BLACK STORM: The Abandoned Son

Chapter 11: Twists and Turns

Is this it? Trapped in a cage like some sort of vermin, maybe I deserve it. I did Kill all those people after all. Who am I to take another man's life? Maybe I should rot in this Jail cell forever. For if I face consequences in the living realm maybe I shall face redemption in the hereafter. And you, Astrid, my beloved. May I see you there as well? Or is the will of the heavens going to keep us apart as the will of the profane world has? No, I shall not allow it. For not even the elder gods can extinguish this burning passion in my heart.

"My gods, you are pathetic, what happened to the carefree energetic young lad I first met?", Dollhouse mocks me.

"Be silent demon. I want to be alone with my thoughts."

"Unfortunately, I'm forced to listen to those thoughts. So, we can't have all this moping."

"Why won't you shut up, you put us in this mess in the first place."

"I explained it to you earlier, you're the one in control."

"Bullshit, I didn't want to kill those people. You compelled me to do it."

"Believe whatever you want, just know that I have your best interest at heart."

"You don't have a heart, and you only want to feed. My best interest? What a joke."

"Why won't you trust me?"

"This argument is pointless, I'm facing the gallows anyway."

"What do you mean by that?"

"The government's gonna execute me."

She lands on the ground and starts to jitter and panic. I'm not buying it, I know she's just pretending to be concerned for me. Like I of all people would fall for such a rudimentary trick, did she forget where I grew up? 

"No, you can't be executed."

"Why would you care? Just find someone else to harass."

"You don't understand. You die, I fade away, we're connected."

"Huh, serves you right, I guess", I chuckle to myself.

"Come on, you can't die. Is that what Astrid would want."

I know she's just desperately trying to save her own skin, but she's right. I may want to meet Astrid again but self-destruction is not the answer. I would be stupid to just give up and accept the hand I'm dealt. Even the most foolish gambler knows not to bet on a bad hand. And who I'm I? I'm not some pushover, I'm no fool or coward. And the world is about to know my name. The name of the boy who overcomes his fate.

"That's the spirit Newt."

"I told you to stop doing that."

"Can't help it, that rant got me all excited as well."

"Then let's get out of here, you and me."

"You stopped calling me a demon, that's good, but how?"

"We'll make a plan."

"My kin is lacking in creativity, so I can't help with that."

"Seriously?"

Now that I think about it, I have no idea how to get out of here. These bars they're rusty but still strong. It's almost as if this cell was built specifically to prevent people from escaping or something. I suppose I have to get a bit industrious if I want to outsmart this system. 

Terror has been doing this for centuries, it may take me a lifetime to find even one flaw in their system. The engineering genius of Terror's architects is something my child mind couldn't even fathom. The extent of security makes even the most hardened criminal tremble at the impregnable defences- Wait, it's just a normal lock actually. With that in mind, breaking out of here would be painfully easy. Why is this building so outdated?