Luckily I don't have any work over spring break so I can dedicate that time to fan fiction and regaining my drawing skills I lost after my first year or college. Hooray for me!

This chapter may seem rushed, but it has to be, and you all will see why.

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Journal,

….I forgot what fresh air smelled like. It's wonderful. I haven't seen the moon in forever either. It's incredible. The stars too.

The cool wind blowing through my air and raindrops falling against my hands and flowing between my fingers, it's amazing. It's crazy what you miss after three years of captivity.

I wish Johnny was out here though.

~*~U~*~

"It's about damn time you came over!"

"Well it was getting depressingly boring over there, so I decided to hack into the system and change my birthday to come over a few months earlier than what was scheduled. How you don't mind."

"Hell no we don't mind!"

Guiding Specs over to the others, TJ was relieved that the younger male had finally come to the older dorms. With only himself, JoJo, and Bandit, the group didn't seem complete without the goggle-wearing inmate. That and TJ saw the opportunity to make more money. Escorting didn't make nearly as much money as drug dealing, so he was eager jump back into it. Sure, he would still have to worry about Tommy Gun, but he figured that if he could somehow get the bully hooked on drugs that Tommy Gun would be at his mercy instead of the other way around. But for now he was helping his friend adjust to the older dorms.

"So what have I missed?" Specs asked him as they walked over to the others. "From what I hear things are really different over here."

"You have no idea," TJ told him. "Just look around. There this whole racial division everyone has going on! Not with us though. We're all still friends and everything, but you just can't ignore what's going on. But it's not like they're violent towards each other, it just is."

"Aren't you still too young to be over here?" JoJo asked as the two of them approached the table. "What'd you do, trick the warden?"

"That is precisely what I did," Said Specs. "So who am I rooming with? I'm presuming I'm staying with you Bandit?"

"As always," Bandit said, getting out of his seat and leading Specs to his room. "C'mon." The two of them left, leaving JoJo and TJ by themselves. JoJo took a long drag from his cigarette before walking into his and TJ's room without saying a word. Confused, TJ followed him. Inside the room, TJ saw JoJo looking out the window. Today was unusually cloudy and it looked like it was going to rain later.

"What's goin' on Freckles?" JoJo asked, not turning around.

"Nothing," TJ said. "Just bored. What about you?"

"I'm tired or being in here," JoJo said listlessly. "I'm thinkin' of tryin' to break out."

"Break out? This whole place it guard tighter than the white rooms," TJ told him. "It's impossible it get past the front gate."

"I know, I know," Said JoJo. "Damn, way to put a brother down Freckles."

"Sorry," Said TJ. "It's just that I wanna break out too, but we both know that it's impossible so I don't want to get our hopes up knowing that it won't work."

"Guess you right about that," JoJo admitted. "It doesn't hurt to dream though, right? I just miss knowing what it's like out there."

"Yeah. Me too." The two of them stared outside, watching more storm clouds roll in and the sky beginning to darken. It was going to rain anytime soon, and they would have to close the window, meaning that they wouldn't be able to enjoy the cool breeze coming through. It was a good break form the stale air of the dorms. "

"How would we do it though?" JoJo asked, speaking up after the uncomfortable silence settled in. "Just hypothetically."

"I dunno," Said TJ. "…..I think everyone would have to breakout at the same time since there are so many guards. To overwhelm them. If it's just us then they could catch us. Hypothetically of course. But that's just one idea. I haven't come up with things like this in a really long time."

"What's all this talk about breaking out?" Bandit asked as he and Specs came in the room. "You got some plans?"

"Nope," TJ said. "Just a passing thought. It's nothing."

"It wouldn't be impossible," Specs said absently. "Just improbable. But it's not like you're actually planning anything."

"Improbable….that doesn't mean the same as impossible, right?" TJ asked Specs.

"Impossible means it can't happen," Specs told him. "Improbable means it can happen, but it's not likely. People have broken out before, so I'm assuming that is possible. But that's just off the top of my head; I could be wrong, however unlikely that is."

"So are we doin' it or what?" JoJo spoke up. "I need to know this if we're goin' to keep talkin' about it." Silence fell in the room as they all were uncertain of what to say. The idea of breaking out made their imaginations run wild. They, as well as all other inmates, wished that they could somehow escape, but no one was willing to try in fear of not succeeding and having their sentences extended.

"Well we know we want to," Bandit said. "It's a start."

"Let's sleep on it," Said TJ. "I think if we're still talking about it tomorrow then we should start to come up with something."

