Chapter 2: Break Free

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Seán McLoughlin

All I could do is smile as I walked casually along the corridors of the prison, getting through undetected. I reached for the pistol in the holster, the feeling of holding a gun again was so exhilarating.

"Hey!" A fellow jailer called, who was on a floor above me overlooking the cells, "What happened there?"

I just shrugged lazily and tried my best to imitate a solid American accent, "Nothing, McLoughlin's kinda sick." I said without looking up at him.

The man guffawed, "He's pretty much gonna die in here, that man always looked sick."

It took all my willpower not to draw out my gun and shoot him on the spot.

I brushed it off and made my way towards the outer prison bars, my hands playfully jiggling the bundle of keys hanging on my belt. I unhooked the bunch and unlocked it, gaining access to the main corridor of the facility where all of the sections of the cells were linked.

Keeping a slow pace, I took a deep breath, praying that I wouldn't get discovered as I passed by two other jailers who were conversing. Luckily, they didn't seem to mind me.

My chest pounded with anticipation as I approached a door up front, it was the main control room of the entire building. I stopped a few feet from it, looking around me checking the surroundings making sure that no other guards were roaming the spot.

I went inside. The place was filled with more than a dozen monitors displaying live video feeds of mostly every section of the prison. And in there were three guards keeping an eye out for something to happen out of the ordinary.

One of them looked back and saw me, "Hey." He greeted, taking off his hat and exposing his blonde hair.

"Hey." I greeted back, quietly locking the door behind me. The three men just went back to staring at their screens as I wandered around, looking at everything around me seeing the framed pictures of the people who had previously serve in this establishment and some trophies.

I reached for a small gold plaque on the shelf bearing the New Jersey police emblem and weighed it in my hand, it had a solid weight to it, almost half as heavy as the six kilos diamond play button I have back at home. I gripped it tightly and concealed it behind my back, carefully walking towards the three men.

Using all my strength, I raised the plaque high above my head and quickly brought it down on the man's head who was in the middle. Right after that, I quickly elbowed the man to the right in the chin shattering his teeth while using the plaque-turned-bludgeoning tool to hit the third guard in the face.

The first man dropped dead on the ground, killed by head trauma while the other two were disoriented from the initial blow. One of them then lunged at me but I counteracted by uppercutting him. The other reached for the emergency button but I quickly tripped him with my feet.

Knowing they were vulnerable and writing in pain on the ground, I seized the opportunity and wrapped my arms around the blonde haired jailer's neck while my legs did the same to the other. The two struggled to hit me, but I tightened the chokehold even more. They wheezed, the air being forced out of their lungs.

A few more struggles later, they were still.

I let go, quite exhausted by the struggle, but managed to stumble back to my feet and reach for a lever that controlled the camera in the west wing. I jiggled the stick and video feed for that part of the prison began moving left to right rapidly.

Mark Fischbach

I pressed my face against the bars, blowing air out of my nose watching the clock tick every second. Then something caught my attention, near the ceiling to my left was the security camera doing something out of the ordinary. It was quickly moving left to right. A smile immediately formed on my face.

Seán did it.

"That's my boy Seán." I said, going back to my bed and hiding the pistol in the back of my pants. I knelt on the floor and stared at the bars, taking a deep breath as if trying to meditate.

I began counting in my head.

In three...

Two...

One.

The bars swung open on its own and the lights flashed red accompanied by the sounds of an alarm.

The yells of prisoners erupted in the air as they all swarmed out, charging at the dozen jailers who came to intercept them with batons and tasers. I joined in on the prison riot, witnessing the prisoners being subdued by the lawmen while the others overpowering them. Everyone was preoccupied by the ensuing chaos; I was dodging the flying bodies and the punches trying to make my way through the crowded place and to the outer gates.

But there were two guards blocking my way, they had their nightsticks and tasers drawn.

"Going somewhere, Mark?" The shorter of the two said.

"I don't think so." said the other one.

I smirked, "Come on." I taunted, balling my hand into a fist.

The two charged at once, attempting to jab me with their tasers. I ducked and carried the taller man and threw him to the side while dodging the sparks coming from the other man's weapon. I kicked him away and managed to take his nightstick.

I glanced back to the other man and saw him running at me. I swung the wooden stick at him in full force and hit him in the head, severely impairing his eyesight. But it did not stop there, he kept swinging at me. I rolled my eyes and pushed him to the other prisoners who began beating him up.

Then I felt shocks from my back, the other had jabbed me with his taser. I screamed through gritted teeth, resisting the current that traveled through my body. I turned around and snatched the weapon from his grip then snapped it in half.

I quickly pulled him close; drawing out the gun I concealed then burying it deep into his stomach before pulling the trigger, guaranteeing a muffled shot. The jailer looked at me and had a surprised expression on his face as blood dripped from his mouth.

"Shocking." I smiled, before shoving him away but not before taking his pistol.

I took one last glance at the brawl behind me before sneakily going out of the place using the dead guard's keys.

Felix Kjellberg

I heard noises from the guards outside along with the distant yells of people from the west wing of the prison. I glanced outside and heard the jailers saying that there was a prison riot going on in that part. They hurriedly ran to aid them leaving only two guards in the spot.

That's the signal. I thought to myself, picking up my makeshift shotgun and returning back to the bars, carefully aiming at the guard who was standing on top of the stairs leading to the cells on the second floor.

I took a deep breath, hoping that the weapon would function properly. I reached for the trigger, closing one eye to get a more accurate shot. When I did pull it, I saw the bullet leave the barrel and fly towards the man's chest showering him with shattered pieces of lightbulbs.

My sights quickly focused on the second guard just as he heard the other scream and fired at him, hitting him squarely in the face instantly blinding him. Wasting no time, I used the bobby pin I had acquired earlier and began picking the lock, with some effort, it finally clicked and I was free.

I walked out of my cell and took the blind man's shotgun and threw a punch at his face knocking him unconscious. Then I climbed up and dealt with the other jailer by throwing him down the stairs, watching his body roll and bones breaking, until his neck hit a step, killing him instantly. I dragged their bodies back into my cell and locked it behind me.

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