Psychopath

The End

James awoke to the sound of gunshots. The shots echoed around his small cell with such intensity that he fell off his bunk, curled up in a ball and covered his head. There were three more shots and then... silence. It felt like the silence lasted an hour, but in reality it was only for a minute. And then, for the first time in three weeks, the door to James's cell opened with a metallic squeal. A Hispanic boy stood in the doorway, grinning at James. James reacted without thought. He walked over to the grinning Brian and slammed his fist into his gut. Brian doubled over with a wheeze. Instead if continuing to hit him, James took a step back. Still struggling to regain his breath, Brian wheezed,

"I...most... likely... deserved that."

"Your damned right you deserved it. That's for beating the shit out of me. I know it's been three weeks, but I'm still angry about it."

Brian strode up straight, and looked at James.

"It's good to see you. I haven't seen you since the fight."

"I can tell you've been busy. What were those gunshots?"

Brian grinned.

"The first shots of the prisoner rebellion of course!"

He whistled and three men came in. One wielded a hand gun, while the other two held shards of glass, wrapped with cloth at the area they were holding them so they didn't get cut.

"There are twenty guards. We have seventy three men with us, ready to fight their way out of here."

James took a second the register this. Seventy three men? Brian certainly had been busy.

"How did you do this?"

"I'll tell you once we are out of here. Are you with me?" Brian extended his hand. James stared at it for a second, and then with a smile shook his extended hand.

"I'm with you."

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Battle isn't pretty, and this one wasn't an exception. Brian and James didn't lift a finger, and yet that day, they inadvertently caused twenty guards to be literally torn to pieces. The halls ran with blood and body parts, as well as used bullets. The prisoners didn't stay to celebrate their victory. As soon as the guards were dead and James had figured out how to disable the security systems, they were gone. The only ones left were James and Brian. As they slowly walked down the halls, surveying the carnage they caused, they chatted.

"What happens now?"

James scratched his chin thoughtfully.

"I don't know."

"That's the first time I've ever heard you say that."

"Hopefully it'll be the last."

"I doubt it."

They turned a corner, and continued walking toward the two double doors a few meters in front of them that would lead them to freedom. With each step, a sickening. wet splotching sound could be heard as they walked across bloody floors. They saw the bodies of prisoners and officers alike, filled with bullet wounds or stabbed to death.

"It's been quite a journey James."

"That it has been."

"Although I fear the journey may come to an end. We have no money, no place to go, no food, no water, and soon the whole nation will be after us. And if we get caught, we won't be thrown in prison, we'll be executed."

James and Brian stopped at the large double doors. James grinned as he turned to look at Brian.

"We're clever individuals. No matter what life throws at us, I'm sure we'll be able to get out of it."

"That's what I like about you. Your so... optimistic."

"Perhaps. Or maybe I'm just arrogant. Only time will tell."

Together, Brian and James pushes open the double doors, ready to take on whatever the world had to throw at them, together. Ready to see what the future might hold, knowing that no matter what happened, they would overcome, or succumb to it together, as more than friends, but as brothers.

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Psychopath has certainly been a journey, one that I could have never taken if it weren't for each and every one of you who read, voted for, or commented on it. Special acknowledgments go out to KASPIKE. The list of ways she has helped me is enormous, and if I had to write them all down, it would amount to dozens of pages worth of praises, so I'll just say the biggest things she's done. She's been my friend, encouraged me to pursue this story during the darkest of times, when I was ready to give up on it, and brightened my day with every comment. I also want to thank my good friend Adam, AKA valleyofunrest, for giving me the highest praise, and harshest criticism when I most needed it. I urge you all to go and read their works, they are both writers far superior to me. In regards to the story ending, I felt as if it had gone in fir a long time, and the plot was getting repetitive. Instead if running this story to the ground, I wanted to end it on a good note. I hope I haven't upset anyone. If it is requested enough, I will certainly write a part 2. Until then, from the bottom of my heard, I thank all of you.