Purple Prey: The Case of the Filthy Baboon

Chapter 11: 2105 Coup

*Five months later*

It was almost New Years Eve by the time our plan was perfected and ready to enact. We'd been trying to adapt to prison life for a while now, just looking for the right opportunity, but life here was certainly rough. Almost as rough as the facial hair that had grown on Venus' perfect face. That's right, we'd been here so long that Venus had grown stubble for the first time since we met. It was perfectly shaped, as if it had been expertly groomed, though it was indeed natural growth. I would be lying through my fucking teeth if I said it didn't actually suit him. Watching his ever-changing but always gorgeous face was the only thing that kept me sane during the months that went by. Well, that and the thought of our inevitable escape. It was mostly Elly, Cosmic and Venus that figured out our exact plan but I wouldn't give them all the credit, they wouldn't have had a chance without my encouragement. The only glaring problem was we didn't know exactly what Avian Dust and Bionic Arcadia's key was for. Elysium had deduced from her experiences that it was, in fact, the key to a door, but that's all we had.

However, we decided not to dwell on that fact too much given that even Cosmic, who basically knew this prison moon inside and out, had no clue on the use of this key. Besides, it wasn't as though we could snoop around wherever we wanted, since The Headmaster tightened security on us, which was probably the right call in all fairness. Since we did plan of defeating him once and for all on our way out.

It started where all good escape plans start: in the gardens. A place where we had the best view of all the guard stations, which allowed us to learn their schedule. The only issue was indeed the Headmaster, and though he rarely emerged by his own will, in our time of playing the role of model prisoners, we did see at least a few newbies unfortunately summon him. We don't know what became of them after they were sucked into the Headmaster's office but one could only assume the worst. Most are not as gifted as yours truly, Obsidian Leviathan. Watching this go down, however, did give us an idea as we knew that the Headmaster's office was the one area in the prison most likely to hold the keys to escape. As well as this, we had concluded that without a leader, the operations of the prison would cease to function. We had to cut off the body's head(master).

It began when we were introduced to a new prisoner. All of us were hard at work in the turnip garden when I grabbed Cosmic by the collar and yanked him closer to me.

"You look the most credible as a gardener," I whispered un-empathetically. "Tell the new guy to plant thirteen turnips,"

"Are you suggesting manipulation, Obsidian!?!?" Cosmic cried loudly whilst I tried to silence him. "ARE YOU SUGGESTING I MANIPULATE THIS NEW PRISONER TO PLANT THIRTEEN TURNIPS TO SUMMON THE HEADMASTER TO KILL HIM??" Everyone in the garden looked over at us, except the newbie. Maybe he was hard of hearing since Cosmic was practically screaming.

"Yeah." I whispered, gazing into Cosmic's soul. He nodded, now understanding the plot, though his soul looked wrecked with guilt.

Cosmic swung around to face the new guy who was right beside him, holding the gardening spade with a weak grip that suggested such a mundane task disgusted and offended him.

"Excuse me, sir." Cosmic Tomorrow began and, although he wasn't facing me, I could tell that he was starting to tear up again, "Perhaps you should try planting those turnips over there." He sniffled very loudly and I doubled over in a desperate attempt to stop myself from swinging Cosmic back around and slapping him for being such a terrible manipulator. I shouldn't judge though, not everyone is as good an actor as I.

The stranger turned to face Cosmic with great speed, almost slapping Cosmic in the face with his bleach blonde hair that would make any mother shake with unrelenting fury.