Escapee

Prototype C4s70n-3b winced as he twisted his wrists against the cuffs. He couldn't remember how long he'd been here. All the prototypes were set to be scrapped within the next week so they could start rolling out the new models, and 3b was determined not to die. His wrists and ankles were cuffed to the wall, looking around the room, he could see other prototypes just like him, cuffed to the walls. The two prototypes on either side of him had given up a while ago and rarely spoke now. 

3b had a plan. 

Sort of. He always listened in when his captors talked and gained some insight; the power to the building was to be shut down tonight for maintenance, something something mouse trouble. When this happens, the lights and security systems will shut off, giving 3b the chance to escape. Twisting his wrists back and forth, he felt something snap in his hand. He'd been doing this for about five minutes now, attempting to loosen the clasps fastening his hands to his wrists, and it seemed to be working. 

 "What are you doing?" 3b froze as 2f jolted him out of his thoughts, "I'm getting out of here." 

"Bullshit. No one gets out of here." 

"We'll see." 

"Your funeral." 3b rolled his eyes, 2f was always a defeatist.

Finally, the lights went out, and the security doors opened. 3b knew he would have trouble not being seen, but he was confident. Pulling his arms up, his hands popped out of their sockets. 3b had to bite his tongue so as not to cry out. He pulled his wrists out of the cuffs and reattached his hands, then bent down and did the same with his feet. Now free, he crept towards the door, peaking through the small window to make sure the coast was clear. Quickly grabbing a spare arm from a table as a weapon, he opened the door, cringing when it squeaked. He left the room, looking around for any threats. He let out a soft yelp as someone grabbed his shoulder, spinning on his heel and wacking the assailant in the head with the spare arm. Looking down at the lab assistant he'd just knocked out, he shuddered, then snatched their keycard and kept walking. Soon, he reached the exit door, swiping the stolen keycard in the slot. Shouts echoed from the hallway behind him as the door slowly opened. "Come on, come on!" He pleaded with the door, wishing it would go faster. 3b looked behind him, he didn't see anyone just yet, but the voices were closer. He ducked under the door and ran for it. 

Away from the lab. 

Away from his prison. 

Away from death. 

He hid in an alley. 

3b changed his hiding place every week, hoping he wouldn't be found. Until one day, hiding near some trash behind a building...  

"...hello?" 
 END