See, I wasn't too horribly happy with Chapter 2 of PrisonBreak, and Chapter 1 could have used some work. So, now, I present to you my edited copies of the first two chapters. Includes more much-needed attention to detail and some other goodies to enjoy while the third and fourth chapters are being perfected.


Now, if you're gonna read this, please make sure you're mature enough. If you are under the age of twelve, get off. This story isn't for you. Seriously. This story contains minor language and some detail that may be found disturbing by some viewers. Reader discretion is advised.



Chapter 1 - Prisonbreak

Name: Josh Miller
Location: Wyoming Men's Prison - Cell Block A
Time: 8:59 A.M.
Date: 12/3/11



"Hey, wake up!"
A deep voice boomed through my seemingly impenetrable sleep. I groaned and rolled over to the side, as if to turn away from the voice, but a large hand grasped my shoulder firmly and shook me awake. I squinted my eyes open.
To my side was Broker. Well, that's what he was called, anyway. It was his prison name. He had an unusually stern look on his face and his clothes had a dark red substance on them that looked disturbingly like blood. His mouth was set in a line, and he had a 5 'o' clock shadow gracing his brick-like chin. His dark hair, which was normally neatly combed and groomed despite its shortness, was ruffled and messy. An alarm was roaring in the background, and I questioned how I didn't wake from it. Then I remembered, as memories of who and where I was flooded my mind like a tsunami.
I was Josh Miller, thrown in prison for a murder I never committed. Since I've been there, I'd earned the nickname "Slit". They called me this because the murder I was accused of involved cutting a woman's throat whilst drunk. I never actually did this, of course, but it's a shame that our fine country's Judicial system thought otherwise. Guilty until proven innocent, I suppose. I had been in prison for three months now, and those three months were the pure epitome of Hell to me. Details aside, I had been stabbed in my own cell by an inmate who didn't like the way I looked or something equally stupid. The medication that the paramedics had given me had probably still been active in my towering body when Broker had come along, which would explain why I didn't wake when the alarms were sounded.
Broker glanced backwards and hauled me to my feet roughly.
"This is a prisonbreak, brother. We're getting out of here."
He pulled a firearm from his pocket. It was a Glock; the same type the guards used. He handed it to me and I took it, my still hazy mind trying to determine how long I'd been out. I opened my mouth to object, but nothing but a dry croak escaped. I wet my lips and tried again.
"Why wasn't I told about this sooner," I asked. It seemed like a fairly legitimate question. I should have been informed. Regardless, he still looked at me like I was crazy. He sighed, as if he had better things to do than talk to me. Then again, if he was escaping, he probably did.
"Son, you've been out for over a month now. We couldn't inform you even if we wanted to. No time for chitchat. Let's go."
While I was still in a blurry state of mind, I hesitated for a second, looking around. To the side of my bed was a crumpled body. A woman, wearing a bright green gown and a medics hat. The fabric was stained with the very blood she was laying in. Her eyes were glazed and lifeless, and her body unmoving. She had been shot. She was dead. Sickened and eager to get out of the sight, I cocked the gun, loading a bullet into it's chamber. Broker ran out of the cell door and I followed with an intent of becoming a free man. It's time to go.
As I followed Broker, I mentally counted the criminals that were also escaping. By the looks of it, the list consisted of Sixgun, Pyro, Wring, Broker, and I. Broker fired a shot, and the discharged bullet landed itself directly in the center of a security guard's forehead. A few more rounds fired in it's path, and a few more bodies hit the floor. The guards were firing back, of course, but none of them were actually hitting anyone. Maybe they were just warning shots. Either that or they had terrible aim. Likely the latter. I was about to raise my own firearm. I had no intent to use it, but I wasn't gonna show it. The last thing I needed was a legitimate trial that I was actually guilty for.
"Drop the gun!"
I whipped around to find an officer pointing his gun at me. He looked tired, as if he had just woken from a slumber of his own. Tired or not, though, the guy could shoot me dead with a pull of a trigger. I briefly looked behind, but the other criminals were busy fighting off guards of their own. Pyro, who was still firing his pistol frantically, had a bullet wound to his shoulder. The lucky bastard had determination. And guts. I looked back at the officer, who had his drowsy sights on me.
If I were him, I'd have shot by now without warning. He must be suicidal to try to talk a group of hardened prisoners, myself excluded, out of a prisonbreak. He must have no idea, I thought, how hardened prison can make you. Regardless, I wasn't gonna risk ending up with a bullet in my brain. I dropped the firearm. It landed on the floor with a "clank," and I raised my hands above my head in surrender. I thought it was over. Then it happened.
The sound of concrete breaking filled the air like an explosion, a crack appearing in the ceiling, as if something heaving was pressing against it. The ceiling fell apart, and something fell through the newly formed hole. It was a creature easily twice the size of a full-grown man. It was almost human-looking, but it looked more like the Hulk when it came to strength. It was a dark red color, with veins and things of the like on the outside of it's huge, muscular body. It appeared to have no skin, but wasn't skeletal, either, as you could see a red form of rock-like flesh was covering it's entire body. The beast had no eyes, no slits that could be used for eyes, nothing. It's mouth was filled with things that looked more like steak knives than teeth, and it had claws equally sharp. Both were stained with crimson blood. It ran up to the officer with deadly speed, who seemed unaffected, and raised it's hand skyward. It brought it's hand down on the officers neck. I looked away right as the razor-sharp claws hit the skin. I closed my eyes as tight as I could. I heard the disturbing sound of flesh being torn, and the equally disturbing sound of a round object hitting the floor. What on Earth is this thing, I wondered. Then it was silence. No gunfire. No footsteps. No sirens. Nothing. I looked up and opened my eyes, expecting to see a dismembered officer and a demonic creature. But I saw neither. In fact, I didn't see much at all.
There was no officer in sight, let alone a headless one. The beast had apparently vanished. I looked around. Broker was gone. So were all of the others. There were no prison guards in sight. There were no people in any of the cells. It was deathly quiet.

