I've been here for a month now, my family despises me and my friends haven't come to visit, I didn't even get a court trial, this is it. Me, Marcus Gonzalez, nothing more than a killer all because they baited me into killing.
"BOOM!"
"Huh what was that?" An explosion sounded, but why?
"It's a bust out! Radio all units to bring them down! It's a breakout!"
Gunshots everywhere, police and of said strangers that came here, but why? Who are they breaking out and how do I join them?
"Give us the boy from cell n-08 and no one gets hurt! Or keep him and we'll do this the hard way!"
"Like hell we are!" The cop responded back
"Alright boys, breakout is a go!"
The cop looked at me, a strange feeling arose in him, does he think I'm the one who called them in?
"You, I had enough of you."
"Umm sir I-I didn't call them here I swear-"
"Shut your mouth"
"Wham!"
"Oof-"
He punched and all of a sudden, I couldn't breathe
"Get off me!"
"IM GOING KILL YOU, NOT CAUSE YOUR THE MURDERER BUT BECAUSE YOU PERSONALLY MAKE ME SICK TO EVEN LOOK YOU IN THE FACE!"
"S-stop before I-it's-"
"Your weak, and I enjoy the lowest of the low, cause I can pummel them down without punishment, now die"
This was it, I didn't have the strength and he's full force, why? Why me? This nation is a sick joke...
"Bang!"
"Huh?! Ahhh! Jesus, shit what the the hell?"
The cop was shot in the head, the hole being fresh and now I'm saved, but by who?
"Get up, mark"
"Holy shit.. it's you, jo-"
"Yep, I came here to free you"
"Why though?"
"Because, the cases of missing people have skyrocketed, and the government in its own world. Now take this"
John hands me a duffle bag, there's some clothes and other things as well
"Change, now"
"What?"
"Look I'll turn away just change so you won't be suspected of anything, and you need a new name"
I change and John hands me a revolver, wait how did-
"The government's real lazy when it comes to guns, you wouldn't believe the massive shootings"
"But, I don't want to, I can't, it will better if I just accepted the blame."
"Dude, you don't feel any fire?! Any anger?! Any urge to escape?! Have you lost it already?!" John shouted
".... Maybe I have"
"Bang!"
"Ahhh! Shit! Sweet Jesus! God what the hell, John?!"
John had shot me in the leg, oh god it hurts like hell!
"Screw you John! I'm gonna beat till you cry like a baby"
I struck at him, full force in the face, he fell back and surprised for some reason-
"Hey, what the hell are you-"
"Shut it!"
"Bang!"
I shot one in the cop, still angry and mad about what John did, and then it clicked...
"John, you little shit."
"Heh, I convinced you real good... Now follow me as we are about to leave this hell you supposedly wanted to stay in."
John, he's a real sly guy, I hate and like that about him. We found the others and we left the prison.
"Ok, we broke him out, now what?"
"I don't know! I thought you knew what to do!"
"You guys don't have a plan?!"
"No, we don't as a matter of fact, we're just following the flow and hoping for the best, now we need a ride and I think that van will do."
Francisco pointed to a van and it looked like it could hold us all in, but how would we get in, screw it i'm a wanted man what more could I lose?
"Is there someone in the van?"
"No, it seems to be left out for now, anyway"
"By the way, who are you?"
"I tell you after we get out of this"
John and Francisco were accompanied by two other people, two of them are strangers to me as we never met. John busts down the window and the alarm goes off.
"Shit! The alarm!"
"Bro turn it off!"
"It doesn't matter! Everyone get in, now!"
"John, you do know how to start the car up, right?"
"Umm maybe.."
Maybe? Maybe?! What have they been doing if they didn't have a plan? Did they decide on breaking me out just because they felt like it?
"Ok, it's started, let's go!"
"Finally, mission success"
"Now tell me, what's your guy's name?
"I'm Brando"
"I'm Gerald"
"Well, I'm mark"
"Not anymore," John said.
"What do you mean?" I asked
"Have you looked at yourself? You and Mark don't look the same, notice the difference?" He handed me a mirror and an old photo of myself.
"Holy s-"
"Yea, you're different so Marcus Gonzalez is no more now. Pick a new identity from the bag. I mean your parents and brothers disown you now, so there's no point in keeping your old name"
"I guess.... I guess you're right, alright I'll pick a new identity from the ba-"
"Bang!" A bullet came out of nowhere, grazing brando in the arm.
"God, dammit, that hurts like hell!" Brando broke down the window and started shooting, I have a gun and I'm going to fight.
"Hell yeah, man! Shoot them coppers real good"
"Yeah, I gotcha ya man!"
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
A shootout had begun, cops vs me and my friends. I hoped that they pack enough, hmmm what If I...
"Bang!"
"Damn man! Good job! Slowing down the police is a great idea!"
I'm not done yet.."
"Bang!"
"Damn two tires, man you know your stuff!"
The plan had worked and now for the final blow..
"Bang!"
A rupturing noise, a loud sound seeping for miles on end, the destruction of the gas station and the cops had worked. Now we could-
"Oh shit! The tires popped, I can't get it to turn around!"
The car heading straight for the pole, John turned off the car but someone came in the way! We were headed straight for them!
"OH SHHHHHHIIITTT!" We said in unison, we were done for!
"Crash!"
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An Immoral Beginning
HorrorMarcus Gonzalez, a normal teen with a normal life. Something however, is beginning to take effect as he gets sucked into it as well as his friends. Where his journey shines a new light on the morals of life, to make the decision that weighs heavily...
