In the cold hallway decorated with thick and long bars aligned perfectly together, a stern looking man with not-so-noticeable facial features looked around as he walked in a gradual pace. The wrinkles on his face where enough to tell about his sterness. The awareness he had could not be hidden by the paced footstep he made each every second.
Behind the bars were those unpermited to to stir up any unnecessary ruckus. All of them wore the same clothing consisting of simple black and white stripes. Their faces and body sizes might diverse but all bore the severe lack of friendliness.
Among the rooms separated neatly in the hallway of cold steel, one particular room was destined to cage a young blonde along with another guy current sleeping at the moment. The blonde lad had been held captive for a month. He was not fortunate enough to avoid facing the consequences of his choices in life. Hence here he was, a caged bird probably never to roam free again.
'Damn it, had it not been for that pile of trash...'
The blonde thought to himself, blaming the one whom he believed to be responsibe for his capture. Even though the sins he had commited did not result him in spending the entire life trapped and caged, it was never what he was worried about during a month. In fact, his concerns was spent mostly one the one whom had saved him during the dark times of his younger days.
He could still remember the warm and soft pair of hands reaching out to his drenched body, mistreated under the roaring thuderstorm. It was the very first time he ever felt something warm in life. In his eyes as a toddler, a tall figure led him into the fireplace. He was introduced to the natural comfort of what people called a home. Confused as the child was, he took a nice look at the tall figure. And there he saw her, a woman knitting a sweater with the everlasting genuineness of her smile. Her digits moved around diligently as if there was ballerina on stage. Instinctively the little one viewed her as the very source of the newfound confort he had in him.
Back to the present time, the blonde could not cease to feel concerned for his beloved caretaker even after sending his hidden savings to the hospital where she was being treated. Of course, the woman herself did not know about him involved in illegal activities and now in prison since she long felt into a coma due to her severe condition. The blonde hoped for a chance to break out of this place and come by her side as soon as possible. He couldn't sleep well without confirming that she would be okay.
For the sake of such loneliness in him, he did not miss any opportunity to learn about the structures of the hellish place for caged bastards. His experience in the underworld had taught him well. Thanks to his various involvements in the prison likee getting beaten up by some guy and sirring up bad rumors and some other things, the layout had been succesfully mapped out. He would put his plan into action in the night when the most strict but also the most oblivious was on patrol duty. This very moment was the time he had long waited for.
The blonde guy proceeded to knock a spoon against the bars, causing the other prisoners to be disturbed. The stern guard also noticed that.
"Who the fuck is doing that?"
"You over there! Got a bone to pick?"
"It's that freaky one again, one beating doesn't seem to be enough for him."
Chatters and yelling began to fill the entire hallway. The guard of course was displeased with such a ruckus. With a lock and black stick in hand, he hit the bars demanding the inmates to keep their mouths shut.
Approaching the cell where the blonde one was held, the took a glance of him with a nonchalant disapprovement.
"You again! What kind of trouble do you wish to cause this time?"
"Oh nothing, I just want to sleep somwhere more spacey."
"Nothing comes from those who wear the striped clothing will be validated as a request."
The blonde chuckled. "Then I guess I'll keep disputing until someone cares." He continued knocking against the bars.
The guard became more pissed. "Stop it! Where did you even get that spoon?"
"Wanna know? Come and find out, pitiful geezer."
The guardsman could not contain his irriation any longer. The blonde lad had successfully pissed him off. The geezer took out the key and unlocked the cell in order to give the inmate a beating.
However, he had led his guard down when he unlocked the cell. Blondie had taken out a small knife on his right hand and stabbed right in the neck. He twisted the blade until the guard finally stoppped struggling and bid farewell to his life. Having killed a guardsmen, blondie picked up the stash of keys on the ground and took a few stuff from the dead body.
In reality, the fellow cellmate of his was also killed that way. Everyone would think that he was just sleeping. That was what being a bad person in society's eyes taught him. He walked away unbeknowsnt to those who had shut their eyes.
'Please wait for me... I'll come by your side soon. Nothing shall separate us ever again.'
He crawled inside the vent after forcefully detaching the screws with the small knife. Knowing the layout of the prison, the closest area to him would be the storagee room which would be quite the convenience for his escapade.
Upon crawling all his way into a room where brooms and other cleaning tools could be seen, he proceed to change into the present clothing in order to disguise himself as a janitor. Using one of the stolen keys, he opened the door with ease. It was thanks to creepy prisoner that he made a deal with that the real janitor was sick at home. Which created an opportunity for him to walk around unknown to the policemen.
What he had to do in return was to go to the other area inside the prison to give that crazy man the keys, then the deal between them would be complete. As he traversed around the place disguising as the janitor, he pretended to be on cleaning duty when a police walked across him to avoid raising suspiction. Other than that, nothing in particular was happening, the neatly painted hallway was peaceful and honestly appealing in contrast to where he always laid himself on the steel bed completely devoid of warmth. Well, it was not like prisoners deserved to have their place decorated aesthetically neat. However, he would prefer being able to live to enjoy the beauty that surpassed any painted walls and ceilings. Indeed his caretaker was something visually superior to even any flowers that existed on earth.
Yet, fate had been cruel to the both of them. The facade of harmony managed to separate the two of them. Every second away from her was mentally poisoning to him, especially when she had become ill.
Due to being lost in his thoughts, he ended up bumping into two figures with similar height as him. Taking another look, there were two girls unfamiliar to him of course. Though he paid them no attention and simply appologized, not being busted was already a good thing for him. He moved on his way leaving behind a seemingly chatty girl and a quiet one as much as he always was.
Eventually, he arrived at the crazy man's cells. He knocked gently on the bars, notifying his arrival. The man rised from his sleep, approaching the slim barrier between the two and chuckled to himself.
"Excellent, now I could finally get out of here."
"Alright, the deal is done then."
Before the blonde lad could leave, the crazy men pulled his sleeves and handed him what seemed to be a seed before walking away enjoyingly. No explanations were made either, but he felt like it would be useful somehow unknowingly to even himself.
With that done, he simply had to pass through the walls that seperate him before crossing through any obstacles between him and his beloved. His escapade had yet to end.