Escaping The MMM: A Kilroy Was Here Fanfic

Chapter Two

I was awoken by my Roboto at the usual time: 8:00 AM. Without the sun, it was hard to know what time it was. I was really beginning to see the light of day. Maybe if I asked my Roboto nicely, they'd let me outside for a little while. I'm not gonna get my hopes up too high though. I was marched down to the eating area along with that Kilroy guy, Peter Frampton, Steve Clark, Ann Wilson, and John Bonham. I'd never spoken to Ann before but I made the move to today. I mean, girls gotta stick together, right? Her and I walked together and I tried not to notice the handsome Def Leppard guitarist who was walking directly behind me. I suddenly got real embarrassed of the outfit I was wearing. If only I was still wearing my concert bellbottoms and Boston shirt. The only new addition to the eating area was a Wanted poster with the name Jonathan Chance on it. Under the name, there was a large photograph of a man with shoulder length blonde hair. In my opinion, he was adorable. Just as I expected, Dr. Righteous' voice came on the loudspeaker explaining about the Wanted poster. 

     "The man you see pictured here is a young rock and roller named Jonathan Chance. He has defied me and has somehow continued to stay hidden from our watchful eye. If any of you see him you are to report this to your Roboto immediately. If not, and we know you're keeping it from us, there'll be consequences." Then the speaker turned off and I turned my back on the poster to see a very paranoid-looking Kilroy staring down at his Dr. Righteous Fried Chicken (Yes, we have that for breakfast too). I was going to ask what was wrong but I soon put two and two together. . . they were in the band together. . . or at least that's what I'm guessing. My high school english teacher would've been proud. An inference like that on a literature test would've gotten me an A plus. I picked up an overly greasy chicken leg and bit into it. It was absolutely horrid. Eating time wouldn't be half as bad if they would just learn to give us variety to our meals. Someone's stomach growled with hunger beside me but I noticed they wouldn't make a move to so much as touch the chicken they were served. I don't blame them. I continued to eat my whole basket of fried chicken, down to the last wing. 

  We were marched back to our cells to get into our workout clothing. The outfits for the men were shorts and a simple white T-shirt. I had to wear leggings that looked more like tights and a leotard like the olympic gymnastic teams wear. Let's face it. . . it's an embarrassing outfit. Ann, who was a little heavier than me, made me feel better about the whole workout session in the leotard. We had a choice between running laps or doing weights and I ran every single day. I remember back in school I was the best girl runner in the class, with my long legs and my love to run. Ann usually took the weights while I was the only one running on the track. Sometimes that Def Leppard guy would run too, but it was usually just me. . . thank goodness. I stepped into the legging first and pulled up over them. After fixing my wild hair in the mirrors, I stepped from the cell and followed my Roboto to the workout room. Other people began to file out of the cells on their way to the workout room. The Kilroy guy fell in step beside me. He had that look on his face like he wanted to say something but wasn't sure if he should. 

    "Yes?" I asked, my eyebrows raised.

     "Have you seen that Jonathan Chance around here anywhere?" He slowed his pace and pulled my by the arm to the side of the hallway. Our Robotos didn't notice. 

    "What about it?"

    "I saw a man that looked just like him from my cell window the other night. I think he's here. At the prison. In fact, I'm sure of it." He whispered this so low I could barely hear. I could feel still feel the pressure on my arm where his hand just was a moment ago.

     "Why are you telling me this? You could get into serious trouble ya know. And I could too. Leave me out of this." I began to walk away from him but he caught my arm once again. 

     "You won't rat me out will you?"

     "No. I'd never do that. Ya know, I think we should try and find this Jonathan Chance guy. But you have to promise and not rat me out. Do we have a deal?" I crossed my arms as I waited for his answer.

He held his hand out to shake on it. "Deal." I shook his hand and we ran back to the front of the crowd where our Robotos were unlocking the doors to the workout room. Dennis and I walked into the vast space that was the workout room. I immediately walked to the track and waited until I heard the familiar sound of metal clinking, before I ran. Halfway around the track, Dennis ran in the lane next to me and smiled. 

     "So, what's your plan for finding Jonathan?" He said, out of breath.

     "I think," breath. "I'm gonna sneak into Dr. Righteous' office," breath. "And find the key to get out of our cells." I slowed to a jog when I was finished with the sentence. The tap rhythm of our shoes on the track slowed to a walk as we began planning how to steal the keys. 

      "I think we're really onto something. Miss. . . "

     "Phyllis." 

     "Phyllis. Hmm. I like that name-"

    "Come on! Let's get running!" I left him in the dust as another man started sprinting and I copied his lead so I could beat the twerp. 

    That night, right after the Roboto left the cell, I unclipped a few keys from his belt and read the numbers on them. I was in cell N1. Kilroy was in N2. Both the keys were there right next to each other on the ring. I unclipped them both and tried mine in the lock. Nothing happened at first, but then I head the telltale click!

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