CHAPTER 3: BREAKOUT
One guard approached the lone hallway with a dinner tray in hand. The guard at the door saw the other and removed himself from the door to unlock it. Once he had found the right key the door opened with a clank. The guard holding the tray nodded at the other and began walking in.
For the past month he had been given the job of bringing the imprisoned toon his meals. Being only a newbie this still made him nervous to go to the toon's room. He had heard numerous rumors about the psychotic toon. A lot of them were about his past attempts of escaping. He hasn't tried in a couple of decades, but you can never be too cautious. This toon wasn't one to mess around with. He may be psychotic, but he was incredibly clever too. That made him even more dangerous.
So as the guard entered the room he did all he could to keep himself calm and collected. With a smile plastered on his face he walked further.
"I brought your dinner." he called out.
Another thing about his job was he often found himself talking with the toon. Not because he wanted to, but the toon was a bit of a chatterbox and just loved to talk. So whenever any guard came in right away the toon was yapping away. This time though he only heard silence. The guard's eyes narrowed slightly as he strained to hear a sound, anything. Then his gaze fell to the other half of the room which was separated by the glass wall. He gasped.
There wasn't anyone on the bed except for a pair of toon proof cuffs and a broken pen.
"He's escaped!" The guard shouted. "He's escpa-"
BAM!
The guard hit the floor the tray falling with him. When he fell behind him revealed a madly grinning toon with a chair raised above him.
"Whoops." He giggled. "I guess that's why they put the glass wall. Oh well."
He threw the chair behind him and walked into the light. Finally after being shielded by darkness did you get a good look at the toon. He had dog and cat like characteristics with a white furred face and thin black fur covering his entire body. He wore a white shoulder padded jacket that wasn't closed up. Wearing bright green slacks that looked to be a size too big they were held up by a white belt with a yellow belt buckle. The toon's tail came out from a hole in the back of his slacks. His cherry red nose was shining in the light. On his left eye was a noticeable scar that went diagonally and was black against his white face. If you had only taken a glance at this toon you might've thought he'd looked like a certain chatterbox Warner we all know.
His ears perked up to the sound of running footsteps. His grin only widened. "Ooh! The cavalry's arrived!"
He quickly jumped into the shadows hidden from sight as several armed guards came into the room. The one in front shouted to the others saying to search the room. They didn't know that as they moved deeper into the room the toon scaled the sides of the walls and began walking out the room. Giving the readers a smirk, he looked to the guards who had not noticed his presence. The toon went behind one of them and began waving his arms madly and made a face. The guard didn't see this. Quitting the act, the toon shrugged and then went to the door. Once he went out the door it slammed shut. The guards in the room looked in shock as they heard it lock from the outside. The toon looked through the little window with a smug smile.
"I don't know about you guys, but ah I think I gonna hitch out of here so...see ya!"
He then zoomed off laughing. As soon as he did this the alarms went off and the halls filled with blaring sirens. The toon quickly made a sharp turn soon screeching to a halt as he was faced by several guards. He walked back and then turned to run once more, but was faced with more guards. He shrugged.
"So much for the easy way out." He then grinned. "Then let's bring it up a level! Hahahahaha!"
(Begin Jump Around by House of Pain)
As three guards went for him he quickly jumped out of the way and went on their backs. With the kick of his feet they tumbled down to the floor. Easily he darted out of the way as one other used his netting machine to capture him. Instead it imprisoned the three guards that had fallen. He laughed and then began running around the guards with his toon speed. They were soon engulfed by a mini tornado and the toon ran from it. He watched with an amused grin as they flew down the hall. Every time the mini tornado crashed into another guard a ping sound rang out as they were thrown screaming. Then the other guards made their move.
The toon smirks as one jumps for him. He zips to the side and the guard falls to the ground. He breaks out into a cackle of laughter seeing the guard dazed. The toon sees someone coming from behind. He grins at the giant net in his hands. The toon grabbed hold of the net as it came down, flashing the guard a smug smile. He grabs the end with both hands and swings it across making the guard on the other end crash right into several other guards. They all fall to the ground dazed unable to get up. The toon then snaps his fingers. The guards look to him and see the toon grin and then point up. Unfortunately, they looked up.