"Good idea," Specs said. "We'll see I it worth bringing up again tomorrow. In the weight room." Nodding in agreement, the boys decided to go their separate ways until tomorrow to allow themselves the chance to think. Instead of leaving the room, TJ sat in his own bed, thinking about the possibility of coming up with any sort of plan to break out.

It has been a good four years since he has come up with a plan (not counting pranks, those were in a completely different category). With the idea of breaking out humming around it reminded him of those times. It was fun, but he abandoned it for more diabolical things. Now this. If he were to come up with some sort of idea, he had no idea how difficult it would be. He was rusty, for lack of better words, and a task like this might be too much. Then again, the group could decide not to break up and he wouldn't have to worry about coming up with a plan. But part of him wanted to take on the challenge just for the sake of it. It would definitely be something different to do than the usual things he does each and every day. And they would be doing it as a group rather just depend on him to come up with everything. And even if they did fail miserably, they would have a story to tell, and one hell of a story it would be.

"Freckles?" JoJo asked, bring TJ out of his thoughts.

"Yeah?"

"I wanna break out," JoJo said, barely above a whisper. "I gotta see my little brother. It's been almost six years since I've seen him. I don't care how we get out of here, I just have to. You said you used to come up with plans like this. A long time ago. Do you think you can come up with something?"

"…maybe," Said TJ. "I dunno….like you said, I haven't done it in a long time…."

"We'd help you, however we could," JoJo told him. "We would just leave you to do it one your own."

"I know you guys would. It's just that I would have to think about it," Said TJ. "This is a big place. I couldn't just do it off the top of my head. But…..I know how much your little brother means to you JoJo. So if you want to break out of here, I promise that will happen. Okay?"

"Thanks."

'Looks like I'm doing it," TJ thought. 'It's okay though. I owe him for helping me when I first came here. Shouldn't be too hard.'

~*~TJ's POV~*~

"Freckles? You awake?"

"I am now…" Rolling over in my bed a faced JoJo, though it was hard to see him in the middle of the night without any lights on. I only went to sleep a few hours ago and was drowsy from being woken up. "What's wrong?" JoJo didn't answer my question because a loud thunderbolt answered for him. I could hear the rain outside and the wind blowing hard. Every few seconds a flash of lightning filled the room with a blinding light before thunder touched down somewhere far away. I moved over in my bed as much as a could so JoJo could get in.

JoJo doesn't like thunderstorms. I think it's the only thing he's scared of. More like terrified. He jumps whenever a thunder bangs a little too close for him to handle. He just needs something to hold on to. That just happens to be me. I don't mind. Storms like this one remind me of why I'm in juvie and how I only have myself to blame. I get sad on nights like this, so I kill two birds with one stone by letting JoJo hold on to me until the storm is over. He always goes back to his own bed when it's over.

Another loud bang from thunder echoed through the room and I felt him grip my arm just a little bit tighter while holding himself back from jumping.

"You okay JoJo?" I asked him.

"Mmm-hmm," He mumbled. "I'm okay."

The lightning and thunder calmed down, and I could hear JoJo's light snoring behind me. Finally, now I can get some sleep.

~*~V~*~

I still don't understand how they can serve us crap to eat but can afford thinks like a library and a weight room. I don't' question the weight room as much as the library; I suppose they would want us to keep in shape so we aren't giant slobs. But it's just a part of the gym class we have to take. I like the weight room anyways. Lots of barbells and dumbbells. And I need something to keep in shape. If someone comes up to me and picks a fight I want to be ready. After carrying two twenty pound weights over to a set of barbells that the others were standing and talking next to, I put one on each side and locked them in place with the rest weights that I already put on.

"So we want bust out of here," Bandit said. "Now what?"

"We come up with a strategy of course," Specs told us.

"And that's where I supposedly comes in," I said as I lay under the barbells and began to lift. "I used to do this sort of thing all the time. But the last time I did, I was 11 or 12 years old. I'm 15 now, so it's been a few years."

"But that's why we're gonna help him," JoJo said from where he was sitting and lifting a set of dumbbells. ""Cause that's what blood brothers do. And it'd be fucked up if we didn't. So what you need, Freckles?"

"What do I need…I think I need to know the layout of this place first," I said. "I need to know how the building is organized. Not just for this building but the whole center. You know, this building, the building with the white rooms, the girl's dorm, just the whole place. Think you guys can get those for me?"

