Chapter 4 (Freddie's POV)

I peered through the bars of my cell. A clock hung on a pillar, right in front of my cell. In the dim light I could see it read 12:30. This was the night I was going to escape. I had to get out of this dump. Chester was pretending to be asleep. Honestly, I don't think he ever went to sleep. It would explain the bags under his eyes every day. I climbed on the top of the bunk bed. Chester already had the bottom so I took the top. "I know you're not asleep, Chester," I whispered.

"Gee, how'd you know?" Chester said almost silently.

I smiled to myself. "Why did you tell me to get out of here before it was too late?" I asked.

"When you're in jail long enough," Chester sighed. "it makes you mean. You start to just hate the world for turning it's back on you. I don't want that to happen to you. You're just a kid."

"Thanks, but you don't need to worry about me," I told him.

"So when are you planning on breaking out?" Chester whispered.

"How'd you know I was planning to do that?" I asked.

"You've been asking to go to the bathroom a lot. I can only imagine that you were looking for a way out."

"Oh."

"Look, Freddie, if you want out, I'll help you. My life is over. None of my family members are alive to bail me out of jail. It doesn't matter to me," Chester offered.

"Really?" I said, shocked.

"Yeah." Chester stood up and looked at me. "I'll even help you come up with a better plan."

I grinned. "Awesome."

"Hey, man!" Chester pressed his on the cell bars. "I gotta use the bathroom."

The guard sighed and walked over to our cell. He unlocked the cell door with keys that had been hanging on his belt. The guard hooked them back on his belt and opened the door. I was leaning against the wall close to the door. When the guard turned around to lead Chester to the bathroom, I took the keys from his belt. When they got far enough away, I whispered, "It's like taking candy from a baby."

I held the key ring in front of my face and tried to remember which one the guard used. Sighing, I started to try every key in the lock. When I got to an old rusty one, the door opened. I shut the cell door behind me. "Time to get out of this hellhole," I muttered.

I ran pass other inmates. They had shocked looks on their faces. Hey, what can you expect from a genius like me? In the distance, I heard footsteps. I pressed my body against a pillar. I heard the guard walked pass me. It was dark so you couldn't really anything. But I had asked to use the bathroom so much I could walk through this place in my sleep. I continued down the hallway.

I had to hurry before the guards noticed I was gone. When I looked up, I saw a camera looking right at me. Shit. Why didn't I think about the cameras before? I started running as fast as I could. The alarms started blaring in my ears. Red lights flashed. I found a door and tried to open it. Locked. I tried my keys. Shouts were coming from every end of the hallway. I finally found the right key and unlocked the door. Just as I got the door open, I saw flashlights coming my way.

I broke the key off in the door and went inside. "Not today, suckers!" I slammed the door shut.

With the keys broken off in the door, they wouldn't be able to open it. The PA came on, "ALL GUARDS TO LEVEL THREE, FREDWARD BENSON IS ON THE RUN. FIND HIM AT ALL COSTS," a guy said.

I hated the name "Fredward". Honestly, I don't think it fit me very well. Freddie is much better. But hey, I didn't name myself. I found a light switch and turned it on. I was in an office, I think. There was another door in front of me. It was unlocked. When I was in the next room, I locked the door behind me. Yet, another door was in front of me. Unlocked. I pressed my ear to the door and heard a set of footsteps coming. It only sounded like one person so when they got close enough, I opened the door. The idiot slammed right into it. It was some overweight guy. He looked like those cops you see in movies that are eating donuts in a coffee shop.

I bent down and took his gun. It could come in handy; plus it was really cool looking. There weren't any cells around me anymore, instead there were office doors. I saw a door down at the end of the hallway. I ran toward it. Cops poured out of the room beside the exit door. Damn. Each one had their guns out and pointed at me. "Put your hands where I can see them!" the cop in the front shouted.

"Man, ya know, I haven't seen my friends in awhile so why don't you just let me pass?" I asked.

"Put your handing up!" another cop snapped.

Slowly, I walked toward the crowd of five cops. I saw a skinny guy; he could barely keep his gun from shacking. In one swift move, I wrapped my arm around the guy's throat and brought the gun to his head. "Let me pass."

The other cops glanced at each other. They lowered their guns. I pulled the skinny cop with me as I walked to the door. When I got out the door I took the guy's gun and threw him on the ground. He starred at me in awe; probably because I didn't shoot him because that's just the kind and giving person I am. Big searchlights were all around the compound. "FREDDIE BENSON, DROP YOUR WEAPONS AND PUT YOUR HANDS UP," someone shouted through a blow-horn.

I thought about it, and then said, "Nah."

I shot the gun in my right hand. The bullet hit one of the searchlights. Dust flew up around me. They were really firing at a kid? I ran and took out two more searchlights. I found bushes and ducked in them. I heard cops yell orders to me, but, of course, I didn't listen. The fence was right behind me. I pressed the gun to the fence and fired. I did the same thing four more times. When I was done the hole was big enough for me to crawl out of. The gun in my right hand was empty so I dropped it and put the other gun my jumpsuit's pocket.

With that, I ran as fast as I could away from the prison. When I knew I was about a mile away, I stopped. My legs were on fire and my chest felt like it was going to explode. After a minute or so I continued to run. In the distance, I could see city lights. Then my heart dropped when I heard a helicopter behind me. Wonderful. If I could get into the city, they wouldn't shoot at me. The city much of been at least a mile away. My legs ran faster than they ever had before.

