AN – I'm sorry this hasn't been updated for some time. I lost momentum with it and yesterday an idea just came to me so I got this chapter out before I forgot what my idea was! Hope you like it.
"Keep your mouth shut and when I tell you to run you'd better run like Forrest Gump and never look back" Kev hissed in the darkness.
"Huh?" Guy was thoroughly confused.
One minute he was spending his second night in jail alone in his cell and the next Kev barged in and was telling him to get up, put his shoes on and get ready to run.
"Riot baby, we're getting out of here" Kev whispered softly.
Guy pondered this new information for a moment. Could he really manage to escape from here? Could he really leave and take Connie and never look back?
Part of him desperately wanted to say yes but he had this sinking feeling in his gut that it wasn't going to happen. Look at my life already, do you seriously think I could get that lucky?
"Five, four, three, two, one……..showtime!" Kev whispered grabbing Guy's arm.
"The fire will start, then the emergency lock release will activate and if all goes to plan the bomb will go off and we'll be home free!" Kev started chuckling in a low tone.
Guy sucked in a harsh breath. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Fire? Lock Release? Bomb?
"Okay ready kid? Go" Kev swung the cell door open crouching low. Guy dared to take a look around.
A fire had broken out in the bottom of the complex and majority of the guards were busy trying to put it out. The ones that had thought to try and stop the inmates from escaping were copping a severe bashing from the inmates who were too stupid to get the hell out.
"We'll hide here until the bomb goes off" Kev led me into a corner shielded by a few 44 gallon steel drums.
"Won't we get blown up?" Guy asked feeling very afraid.
"The bomb will go off over there and open up that wall, we'll have to be quick and get out before the smoke settles otherwise we'll be caught. Its our only hope" Kev told me.
This is crazy! Guy thought taking in his surroundings again. Inmates were being beaten by guards who, in turn, were being beaten by other inmates. It was a vicious circle and Guy was very glad Kev had laid this plan out very carefully.
Well at least he hoped the plan had been laid out very carefully.
"Do you think we'll get caught after its all over" Guy asked suddenly afraid. He didn't want to ask Connie to spend the rest of her life on the run with him.
It wasn't fair to ask her to constantly look over her shoulder and live in fear that the cops would catch up with them one day.
"Nah, the whole point is to make them think we died in the bomb blast. Oh and by the way I'm gonna have to cut you" Kev grinned.
"Cut me? Why?" Guy was confused.
"DNA you dickhead. If we give them a bit of our blood and maybe a bit of skin and hair then they'll really think we died in the blast, won't look as suspicious when we both turn up missing" Kev explained patiently whilst keeping one eye on the wall.
"We should have about two minutes so tear a chunk of your hair out, preferably from the roots. It'll hurt like a bitch but it'll be worth it" Kev instructed.
Guy took a deep breath and did as he was told.
Who knew an escape from jail would be so elaborate? Couldn't we just do it the old fashion way of digging a tunnel in our cell room floor? Guy thought to himself as he tried not to cry out loud when Kev grabbed his hand and cut it rather deep.
"Don't let it bleed on the floor until we're at the wall" Kev warned.
"Okay" Guy replied watching as Kev cut his own hand and bunched the cuff of his shirt into the palm to stop it dripping blood everywhere.
Guy did the same with his own shirt wondering how much longer they were going to be sitting here waiting.
"NOW!" Kev yelled as Guy tried to keep up.
The blast had the entire building shaking and Guy struggled to keep his foot holding as he ran.
"Let the hair go now" Guy heard Kev tell him but he couldn't see him through the thick smoke.
Guy dropped his hair and let the bloody cuff of his shirt drop, allowing droplets of blood to drip to the floor.
"Wrap it back up before we get outside" he heard Kev tell him.
Guy bundled the bloody cuff back into his palm and gripped it tighter than he'd ever gripped anything in his entire life. He couldn't believe that at this exact moment he was executing a well thought out jail break.
Cool, I'm technically a wanted fugitive! Guy thought excitedly as he allowed himself to be dragged out of the burning building and into the night.
"Where do we go now?" Guy asked once they were outside.
"Head for Fire Engine No. 79" Kev declared.
"What? Won't they dob us in?" Guy asked wide eyed.
"Nope, my brother's a firefighter, he's stashed some clean clothes on the truck. Once we slip a jacket over out clothes we wont be noticed" Kev explained.
"Oh" was all Guy could say. His head was swimming with so much information.
The pair made it to the fire engine undetected. Anyone who was around was way too busy staring at the inferno of red and orange flames emerging from the prison building.
"Here" a guy shoved a bag at Kev discreetly before running off to help his fellow fire fighters.
Guy guessed that was Kev's brother.
"Come on kid put this on" Kev shoved a tan suede coat at Guy together with a wet hand towel "Wash your face, soot, dirt and ash are a dead giveaway" Kev explained looking at Guy's confused expression.
"Shit you've thought of everything" Guy said vigorously wiping his face with the towel.
"Excuse me sirs, you need to step back behind the police line" a police officer laid a hand on Kev's shoulder.
"Oh of course officer" Kev kept his cool as he gestured Guy to follow him.
How could he keep so cool? Guy wondered. He for one was shitting his pants, not literally of course!
"Lets get out of here" Kev told Guy once they were in the safety zone behind the police barriers.
They disappeared into the night and hopped on the next bus not caring where it went. Both had one thing on their minds.
They'd done it!
They'd escaped prison.