The survival series: The Survival of Councillor Kenric

Journey Home Pt. 3

As the man and Trix walked through the never-ending corridors, the former councillor felt all the hope he had dissipating. There was not a single door or window in sight. When he asked Q where the light in the corridors came from, Q said that it came from a flasher. Whether it was a prisoner or a member of the Neverseen, Q did not know.

 After about ten more minutes of utter silence, Trix was about to request Q to lead him back to his cupboard-like room but suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted something. It was a thin brown rectangle, and it seemed to be made of wood, instead of the stone and brick that was enclosing him and the man at the moment. Wood was a good sign. Wood could mean trapdoors, or cracks in the floor which could be easy to break. But the problem was that more than half of the trapdoor was buried underneath the walls, which meant that it could not be opened, and even if Trix managed to break the wood, the width of the trapdoor was not enough to fit through. But, possible or not, the thought of an escape gave him some hope. He decided not to tell Q about it, not because he didn't trust Q, but mainly because of the lie detectors strapped to his arms. 

Once Trix and the man were back inside their room, Q locked the door. "Why did you do that?" Trix asked. "I wish to rest for a while, so there is no other way to keep you here than to lock the door." Trix was about to mention that there was absolutely no way he could escape the facility, but then he remembered the maybe-trapdoor and stayed quiet. Q went to his corner of the room and closed his eyes, leaving Trix to think.

"Okay, let's break this down," Trix thought to himself. "Trapdoor, wood. Wood, breakable. Breaking, hammer. Hammer, impossible." This was the sixth time he had come to this conclusion and was about to give up, when he remembered his promise. "Councillor Kenric Elgar Fathdon doesn't give up," he whispered, and felt a little bit better after addressing himself by his own name. So he closed his eyes, and decided to try one last time. "Trapdoor, wood. Wood, breakable. Breaking..... breaking... force. Force.... pressure! Pressure! That's it!" Pressure could be accessed by water, solid materials and AIR! He was a guster! Trix had nearly forgotten about his new ability. But... the only problem now was that he needed to get to the trapdoor again. Which meant that he would need to leave the room. Which would lead to Q getting suspicious. Which would lead to Fintan coming to question Q, which would spoil his plan. And anyway, the wood exploding would make a lot of noise, which would lead to Fintan finding out. Aaaand... he was back to square 1. 

-To be continued-