I came to a road and my feet pounded of the cement. The helicopter was close. Suddenly, there were gun fires behind me. They had found me. I fired my gun once at the helicopter. Two cops were sitting on the sides and one was driving. The cop on the right fired. The bullet missed me. Then the left fired. I wasn't so lucky this time. The bullet grazed my shoulder. I screamed in pain. With all the will power I could work up, I aimed the gun and fired. The bullet hit something important because the helicopter caught on fire.

My shoulder burned with the fire of a thousand suns. I groaned in pain. When I tried to run it only made it worse. But if I didn't, I'd surely die. Well, I had to consider myself lucky, the bullet didn't go through me. But it still burned like hell. I finally got to the city. There was an ally and I ducked into it. The alley was right next to the Groovie Smoothies, too, so I could use that...maybe.

There was a dumpster by the back door. Trash bags covered the ground. I slid down the wall and hung my head. I gripped my shoulder tightly and fell asleep.

The sun was shining brightly in my face. As soon as I opened my eyes my shoulder started to burn again. Then the events of the night before flooded back to my mind. I groaned and stood up. Painfully, I walked to the end of the alley. I pressed my back against the brick wall. Quickly, I peered around the corner. I saw Gibby was coming out of Groovie Smoothies. Perfect timing, I thought. When Gibby almost passed the alley I grabbed him and slammed him into the wall.

"Aw! Come on! I almost got through one day without being beat up!" Gibby protested. Then his eyes widened when he saw it was me. "F-Freddie? I thought you were in the slammer."

"I was," I said. "But I broke out."

"Oh. I haven't watched the news so I wouldn't know," Gibby admitted.

"Dude, I need your phone."

"Aw! Come on, man! Don't take my phone," Gibby whined.

"I'm not going to take it. I just need to make a call," I growled.

Gibby nodded and took his phone out. I grabbed the phone, "Thanks. By the way, why are you...being so...nice?"

"Well, you never made fun of me or made me do something I didn't want to so I'll let you use my phone. But I'm a little scared of you right now, because you're a fugitive."

I laughed a little and scrolled through Gibby's contacts list. Found it! I hit the call button and the call dialed the number. "What do you want, Gibson?" Sam's voice demanded.

"Sam. It's not Gibby. It's Freddie."

"Freddie?" she sounded choked up.

"Yeah, how have you been?"

"Oh, my God. The news wasn't lying. You really did break out of jail!"

"It's not a biggy. That place was way too boring anyway. Listen, I need a favor." Sam was silent for a minute. "Come on, Sam. Please?" I said.

"What's the favor?" she snapped.

"I need your help hiding. Plus, a bullet grazed my shoulder and it'll get infected," I told her. "Please? For old time's sake?"

I knew Sam was debating. She was still ticked off at me, I could tell. "Freddie...I swear you're going to be the death of me. I'll help you but come at, like, midnight. That way I can be sure my mom is asleep. She sleeps like a log so she won't hear you," Sam said.

"Hey, I really own you-" She hung up before I could finish. "She hung up on me," I protested.

I gave the phone back to Gibby. "Did you call Sam?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"Well, I can't just stay in the open with my shoulder."

"Your shoulder-?" Gibby looked at my shoulder.

I noticed the fabric was torn. My blood was running down my arm. It burned. "Hey, Gibby, you can't tell anybody about meeting me," I said seriously.

"Yeah, I know and I won't," Gibby said.

"Cool," I smiled. "Hey, Gib, I'm going to need a favor from you."

"Okay, what is it?" Gibby asked.

"Well, I'm going to have to ask you to trade clothes with me. I can't run around in this bright orange jumpsuit. The cops will chance me in a second," I told Gibby.

"Whoa! No way, man! Get your own clothes!" Gibby threw his arms up to protect himself.

"Gibby, don't make me force you," I threatened.

Gibby panicked and panted a fist in my face. Being a kick-boxer, it hurt...bad. Gibby started to run and away but turned around quickly and said, "I still won't tell anybody." Then he ran away from me.

Great. Now I had two injures. Thanks a lot Gibby.

It was nighttime. So I was able to walk around, which I couldn't in the daytime. I stayed near a clock so I could keep an eye on the time. When it was midnight, I headed over to Sam's house. Sam had invited Carly and me over many times. So I knew that there was a secret way into her backyard. Behind a whole much of bushes, was a hole that was dug under the fence. It's not like I was five, so the hole was pretty tight. But I got through it. Sam had showed us the way she would use to sneak out of her house. There was a ladder that led up to her room. When she came down it she would just knock it over until she needed it again.

The ladder was covered my leaves. I pulled it up and climbed. I knocked the ladder down as quietly as I could. I tapped on Sam's window. Her TV was on; she was watching the Sci-Fy channel. Sam came over to the window and unlocked it. She opened it, but didn't say anything. I climbed in and she closed it behind me. "Hey, Sam," I said.

Author's note: Yay! My computer is fixed! Did any of you guys watch iBeat the Heat Saturday? One word: HORRIBLE. Man, I thought it was going to be a seddie episode, but Dan decided "No! We can't have one seddie episode! Because it's fair that creddie got a dance and ten thousand kisses!" Does anyone else think it is totally unfair that creddie got kisses and a freaking dance? I DON'T THINK SO! Thank you to everyone who has reviewed!

-Angel of Darkness1337