The Heist of Revelstoke

Maw of the Enemy

I came to in a cell surrounded by other cells. "Jaden? Are you awake?" I felt tapping on my shoulder. I sprung up and thrust my back against the wall of the cage. It was my friends! They were somehow alive!
I was yet convinced that they were only a figment of my imagination, a stalk from the garden of madness that was being ever so aggressively tended to by the synapses of my mind.

I rubbed my eyes, and they were staring at me with wide eyes. "I thought you guys were dead!" I said. "I thought you guys were dead!" Eric said. "That bitch must've tricked us somehow!" I remembered that Victoria's body was still nowhere to be seen. The others just looked at me, because they weren't too adept at comforting me.

After my crying session, I stood up, and began to look for a way out of the cell. There wasn't really much to see: a couple of beds, a toilet, a sink, a shower, and a door leading to a path that turned to the left.

I began to push and pull on the door, but it wouldn't budge. I bashed my shoulder against it, and it jiggled and rattled, but nothing. I kept going at it over and over. My shoulder was aching and I was pretty sure I was bleeding. I sprinted from one end of the cell to the other and bashed the door with my shoulder as hard as I could. I inally made enough ruckus to where a guard came around the corner.

"Hey, shut the fuck up, will ya?" he banged on the door and yelled. "Kiss my ass!" Eric yelled. The door swung open and the guard was wielding his baton. He started beating on Eric, so we all swarmed the guard. We kept punching, slapping, kicking, and overall just beating on this guard.

He eventually stopped moving, so I took his guard clothes, which consisted of a black balaclava, a black British commando sweater, green camouflage pants, combat boots, a black MOLLE vest, and some green ingerless gloves. I put them on, and walked out of the cell, into the adjoined room. "Hey! Ricky!" one of them yelled at me. I pointed to myself in a "Me?" fashion, and the man said "Yes, you, stupid ass, get over here."

I walked over to him, and saw the guns on the table. I picked one up and pointed it at the guard. "Woah, Ricky, what the hell are you doing?" he yelled as he put his hands up in the air.

"How's about you let the guys go, eh? They's good people!" I tried to do my best recreation of what Ricky sounded like. "Wait a minute." He stared blankly at my balaclava. Then he leapt up and tried to take it off, so I flipped the gun around, and bashed him in the head with it.

He slumped back in his chair, a dark red spot slowly growing on the side of his head. I recentered my balaclava, and got everyone back out of the cell. We put on the guards uniforms, and headed out of the room, guns in hand.

We eventually came to another group of guards, who led us to a meeting that the Paragon was holding. I started to talk with another one of the guards. "Hey, so, who is Paragon anyways?" I asked him. "Aww, hell if I know, mate! I'm just here for the bloody pay!" he chuckled.

I laughed with him as we got into the meeting room. "Gentlemen, we have done a great thing today. We have slain those damn Horseman once and for all. And now, as a prize, you will all get to see my face for the first time."

She reached up to take off the mask, and she flipped back her shiny black hair, and fixed it up into a messy ponytail. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was Victoria. She was alive. And she had led us right into the maw of the enemy.