"I can get schematics at lunch," Specs told me. "There's this vent in my room that I can get through to get to the room where they keep them."

"Okay, good. Until I get those I can't do anything else, so we have to wait until then."

~*~V~*~

Rolling out one of the tubes of light blue paper, I looked at the drawings on the large sheet. A dark blue sketch of a bird's eye view of the four buildings, the five watch towers, and the fence surrounding it all was on the paper. Specs managed to get the schematics like he said, and now we're all looking at it in my and JoJo's room so the guard won't know that we have it and take it away.

"What do you think?" JoJo asked me.

"That depends," I said, rolling that sheet up and opening another. The layout of our building. "I still need to know some stuff. How many guards are there in this place?"

"There are 150 guards on duty at any given time," Specs said. "In both dorms. 75 over here and 75 in the girl dorms."

"And how many inmates are there?"

"350 boys and 200 girls. There are 200 guys in here, the older dorms, but the older dorms are separated into two dorms so we only see about a hundred. The younger dorms have 150. I don't know about the girls dorms."

"So there are 550 inmates in this whole place?" I asked Specs.

"Yep," He said. "But the numbers might be off by a few because of the white dorms being I a different building. But not by much."

"So at any given time, there are more inmates here than guards….," I mumbled. "So we overwhelm them. If we all breakout at once, they won't be able to handle us all."

"That's all fine and dandy," Bandit said, finally speaking up. "But you're forgetting one thing."

"What?" I asked him.

"How are you gonna get everyone to work together? Don't forget that there's a racial divide in here," Bandit told us. "They're not like us out there; they hate each other. I hope you gotta plan to handle that."

"Girls," Said JoJo.

"Girls?" We all asked.

"The girls can get them to stop actin' retarded," He said.

"But how are you gonna get the girls to come over here?" I asked him.

"Leave that to me," JoJo said leaving the room. I don't understand how he works sometimes. Maybe its better that I don't know. For the rest of lunch, Bandit and Specs helped me identify some of the rooms. I can't believe that they would have a room to hold all the guns that they carry around. Wouldn't they know how dangerous that is? Doesn't matter. I think I can use this to our advantage.

"Specs, do you how far it is to the nearest road?" I asked.

"The nearest road is a mile in every direction," Specs told me.

"There's a train track half a mile north," Bandit said. "The train comes at nine p.m. and six a.m. every day." The bell signaling recess rang. I rolled up the sheet of schematics and hid them all under my bed. Following Bandit and Specs we headed out and met up with JoJo along the way.

"What'd you do?" I asked JoJo.

"I took care of business," He said. "Just wait until we get outside." So waited. It was all I could do. I know he wouldn't tell me if I begged him. Once we were outside, nothing seemed new. Everyone was where they would usually be. But after walking a little more I could see the guards leading in the girls from their dorms to our outside area. "See?"

"What'd you call us ova for JoJo?" We turned around to see a very impatient looking girls standing behind us. I recognized her. She was the girl who JoJo and I met when I got new shoes. Her names Veronica, I think. "This better be important." There were two other girls standing on either side of her. One's really short, a little too short if you ask me, and she wore her long blonde hair in low pigtails. Her prison uniform was in the form of a dress. The other was only a little shorter than Veronica, had her brown hair down on her shoulders, wore a pair of raver goggles on her head, and had a normal prison uniform with legs.

"It is," JoJo said calmly. "We trying to break out. Freckles got plans. You want in?"

"Aren't you the kid I gave those shoes?" Veronica asked me. I nodded. "So you got a plan huh? What'sha got?"

"First I wanna know how and why the girls are over here," I told her.

"These two," She paused to point at the girls next to her. "Flushed a giant cherry bomb down the toilet. Went through a pipe and blew up. The pipe wen under our outside area and destroyed it."

"So you guys can make explosives?"

"Yep."

"Okay here's what I have so far. So close because I don't want everyone to hear yet…"

~*~V~*~

It's been a week since I started strategizing this plan, and everything was going too perfectly. With the help from Veronica, her friends, and the other girls, they managed to convince the inmates to suck up their pride and stop the racial division to listen to my idea. Being in dorms without any females in sight makes them easy to manipulate by the girls. And they wanted to get out too. But everyone couldn't be in on it at once, so we had three guys from every group talk with us. We used a radio to communicate with the girls in their dorms too. Luckily they didn't have racial division like the guys did. Tommy Gun even stopped harassing me to take part. Guess he wants out just as much as anyone else.

