Chapter 2: Uncaged beast
As helpful as disguising as the janitor was for him to traverse through the halls, it would obviously take more than just identity assumption to bypass the watchful eyes of the ones patrolling around the walls. Which would mean a commotion would be needed to distract them. What better way to do that other than a horde of criminals, although the fire alarm could only be accessible in the security room.
The privilege of a janitor could only take him into the permitted areas. It took him quite the luck to be able to meet up with the crazy prisoner earlier. The experience of crawling inside a vent wasn't pleasant for him or it was just that he could bare to acknowledge how sweaty he was. In other worlds, he should clean himself up before moving any further.
He went on to the restroom and washed his face nicely. He knew that he needed to make a move before someone finding out about his absence inside his cell. If that were to happen, chaos would be his only friend to take him far and wide from the confines of rules.
Not long after, someone would eventually check up on the patrolman of the section where he was supposed to be lie obediently in bed like a puppy. Good thing he hid their bodies well along with his best attempt to make sure the stench of blood would not leak out causing his escapade to end too quickly.
'Ha! I did not spend an entire month of precise planning only to grovel before the feeble minds of those self-proclaimed righteous people.'
Despite his unfortunate background, his caretaker still managed to give him a doable life. Reading books had been a great subtitution for not having a proper education, though it did not make him a genious. His age and experience, inferior to those with blue outfit as they were did not change how little they knew about the treachery of a young man. If all humans were alike, their behaviors would be aligned by a specific framework which would benefits him to tinker with once he analyzed the patterns.
But enough thinking, he should proceed soon. Who knew how long his concealment would last.
While navigating around swiftly as he looked around to see if there was anyone, he heard the voices of two people talking to each other. Unfortunately, they were on the path he intended to traverse through which would mean simply walking by would not do good. At the moment he could only wait for them to move away. At the same time he should make sure not to be caught acting suspisciously, otherwise being isolated would be the least of his worries.
"Have you heard? People recently made some rumors about black humanoid creatures walking around on the streets."
"Eh? What do they call these days again? Skinwalkers?"
"Some of them did speculate on the net that it would be the case."
"Gosh... look what internet has done to the children of this generation."
"I think it's just human nature to enjoy making things up, you know... to add some spices into their lives."
"Put that thing aside, how was your date last week?"
"Let's just say... there was a twist."
"What? She had a boyfriend?"
"Nope."
"She's a... red district veteran?"
"Not that either."
"She's a trans? Lesbian?"
"Neither."
"Then why was your date terrible? She didn't fit your taste?"
"It's not like that..."
"Then tell me."
"Okay... So I arrived at the dining restaurant not long after her. We exchanged words then I was about to order something for the both of us when suddenly a guy showed up."
"Not her boyfriend I presume, who was it?"
"He introduced himself to be a... psychiatrist."
"Huh?"
The blonde lad disguising as a janitor couldn't help but be confused with the guy's love story as well. He ended up eavesdropping without himself realizing, possibly the fault of the two policemen with the tendency to make idle talks. As time consuming as listening to them, his ears were still eager to hear until the end of it.
"A psychiatrist? Why?"
"He informed me that supposed date has broken out of where she was being treated. She has severe mental disorder causing her to behave differently from time to time. Other guys then showed up and tried to restrain her. But she furiously resisted. She... wounded a guy with a fork set on the table. If the guys didn't bring stunguns with them they would be dead."
"Damn man..."
"The look on her face that day... etched horribly into my mind. The initial seconds of direct meeting was going well until a brunette was turned into a beast with fierceful eyes threatening to shatter the very soul of anyone unfortunate to look at them. I never expected it to turn out that way."
"Are you... okay now?"
"I'm fine. Some people did come to my home to ask me about what happened during the dinner that didn't even begin. They did not force it out of me though. I booked a sesson with a therapist just to be sure. It was not easy to open up yet here I am, talking casually with a fellow coworker."
"You're a tough guy."
"You too, man."
Suddenly, the communicator attached on their waists started making noises. Both of them pick their up, expecting it to be something urgent. As for the blonde lad, his worry had become real. The upcoming words her heard were the signal for him to quickly get moving.
"Attention all personnels! Inmate B-35 has escaped from their cell! I reapeat! B-35 escaped!"
The disguised blonde was already on his feet without accidentally notifying the two policemen with his current location.
'Drat! Talk about escapade! Why did I have to waste time listening to an idle talk?'
The blonde cursed himself for stooping as low as listening to a talk between two guys working which contradicted how he percieved himself to be. Almost, if not all the staffs available in the prison were searching around for anything suspicious. By that moment, it no longer was a walk in the park for him. How would he fare of against the armed men hunting around all corners for him.
Once again, chaos would be his only solution. It was as if this was another thing destiny had for him - a game of hide and seek. He had lived long enough to know that miraclesy never existed. Destiny had always been a double agent. It didn't have to sole benefit nor endanger anyone. Perhaps that sounded fair but it wouldn't be chaotic if those words simply meant what they were supposed to.
Right at this moment, he knew he need to fight fire with fire. With that in mind, a fire alarm reserved for the emergency it was made for would be his next objective. Once again, into the venting system he went.
'Alright... if that's how you all wanted to play, then I'll entertain you with something. You will regret thinking that I couldn't go far.'
Meanwhile, the policemen each were surveiling a different area. Their eyes surveiling every possible corner that they believed he could hide into. Perhaps they thought that he seemed like a claustrophobic so small places would not be ideal to crawl into. If he were to be caught again, reuinting with his caretaker would be something impossible. They also received order from the higher-up to shoot him if he tried to resist. Typically, a bunch of armed personnels would be able to seize a running person with ease. But what if such a person possessed knowledge before hand consisting the geographical layout along with a recognizable pattern among those in the same category.
Crawling in the vents with a convenient minimap in hand, the blonde slowly made way to the security room with his best efforts not to be discovered. After that, he would have a take down the only guy inside the room and and cut off the lights from there.
He took out the knife, the blood on it had dried. He pointed the tip of the knife to slowly undo the screws. Coveniently, a bunch of tall lockers were nearby so he tried to reach out in order to safely climb down. Unexpectedly, the shoes he was wearing felt off and alerted the unsuspecting man.
"You there! Get down here!"
The man pointed his gun as him as he reached out for his communicator.
"I caught the target! He's in my location."
'Oh boy' The blonde thought to himself.
He jumped down while having a gun pointed in his direction. At this moment, his disguise was pretty much worthless. At least it did buy him more time until getting caught red-handed.
"Stay were you are! We'll have you thoroughly disciplined after this." Said the man holding his gun.
"You won't."
"Inmate B-35, no... Bryce. I feel bad for a growing man like you but we can no longer be merciful to you after what you've done today."
Irritated at being referred to with his name by the kind of people he spited, the blonde one grinded his teeth together but quickly regained composure.
"Don't call me that, I don't need pity from the slaves of lies." He chuckled to himself, about to say something. "By the way, no one will come for you."
"Little one, don't be cocky now. I'm the one with ty he advantage here as well as many wearing the same uniform as me. We will even resort to rehabilitation for kids like you." The man held his gun firmly.
As if witnessing a monkey making a good show, the blonde criminal chuckled more openly. He never felt so right about how little these kinds of people put their efforts into thinking. All the grey matter wasted on justifiying their half-baked justice which was in fact nonexistent in the underworld. Then he decided to tear off the disguise both physically and metaphorically.
"I think you are the one clearly being cocky here. No matter, you will see it soon."
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