What in the world is going on with me?!




Chapter 2 - Welcome to Hell. Please, take a number and have a seat.

Name: Josh Miller
Location: Wyoming Men's Prison - Cell Block A
Time: 9:20 A.M.
Date: 12/3/11



My pistol lay at my feet. I picked it up, still shaking from the sights I had just seen, and slided it into the pocket of my prison jeans. I examined the rest of the cell block I was in. All of the cells were bare. There were no signs of human life. Broker, Sixgun, and all of the other prisoners seemed to have vanished off the face of the Earth. Even the bodies of slain officers were gone. After further examination, the only thing I could find was a shank somebody had made. I took it and put in my pocket with my pistol. I decided it was time to leave.
As I got closer to the door that led to the next cell block, I started hearing noises. It sounded as if a a rocking chair was moving back and forth on pavement. I drew my pistol, sliding the safety trigger off, and approached the door. I slowly opened it, and it creaked as I did so, giving an already creepy setting another fear factor.
I peered inside the room. Inside was a narrow hallway that lead into Cell Block A. In the middle of the floor was...
"Broker!"
I ran to him. He was rocking back and forth, curled up tightly in a ball in the middle of the hall. He looked up at me. His face was pale, almost ghostly white, and his expression was blank. But his eyes... they were unnaturally red. It was scary to see him like this.
"Do you have any idea what's going on?!" I asked.
He laughed, and not in a hearty or friendly way by any means. His voice was deeper than usual and had a demonic growl to it, and I could tell this wasn't the Broker I knew. He spoke. His voice was one of a demon.
"Pathetic mortal," he said, "Your time is up."
I took a few steps backward, and he smiled in a not-quite-friendly way. What had gotten into him!? It was almost as if he were... possessed.
He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but started to choke immediately.
He was regurgitating. Something was coming out of his mouth, and it was large: too large to come out of a normal human's mouth. The sides of his mouth split and his jaw cracked as he started to throw up something easily the size of a bowling ball. I watched in disgust, as if I was paralyzed by the pure horror of it.
A round ball twice the size of Broker's head fell to the floor, and Broker himself went limp. The ball was blood red, and it had the same texture as the beast's skin from Cell Block B. It started to twitch. I backed up just in time as it started to chip open. It cracked, making a spiderweb pattern all over it's rocky surface. Something was coming out of it. Was it an egg of some kind?
A huge hole burst through the top. I raised my pistol towards the "egg" and shot a round. That was futile. It didn't even make an impact on it, let alone puncture it and kill whatever was inside. The bullet ricocheted from the egg and hit the wall behind me.
The whole shell burst into shards, revealing what was inside.
There, standing next to the body of my fallen friend, was another demonic beast. It was smaller than the one that attacked in Cell Block B, but other than that they were identical. I fired another shot it it, but the unbelievable happenned: it dodged. It sidestepped with amazing speed, the bullet reflecting off of the stone wall and making a loud "ping" sound that echoed loudly in the hallway. It was lightning-fast, and it had the potential of killing me.
I fired five extra rounds, all misses. Before I could shoot again, it pounced through the air, like a tiger pouncing on it's prey, and landed directly on me. My balance lost, I tumbled to the floor. It put it's hand to my throat, and I closed my eyes. I could feel warm blood trickle down my neck as the cold claws pressed against my skin.
I'm going to die in here, I thought. But then...
The weight of the beast lifted from my body. I opened my eyes to find that the room was barren. Broker's body had vanished. So had the beast. I stood up and took a few shaky breaths. I didn't know what was going on. Whatever it is, I didn't like it. I took a good look around. Deadly silent. Just the same as Cell Block B.
All the while, I kept thinking about what Broker - or whoever it was - had said.
"Your time is up."
I repeated his words slowly in my head as I stood up and checked the wound on my neck, which was still there. What did all this mean? Am I going insane? I need to get out of here!






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