BAM!
Several anvils comically fell and they were knocked unconscious. The toon looks around admiring his work.
"Forty-nine guards down in only a few seconds!" He giggled. "That's gotta be a record or something!"
Then a frown came to his face. He looked around. "Forty-nine huh? Seems too simple to be true." He shrugged and turned to leave.
(Record scratches to a stop)
The toon came face to face with the end of a gun. His eyes glanced up to see the fiftieth guard. He looks to the reader with annoyance.
"Irony. Don't you just love it?"
He looks to the guard with hands up. "Now aren't we being a bit much?"
The guard only furrowed his brow moving the gun closer. "You're going to behave and go back to your cell freak!"
The toon shrugged. "Fine. Whatever you say."
The guard smiled victoriously as the toon turned. Too bad he didn't see the toon's devious grin.
(Music plays back)
"Psych!"
Before the guard could react the toon quickly kicked the gun out of his hand making the guard shout. In one swift motion the toon kicked him in the gut sending him spiraling to the ground. With one hand out the gun lands in the toon's hand. He grins seeing the terrified look on the guard's face. Glancing at the weapon he balances it in his hands as if wondering what to do.
"You really need to update on your weaponry." He mused. Holding up the weapon for the guard to see he spins it once in his hand before placing both hands on either side.
He grins. "This model is much too weak."
With a grunt he breaks the gun in half with unimaginable strength. Throwing both pieces to he sides he dusts off his hands.
"I'd love to chat, but I have small family reunion to get to."
With that the toon zooms off leaving a trail of dust behind him. The guard coughs before reaching for his radio. Quickly turning it on he speaks.
"I repeat code red! Code red! He's on the loose!"
(Music ends)
The toon runs down the halls making numerous turns as he's being followed by guards. Taking a sharp left he places himself against the wall as the guards run down the hall. He saw them run in the opposite direction and chuckles.
"They fall for it every time." He sneers.
The toon removes himself from the wall and runs down the hall. He comes across the more cell like jails of the prison. The toon comes to a screeching halt. A devious grin creeps on his face. Reaching into his jacket he pulls out a skeleton key. He walks up to the first cell seeing a tough looking criminal.
"If you don't mind," He begins slipping the key through the lock. It soon opens with a clank. He grins. "I'm in need of your assistance."
The criminal looks at the toon suspiciously. "Now why would I help you?"
He smirked opening the door wide for him to see. "Because my old buddy. I'm giving you the option to come out of that little cell." He tilted his head with a mad grin. "Unless you want to stay of course…"
His grin only heightened when the criminal stood from his corner bed. The toon swung the cell door wide open hands on his hips. A devious smile plastered itself on his face.
"Now that's more like it." He then tossed the skeleton key to the criminal who caught it with a confused look on his face. The toon smirked. "I think some of your friends would like a little freedom. Don't ya think?"
The criminal shared a devious smile with the toon. He pointed to him. "You're that psychotic toon I've heard about aren't you?"
"Ah and the flattery continues." He said with a smile. He giggled. "Why yes I am. It's such good news to hear I haven't been forgotten!"
He then gave the criminal a smirk. "Now as much as psychotic suits me I'd rather be called crazy. Capisce?"
The criminal shrugged. "Sure. Whatever you say….uh."
The toon extended out an arm. "The name's Zekko."
Zekko grinned as the criminal shook his hand and then pulled back in with a painful shout. He laughed and then turned over his hand to reveal a buzzer. Zekko shrugged with a grin.
"What? It's a classic. I just couldn't help it!" He said seeing the guy's scowl. Zekko then grinned. "Now don't forget-"
He turned to leave walking some distance before stopping. Zekko looked back to the criminal with a wild smile.
"-ol' Zekko Warner let you free."
Zekko zooms off laughing to his heart's content. He was a free toon and nothing was going to stop him. No one.
What will this psychotic toon do? Is anyone safe? Will I get more reviews? Who knows!...but maybe you, as the readers, can help with that last question. Seriously though please review! Until next time the Queen had left the building! :)