The Henry Stickmin Collection: My AU part 1

The Prison Escape

Henry sat in his dank prison cell, mulling over the wrongs of his past and how he had ended up here. Suddenly, he heard heavy footsteps outside his door.

"You expecting a package?" The guard asked gruffly. Henry got up and his eyes widened.

"I'm not expecting any package, sir," Henry replied. He was telling the truth. But the guard held up a cardboard box with "Happy Birthday!" scrawled in black ink on the top. The guard shrugged and pushed it through the bars.

Henry pulled the box closer and cautiously opened it, only to find it wasn't a cake at all—it was an array of contraband items and weapons, packed neatly inside. His heart raced as he took out each item; they would be enough for him to cut the metal bars surrounding his cell door with the hacksaw—and make his escape.

Henry, his muscles cramped and aching from the cold ground, pulled on the chunks of metal that made up the wall bar, ripping them apart until he could make out his surroundings. The cell was dark and damp with a pungent smell that clung to him like a noxious gas. He had lost track of how long he'd been imprisoned in these cramped quarters. As soon as he had made any progress in freeing himself, his captors had moved him to another place. Now that he was free though, what was next? Idiot, he thought. As Henry emerged from his cramped cell, he was startled by a sudden voice calling out to him from the distance. His pulse quickened as he frantically evaluated his limited options. With a sense of urgency, he bolted towards the exit, driven by a desperate need to escape the assailant. In a split second, Henry sprang into action, reaching for the grenade that was securely fastened to his belt. He pulled it out and swiftly hurled it behind him with a calculated force.

The blast shook the earth beneath Henry's feet but he kept going, pushing forward with a fierce determination. A guard stepped into his path and shouted at him to stop but to no avail. Henry quickly weaved through the bullets that rained from behind him and sprinted towards a large steel door. He snatched a hacksaw from his pocket and began sawing through the lock with unbridled intensity, until finally, it shattered and the door opened. With no time to waste, Henry flew down the corridor, his heart pounding in his chest and his breath coming out in gasps.

Then, he heard it - the voice of a guard crackling over the radio: "We got a code 18, I repeat a code 18." His mission was clear - he had to keep going or face dire consequences.

Henry's stomach was in knots as he sprinted down the desolate hallway. He had no idea what he was walking into, but he knew that if he wanted to stay alive, he had to keep running. Shards of bullets careened off the walls, ricocheting toward him with piercing intensity. He could hear the guards barking orders and their footsteps getting closer by the moment. Despite his fear, Henry continued to press forward, knowing that it was his only chance of escape.

Henry dove behind a pillar, his chest heaving as his breathing labored. His pounding heart raced with the rush of adrenaline while he cautiously looked around for any sign of his assailants.

That's when he spotted the guard charging towards him with his gun raised and ready to fire. Henry didn't think twice before throwing out an intense kick that caught the guard off-guard and sent him crashing to the ground, sending his gun skidding across the floor. In one swift motion, Henry grabbed it and immediately aimed it at the other guard's face. But before he could pull the trigger, he felt a burning sensation on his palm and the gun flew from his hands in pain. He stumbled back, cradling his throbbing hand as he saw blood dripping onto the ground. The other guard started cackling maniacally as he pointed his gun directly at Henry's head. Out of options and running out of time, Henry desperately pumped his legs into high gear and sprinted down the hallway as fast as he could with the guard hot on his trail, firing shots left and right. The reverberation of bullets missing their mark filled Henry's ears, but he pushed past the fear and kept going until he reached a dead end. With no way out, Henry had to act fast.

With the guards rapidly closing in, Henry's heart was pounding like a jackhammer. He frantically searched his surroundings for an escape route and spotted a nearby wall. Without hesitation, he swiftly scaled it with all his might until he reached the top. With the guard inching closer to him, Henry made a split-second decision and executed a backflip off the wall, landing effortlessly behind the guard. In one fluid motion, he wrapped his muscular arms around the guard's neck, snatched the gun from his grip, and dispatched him quickly and quietly. The guard's blood was on Henry's hands, but he felt void of emotions. So he turned and ran.

Henry bolted down the next darkened corridor, his heart racing faster than ever before. He heard the ominous sound of metal clanging against metal as he turned right just in time to see a guard wielding a rocket launcher aiming at him. Without missing a beat, Henry lunged forward with all of his strength, crashing through a nearby window as shards of glass pierced his flesh. He felt his blood trickle peacefully down his punctured abdomen.

The blaring alarm only added to his fear as he raced towards the exit as fast as possible. His mind was racing with thoughts of the severe punishment that awaited him if he were caught.

"There's trouble!" A guard yelled in a panic behind him.

"Are we going to get fired?" But Henry had no time to waste on their concerns; he had to focus on getting out alive.

Dodging bullets flying in every direction, Henry zigzagged without pause or mercy. Suddenly, he heard an explosion echoing loudly behind him. He knew immediately that they had discovered him. But still, he didn't stop pushing himself harder than ever before as he sprinted towards freedom- For Henry, there would be no other outcome than success or death trying.

"Halt!" A guard bellowed from behind.

Henry felt a surge of adrenaline rush through his veins as he tightened his grip around the grenade, ready to activate it. He threw it backward with all his might and the resulting explosion sent tremors through the ground. Henry grinned as he saw his plan unfolding before him.

"He's trying to take down the prison!" The guard screeched, followed by cries of terror echoing around. With fire in his eyes, Henry charged into the sea of guards with no regard for his safety. His gaze then locked onto the captain, and he had an idea. Henry held up his hacksaw menacingly and lunged forward, wrapping it tightly around the captain's neck.

He barked a warning in defiance - "I suggest you back off or face the consequences". The captain gasped in agony while the guards stared in fear, never expected such audacity from a convict.

"Take him!" the captain roared, his face contorted in a mad rage as he clenched his fists tightly. Henry smiled wickedly as he glowered at the two guards.

"I will not be imprisoned!" Henry shouted defiantly, his voice reverberating off the bloodstained walls of the dingy prison. The guards stepped backward in fear, their hands trembling on the triggers of their firearms. However, when Henry met their gaze with a hardened resolve that suggested he would accept nothing less than freedom, they reluctantly lowered their weapons and conceded defeat. A hint of satisfaction crossed Henry's lips as he realized that his daring gamble had paid off.

"We let you go," They stuttered, bowing their heads in submission. Without wasting another second, Henry dashed out of the prison, exhaling a breath of relief as the fresh air embraced his skin. With newfound liberty radiating from his soul, Henry decided to drive away from the prison in a police car; its body still stained red from his captors.