Chapter 2: Fellow Inmate
He cursed the previous owner's misfortune. "My situation seems to be more severe than I thought. kidnappers are one thing but terrorists are on a whole different level, they'll probably execute me in public."
He slowly tapped his chin, examine his inherited memories once again. He clearly remembered being dragged by something to his cell, all he could see was his captor's hand. It was long and bony.
Micheal sighed deeply. "I'll need to find some sort of weapon first. A table leg perhaps"?
Micheal stood up and walked towards the table, inspecting it once again. He looked at his legs them quickly shook his head. " I don't have anything to break it apart, even if I had something I could attract some unwanted attention.
He shifted his gaze to its drawers, it had 3 drawers on each side of the table.
"I should inside the drawers, hopefully, I can find something useful.
Micheal carefully opened the first drawer on the right, inside it was a bottle of ink, a brand was written with a fancy font. "Why would someone name their product mouse? It makes no sense considering that their product is ink".
He opened the second drawer and found a stack of papers in pristine condition. Micheal furrowed his brows in confusion. " Strange, why would a prison cell have this much paper"?
Michael moved to the third drawer, his hand gripped the handle and pulled with all his strength but it wouldn't budge. "Something important has to be inside, I'll need to find a key or I can just break it open".
He moved to the left side checking all of its drawers. The first two were empty while the third held a red key. " Hopefully this can open the locked drawer"
Moving his hands to the keyhole, he swiftly inserted the key inside and with a twist the drawer opened. Inside it was another set of clothes, oddly enough it was in pristine condition.
Micheal deeply sighed and muttered. "I was expecting something like a shiv, or a knife but all I got was set clothes. Well... at least its better than nothing."
He undressed then wore the cleaner set of clothes. After dressing himself his eyes swept the room hoping to find something useful. His gaze landed on the almost shattered mirror. "This... should do as a weapon."
his hands grabbed the mirror and carefully removed a piece of broken glass. Micheal chuckled softly. " This will to do for now, at least I'm not completely defenceless. Though... if my captor has a gun, I'm completely screwed whether I have this piece of glass as a weapon or having nothing at all"
Micheal glanced at his dirty set of clothes and had an idea. He tore off a price of cloth then wrapped in around the shard of glass, making a grip of some sorts.
He looked at his makeshift weapon with a conflicting gaze. A 6-inch glass shard with Cloth as a makeshift grip. "At least I won't hurt myself if I grip it too hard"
He walked towards the wall inspecting the blood seeping from within. His gaze then landed on the door, his eyes had a cold and calculating glint. A plan quickly formed within his mind.
He walked towards the cracks seeping with blood, he rubbed his wrists not the wall making it look like he had cut himself.
Micheal took a deep breath with sweat drilling off his face. "Hopefully this works" Micheal then screamed at the top of his lungs, louder than he ever had. "AHHHHHHHH"!!
After screaming as loud as he could he took a deep breath a muttered. "I sure do hope my scream was loud enough. If it wasn't then I'll just have to scream again but a lot louder.
Micheal was sweating bullets, nervous and afraid. Footsteps could be heard walking towards his cell, then the sound of something heavy being moved. The door finally opened. It revealed a short figure, oddly enough he too was dressed like a prisoner.
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Directly outside Micheal's cell was a short man who looked to be in his late thirty's. He had short hair and a bushy beard. The man could be heard complaining to himself "What's with this bloody uniform, I'm a guard but I too look like a damn prisoner."
He kept glancing at the door next to Micheals cell. Like something was lurking within. "This place is giving me the jitters. It so large but it only keeps two prisoners. Hell, I don't even know where the second prisoner is.
He pulled out a cigarette and lit it with his lighter. As he was about to smoke a nightmare-inducing scream emerged from the cell in front of him. In a panic, he dropped his cigarette and made a run for it.
After running for quite a bit the man calmed himself. "What the fuck was that, is there some sort of monster inside that cell?
Like he remembered something important he glanced back at the cell. "Shit! That's not a monster, that's a scream of a man.
He quickly came back to the cell and pushed the cabinet blocking it. He cautiously opens the door and saw something inside the room
Lying within the room was a man, writhing in agony and bleeding from his wrists. It was obvious that he had cut himself. The guard carelessly approached him, he thought to himself that the man tried to kill himself.
The guard was nervous, he had only joined the group of terrorists for easy money. He would have never expected that a prisoner would kill himself on his very first day. "Damn, it's only my first day working here. I'm just a bloody guard, not some anti-suicide personnel."
The man writhing on the ground finally stops moving, it looked like he had died from blood loss. The guard subconsciously moved his face closer to the corpse. "How am I suppose to deal with the-
His speech was cut off by shard of glass that punctured his throat. The man whom he presumed dead, repeatedly stabbed him in the throat, making blood spurt from his wounds.
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Micheal breathing was rough his hands were shaking but Michael quickly calmed himself. Micheal quickly searched the corpse searching for anything useful. "I'm hoping that this place only has a few guards"
He then grabbed the pouch attached to the man's belt and carefully opened it. It contained a box of cigarettes. His hands moved to the left pocket, inside it was a small lighter. Micheal searched the man's left pocket next, inside it was an old and rusty key. "I'm hoping this opens the exit of this place"
Micheal furrowed his boards in confusion. "Why would he dress like a prisoner? Isn't he suppose to be a guard or have I killed a fellow inmate? he shuddered at the thought.
Micheal then dragged the corpse over to his bed. He lifted the corpse on to his bed then moved his head facing the window. "This should fool the other guards, even if they enter the cell. they'll just assume that the prisoner is sleeping"
Micheal then exited his cell then quickly pushed the large cabinet blocking the hid prison door. He was inside a long and tall corridor with multiple cabinets blocking countless doors, he walked slowly then he stopped at the cabinet next to his. He looked at it strangely, his eyes glued to the cabinet. "This... should be the room where the blood is coming from. A person should be inside if I'm correct. There's no point in checking inside, its probably just a corpse."
He continued walking inside the long corridor walking past each cell. The place was undeniably creepy no sound could be heard from any of the cells, it was like all of them were empty.
His footsteps loudly reverberated within the corridor. After minutes of walking, he finally saw a blood-red door at the end. Micheal took the out the old and worn down key from his pocket "If I'm not mistaken, this should open the door. Strange... why would they use a wooden door as the exit to a prison."
Just as he was about to put the key inside, something could be heard walking within the corridor. No, it was more like the stomping of a beast.
Thump Thump Thump
Slowly the noise increased the intervals of each stomp, it now sounded like something was running inside the corridor. Micheal turned his head around to examine the sound, the colour from his face quickly drained.
It was huge too say the least, at least ten meters tall. With feathers as dark as night dripping with blood. Two long arms that were bent in impossible angels. Its fingers were bony and long. Its legs were like that of a bird thin and long.
It's "face" was that of a human with its skin turned inside out. Blood was pouring out of its every orifice. Inside its mouth were not teeth but nails that looked like it was hammered on its gums.
Without hesitation, Micheal quickly opened the door and ran outside the corridor. He swiftly locked the door. Oddly enough the creature stopped moving as if it had quickly forgotten of Micheal.
He leaned against the wall opposite the door. His legs suddenly collapsed, as it had turned into jelly. The colour of his face slowly returned. He slowly opened his mouth to mutter. "What the... Fuck"
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