Fun Fact: I'm more nervous about this chapter than you guys are! o.0
Oh, and this chapter is kind, sorta, maybe, *very* violent. If you're uncomfortable with 14 year old kids shooting and killing people (in a probably graphic-ish way) then STOP READING NOW. The rating is 'T' for a reason.
Now then, where are you? I asked myself. The cell Fun Ghoul was in held no clues whatsoever; the walls were a plain white and there wasn't a window. The view the camera gave me didn't show any form of entry so I guess that the camera had to be above the door. Maybe there's an Options button? I wondered, even though it seemed slightly ridiculous. I tapped the screen and the visual became smaller as it slotted into the row of camera visuals. Quickly, I enlarged it back up and double tapped the screen instead. I grinned as what looked like an information bar appeared.
Prisoner: Killjoy Fun Ghoul (Name Unknown)
Location: Block C
Cell No: 290
Crime: Refusal to cooperate with BLI laws; Attempted murder of Head Exterminator and several members of the general public; Murder of Draculoid and Scarecrow Agents; Rioting; Theft; Damage to public property and damage to BLI property
Sentence: No. #5
Block C? Where the Hell is that? And what is a number five sentence?
I tapped on the underlined "Location" and immediately a map popped up with a bird's eye view of the BLI building. It looked like it'd been separated by different block letters and according to the map, I was in Block D. A little red dot on the screen informed me of where I was standing and a little blue dot showed where Fun Ghoul was. I almost laughed. This was going to be too easy! Crouching down a bit lower in front of the device, I touched the sides with my fingers and a small window popped up:
Become Portable?
I tapped on the Yes box and without a fuss, the device literally fell off the wall. I just managed to catch it before it crashed to the ground and alerted every Agent to where I was. Mentally chastising myself for not being careful, I took a longer look at the map and noticed that there were hundreds – no, thousands, it had to be – of little green dots whizzing around the screen. Those were the Agents then. After a quick look at the screen, I could easily summarise the key perfectly: red dot was me, blue dot was Fun Ghoul, green dots were Agents, long white lines were walls and the letters were different blocks.
Let's do this.
I scanned the area where I was and found no one nearby. Clutching the device in one hand, I slowly opened the closet door, peering around the corner. I looked up and down the corridor; nothing. Exhaling quietly in relief, I stepped out of the closet, closing the door behind me. For a moment, I waited. I waited for the ear-splitting sirens and the loud clump! clump! clump! of the Agents' footsteps as they rushed towards me, ray guns at the ready.
But, there was not a single sound to be heard. It was rather unnerving and I quickly consulted the electronic map. Spinning on my heels, I power-walked down the corridor, clutching the map in a vice-like grip as my heart thudded painfully with each step I took. Half of me wanted to run back into the closet and lock myself in there until I finally had the balls to come out. The other half (which squished the other half and therefore defeating it) encouraged me to keep calm and carry on; I had to find Fun Ghoul and get us both out of here. What happened after that however, I wasn't so sure.
Pushing the thought out of my mind, I looked at the map. I needed to find a way to get to Block C as quickly as possible. As I neared that particular section of the building, the amount of Dracs steadily increased and I'd had to dive behind a wall every now and then. I knew I couldn't keep hiding for very long and would soon have to fight one or two off. As I hid behind a wall, I heard the sound of an Agent's footsteps approaching from around the corner.
The ray gun would be handy… besides, it's only one, I thought to myself. When the footsteps were loud enough for me to initiate my surprise attack, I whipped round the corner and smashed the device into my enemy's face. The masked Draculoid went down like a sack of potatoes. Snatching the ray gun off him, I quickly shot the being in the head, not wanting to take any risks.
What, and this right now isn't a risk?! the little voice in my head snapped but I willed it away as I searched my enemy's pockets, finding little pieces of ammunition. I pocketed them and continued on my way.
-x-
The Scarecrow crumbled to the ground as I blew away the smoke from my new ray gun. I'd finally made it into Block C and had decided I wouldn't go on a killing rampage, like I wanted to do. No, I had to stick to the plan. I searched the four dead Scarecrows and took their guns, ammunition and…
"Well hello," I muttered as I pulled a pocketknife from one of the Scarecrows.
I was sure the Agents were dead but a little test couldn't harm, could it? I yanked back the Scarecrow's head and dragged the pocketknife across its throat. Blood squirted out before dribbling down its neck. I grinned. Oh yes, it worked alright. I did the same to the other three before walking away. My pace picked up a bit when I saw an uncomfortable number of green dots coming from behind. Then, it started.
The red lights flashed and my pace became a run, which became a sprint every now and then. The sirens pierced my eardrums but I couldn't afford to drop everything so I could try and block the noise. It would be a fruitless attempt and I'd only get myself killed. Glancing at the map, I began to take random twists and turns, shooting down Agents that came across my path. I didn't have time to slit their throats as I passed. A bullet to the head would have to suffice.
"Fuck!" I almost shrieked as something caught my ankle and I went crashing to the ground. My face smacked against the floor and I felt blood in my mouth. The map went skidding ahead of me, out of arms reach. I turned back and saw the masked face of a Draculoid clutching onto my leg. I growled in anger as I smashed my foot into his face. His grip loosened and it was all I needed to scramble to my feet and quickly slit his throat before running off.
Have to be more careful, have to be more careful, I mentally said to myself as I scooped up my belongings. The map showed I wasn't too far from Fun Ghoul now. Just a few more turns and I should be there.
I managed to hide behind corners from the Draculoids as I reloaded my ray gun. I had another but planned to use it only when this one became damaged or lost. I peered around the corner and saw two armed Scarecrows outside Fun Ghoul's cell. After checking numerous times, I was certain that this was the correct one. I took aim slowly and carefully, all the while keeping an ear alert for anyone approaching from behind. I squeezed the trigger and the Scarecrow nearest crumpled. It's partner didn't move which annoyed me. It was supposed to move to check on its friend! That action was what I'd been counting on! The damn bastard was in a too awkward position for me to correctly fire from.
"Fuck it," I growled as I revealed myself from behind the wall and pulled the trigger multiple times. I dodged the only blast the Scarecrow had managed to fire at me before it went down. I hadn't killed it yet, I could tell by its chest rising and falling. Without one swift shot, the Agent stopped moving.
As I approached the cell, I saw there was a keypad next to a thin outline in the wall, which had to be where the door was. The keypad was asking for a thumb print and I wasn't stupid enough to give it my own. Reaching for the pocketknife, I pulled up the dead Scarecrow's left arm and sawed through it's wrist. The job was messy and left blood all over my clothes, face, hands and the walls. My knife was now stained bloody from all the killings, but it'd been worth it; anyone working for BLI deserved to rot in Hell for what they'd done, not just to the people and America, but to the world.
The rest of the body fell back down as I pressed the thumb against the keypad. A thin blue line traced the print before flashing green. There was a swoosh! as the door to Fun Ghoul's cell opened. I grinned and was about to take a step forward when a cool, hard circle of metal prodded the back of my neck.
"Don't. Move," a voice commanded