We need explosions to distract the guards. Specs and Googly, the girl with the raver goggles were in charge with that. They couldn't make enough on their own, so they gave instructions to a few inmates in both these dorms and the younger dorms. I got in contact with a few of my best customers and told then what we were up to. We needed all the help we could get.

Me and JoJo had to climb through the vents to get to the room that held all the guards weapons and armor. We handed them out, little by little. Too much at once would've raised suspicions. Now half of the inmates have guns and ammo including me, the guys, and the three girls. It's only for protection if the guards start firing at us, and we made sure the inmates knew not to fire unless the guards fire at us. And we there trying to avoid that by jamming their guns.

I told everyone to get into groups when they breakout so they can look out for one another. It goes without saying that me, JoJo, Bandit, and Specs are one group. The girls are another.

I assigned a large group, completely randomly to breakout the inmates in the white rooms. There was no way I was going to forget about those guys. They deserved to get out too.

Everyone understood that they had to run half a mile to the train tracks and a mile to the closest road. Once they were out past that fence, I told them they were on their own. Just run like death is chasing them.

Now we're just waiting for the explosions to go off. They're planted in one of the rooms far from the dorms. He guards will go off and see what it is and we should be able to overwhelm them then. Dammit this better work.

Sitting our room, JoJo and I loaded our guns, Jericho 941's, and put the rest of the ammo in our pockets. Just in case. I don't want to shoot at anyone. I don't want to risk killing anyone, even those damn guards. But if they shoot one of my friends I swear to God I'll become the sharpest shooter on this side of the planet. Glad I'm in shape. We planned for this to happen at 8:30 p.m., thirty minutes before the train comes. We're trying to catch that train, and I'll be pissed if we miss it.

Me and JoJo jump up at the sound of several explosions going off. We watched from our room as half of the guards outside go off to see what was going on. After they left the inmates looked at me for the signal to start running. I gave the signal, and they all came out running towards the two remaining guards and tied them up against one of the pillars.

After that they took off and ran to the area outside with us following behind. Once we reached the first gate, everyone started using whatever they could to cut the metal fence. The alarm went off and the light towers were starting to come on and we all panicked. We all started to climb over the fence. When me, JoJo, Bandit, and Specs were over we headed towards the last fence to get though. I could see the girls making their escape, as well as the inmates from the white rooms. Perfect.

Guards started rushing out to stop us, but there was more of us than them and I was not about to stop for them. The alarm got louder and was almost deafening. When we made it past the last fence we ran for our lives. We were making good time too; we could hear the sound of the train approaching.

'We're so close!' I thought. 'Just a little bit further!' I could hear the barks of the dogs as they were released to catch some of the escapees.

"Fucking dogs!" Bandit yelled! "I hate dogs!"

"Just keep running and they won't catch you!" Specs told him. "Don't worry about them. Just keep running!" It wasn't enough for the guards to send the dogs after us; now they were starting to shoot. But it's dark with only a little moon light so they shouldn't hit us.

Suddenly a felt a sharp pain in my left arm and fell to the ground. I screamed out in pain a grabbed my arm. I couldn't see, but I could feel the blood following between my fingers. It reminded me of how the blood felt when I slit my wrists. Thick and pouring fast. The guys saw that I was down, and came back to pick me up. My legs were fine, so a kept running on my own. I wasn't going out like this. No way. I'm making it to that train. Fuck this bullet in my arm! It'll take a bullet in my head to stop me.

The train has an open trailer, so we're aiming to jump into one. We ran up next to it, and started to climb in one by one. First Specs, then JoJo. I jumped in next, and we all helped Bandit climb in. As the train rolled on we celebrated. There was no way they could catch up to us now. The thrill of it numbed the pain from my wound and we just celebrated, shouting in happiness and hugging one another for the success. It's been years since I came with a plan and I did this. All of this. And I'm free! We're all free! At least for now. Until we get caught, we're free! We might me felons, but it feels damn good. We don't care where this train is headed, as long as it is away from Duval, it's the train to heaven.

Donna Nnov: Yes, he's definitely a pyromaniac. :) A crazy pyromaniac that should be kept away from all open flames. I don't know why but I always picture him as kid that would be a pyromaniac.

RandallXSpinelli: I actually am working on becoming a writer. ;) I'm even working on a book as we speak. I just need to figure out the plot and I'll be set to go. It's giving me headache though because I can't come up with anything good that'll stick out from stories that have already been written.

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