delectable pre-pubescent Natalie Portman."