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𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 / 🍩

Your PoV

My eyes adjusted to the lighting of the confined room. Ahead of me, lies iron bars, a toilet, and a sink. I'm lying on a not-so-comfy bed in a dim room.

I try to recall what events occurred before I passed out. Instantly, I get frustrated.

Then sit upright on the edge of the bed and try to get up. I felt a slight pain on my thighs and calf, memories flood of me almost getting hit by a car then getting my leg tangled in sticks. Bandages were wrapped around my whole right leg.

Even though, I was pissed not only at the cops, but at myself for getting caught. Getting up from the bed, I start kicking the iron bars and cuss.

"Fucking pieces of shit," I start, "Damn those bastards. Damn for even getting caught!"

"Can you shut the hell up? You're annoying me." A voice says.

"Huh...?" I stop the kicking and turn to the source of the voice.

"I said shut up." A boy reveals himself in front of me, in the other cell.

It was a teenager with jet black hair with uneven golden and brown eyes... but that's not the weirdest part, he had bandages all over.

"I take it you've been here for while?" I question the older teenager.

"Huh? No... You don't know me?"

I shake my head, "How would I? We're both criminals."

"Aw man... I thought I would be world-wide famous by this point."

What are you talking about? This is Bainbridge. Not even marked in the satellite on the map. Idiot. I thought criminals were smart, but this one isn't.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"A serial killer."

Oh, I'm actually having a coversation with a serial killer... how quaint.

"Ah... I see."

Then it popped in my brain.

"Wait... are you Issac Foster...? The one in the newspaper saying that you would be executed next week? That Issac Foster?"

"Yep. But I hate my first name... so call me Zack."

"Alright... Zack, I can get both of us out of here."

"Wait what? Don't tell me yer pipsqueak brain actually has an idea."

"Do you see that piece of rock under your bed?" I point under the bed in his cell.

"Uhh... Yes."

"Try to pass that to me... this is one shot only so aim good."

"What am I? Your student in gym class? Little dipshit." He threw it right in my face.

"What the fuck?" I rub my face and he laughs, Whatever..."

I pick up the rock and with my right hand I search for the lock of this pitiful dark cell with my left hand. Once I felt the lock, I retreat my left hand and smash the lock with the stone on my right hand. While doing that, a thought came up in my mind.

Do I really want to help a serial killer? He's killed many in the past... Even though I did murder my parents. Oh, who gives a damn I killed my own parents. Plus, if  I'm gonna escape, he can help me.

Well...

That's only if he doesn't kill me.

The locked snapped, and I slowly open the door. Then run over to Zack's cell and gave him a skeptical look saying: "How do I know you're not going to kill me after I set you free?"

"What is it... Oh now you're having doubts?"

I still gave him a suspicious look.

He sighs, "I promise I won't kill you since you helped me get out of this one of a hell hole."

"Okay..." His lock broke a lot more easier and quicker.

I step back for Zack to open the door... But he opens it so quickly he slams the door all the way back making a loud metallic noise. Which causes the sleeping guard to wake up.

"Shit!" Zack yells.

"Nope, not today satan." I run to the awoken guard and smash his head with the rock making him bleed and immoble.

"Nice move..." he comments and walks towards me.

"Thanks," I toss the rock aside, "Quick take his baton, I'll get his gun and keys."

"No way I'm gonna take orders from you."

"Look, here band-aid bitch, do you want to escape from here or not?"

"Tch..." He takes the baton, "Can I take the stun gun too?"

"Um, yeah whatever."

Zack and I cautiously navigate throughout the halls of the station. If a police or a guard comes across a corner, Zack just whacks them in the head with a baton. Gotta admit, it's funny.

Once we reach the lobby, a man at the desk was sleeping, and with donut crumbs all over him. On the desk itself was a box of donuts and my satchel. I walk over to get it back.

"Ooh, I can have some sweets at this point."

I smack him in the shoulder to get him back on track.

"You're such a buzz killer." he complained.

"Yeah, well, we won't be the killers anymore once we GET ourselves killed." I argue.

"Whatever."

"It's our chance to escape!" I've tug his sleeve pointing at the door, "Come on! Let's go!"

We burst through the automatic doors, only to find cops walking towards our way.

"The bastards again." Zack says.

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another chapter done... woo! 🙌
-hashibami