It's Always Worth the Price. (2022)
Chapter 2: Now, or Never.
Previous Chapter Next ChapterThe two guards drug me towards my room through the long and dim lit hallway, I could hear the screams and pleas coming from the other prisoners. It was horrible. We began to near my room, I saw down the hall through blurred vision when I happened to see the familiar figure of a large white pony with black spiky hair, sneakily hiding behind a stack of crates.
‘I knew it wouldn't be long, let's hope he can manage this.’ I thought to myself. I turned back to see the distance between me, and my cell room and found that I was only a few cells away.
Upon arriving at the large steel door, the two guards slowly slid it open. When they opened the cell, they threw me inside. I landed on my chest against the cold and unforgiving concrete floor, and pain shot everywhere throughout my body yet I lay still, delaying the pain momentarily. Grudgingly, I rolled over onto my back and faced the guards. One of the guards spoke up,“Take it easy, shit could be worse.” With those short simple words said, one of them slammed the door shut, and locked it behind them.
“Yeah, I'll try.” I spoke to myself. Tired and pained, I began to try to get to my feet. I put myself into a kneeling position, and then slowly rose myself off the ground. As I finally stood, my mind started to spin, as did the room too. Cautiously, I backed myself up into the corner of the room and laid my back against it. I found a bit of security within it. After a moment that seemed to carry on for an eternity, the room finally returned to normal. I pushed off the wall, and then made my way over to the middle of the room. I took a moment to search my dreary surroundings.
The room was small, lit only from the sun through the small barred window. The window was tiny, but just large enough for me to stare at the sun and moon, with each passing day and night. My 'Bed' was a pile of hay laid in the corner of the room. As for my restroom, we'll just say that I have a bucket. There was a small little rock that has been here ever since I arrived, nice little thing. Then, there was the ‘Wall’.
The Wall was something I created once I first arrived to this little slice of hell, one tick on the wall marked another torture session, with her. I edged myself down, leaning on the wall and grabbed the small rock off the floor. As I took hold of the stone, the pain from my wounds began to sting. I quickly rose back to my feet, and the pain subsided. I began my approach towards the wall, and made another small tick. After it had been made, I took a singular step back and I could see the product of my time. I tossed the stone to the side of the room, tired from looking at it. Upon gazing up at the wall, I finally realized how long I'd actually been there.
The wall was full.
I tried to break my thoughts away from it, but it was all I could think of. I turned and faced the door; it was all that was holding me back, and keeping me from escaping this living nightmare... The only thing.
I made my way over to my bed and took a small handful of hay, and placed it inside my mouth. I bit down hard. What was to come might hurt, but it could be worth all the pain. I stood against the wall facing the door, and prepared myself eagerly.
I took a quick breath, and charged at the door with a sided push. My rage built into incredible measures, and as I charged the door, my mind set upon my children and how they were going to be killed if I hadn’t found them in time. My shoulder connected with the door and it caused the thick steel to dent, and shake; causing much noise. The pain hurt, but the hay helped as I clenched down on it saving my teeth and jawline. I stood near the opposite side of the sliding door, and waited.
“The hell was that?” I could hear from the other side.
“How the hell would I know? Go check it out.”
“What if he’s angry? Shit could get real serious!” The guard shakily told his friend.
“You just drug the poor bastard with me, and we put him in there together. If he was going to ‘Get serious’ in there, all he could do is yell at you in the state he’s in." A light chuckle echos,"He’s probably drooling on the floor, even still this very moment.”
'This is my chance.' I quickly thought to myself. For a brief moment, the large steel door began to open, and one of the guards quickly poked his head in to his dismay.
“What’s going on in here?” The guard beckoned without seeing me, yet. I quickly shoulder-shoved the other end of the sliding door, and slammed it shut on him with as much strength that I could muster. I could hear the cry of the changling echoing throughout my room for a brief second, then followed by silence. A head rolled towards the middle of my room and stopped, staring at me with pained, clenched eyes. The lifeless, and motionless body of the changling lay decapitated slowly propping open the sliding door back towards me.
“Ken!” I heard the guard frantically call from the other side of the door. I lent down, and grabbed the dead changling’s M1911 pistol from his holster, and slid the rest of the door open as I aimed down its sights. “Fucking hell! Have mer..” The changling cried, but was quickly cut off as I blasted his head apart.
I searched the dead guards' pockets, and found a few bullets on them. Thinking quickly, I took one of the guards' bulletproof vest. After a brief moment of saying goodbye to my room, I cautiously sauntered down the hallway seeking the exit. A siren blasted throughout the base, and even though it was deafening through the halls, I had a friend to meet.
Down further inside the base, Moon’s Shadow was in her room deep in thought. Her 'findings' were interrupted by her door slamming open. A private guard yelling,“Sir! John is escaping, what do we do?” The guard cried. Moon Shadow’s face scruffed up as she heard the news, turning away from the guard and smirking frantically.
Snickering thought Moon,‘I knew you'd pull through John, but taking this long?’ She thought to herself. “Well, what would you do if any other prisoner tried to escape?” She questioned the guard.
“Recapture or kill?” The guard said hesitantly.
“Why are you asking, then? You obviously already know the answer! If he escapes; somepony else gets the machete.” She yelled.
“Right ma’am...sorry ma’am.” The guard turned around, and shot out of the office. Moon took a deep long breath, and walked towards the door.
The hunt achieved, and the plan in action. She rested her hand against the doorknob. Cock-sure, she chuckled to herself,“I finally think that a new Ruler for the Hive, is now in order.”