Henry Stickmin: The Extended Collection

Fleeing the Complex

October 10th, 2018
Yukon, Canada

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My head... What the hell happened..? Where am I..? Why am I tied up...

"Ah. Hello, Henry." a mysterious voice said to me as I looked up at him, confused and tired. He stepped out of the shadows and continued speaking. "Welcome... to The Wall. Some of the most cunning and notorious criminals are kept here, and now we have the infamous Henry Stickmin. You're going to be here for a long time. Grigori. Take him."

Another man emerged from behind me, untying me and bringing me to the derelict holding cell.

"You wait here until cell found." Grigori told me.

I stared at Grigori as he walked off to guard the door, before peering down at a girl who was stuck in the holding cell with me.

"Pssst." I mumbled, trying to get her attention, but to no avail.

"Mhmhum." I made a louder, more obscure noise this time. She looked at me, emotionless.

I signalled up to the hatch above us. She nodded in return before pushing me up to a pipe above us. I swung open the latch in the ceiling, breaking my shackles on a rock. I then knocked down a ladder connected to the hatch and swung down, helping the girl up.

"Thanks." she said to me, smiling, before breaking her own shackles on the same rock.

We began walking through the large space in the roof, not speaking ay first. That was, until the girl started making conversation.

"So, what are you in for?" she asked.

"I... I don't know. I just woke up here." I replied, with genuine confusion in my eyes.

"Oh. I see. Uh... I'm in here for grand theft."

"Cool. What did you steal?"

"Just... uh... lots of money. To put it lightly."

"Lightly, eh? I stole the Tunisian diamond eight years ago." I told her smugly.

"Eight years ago? I was still in high school eight years ago." She chuckles, finding the conversation amusing.

"Really? How old are you?"

"24. And you are?"

"26. I didn't really go to school."

"...I suppose that makes sense."

"What?" I give her a look of confusion as we continued to slowly walk along.

"Well- uh- argh... forget I said anything. Just... not going to school is gonna make you... worse off. If that makes sense..?" she tries to quickly spit out an answer, losing track of her words.

"Uh huh... why don't we focus on escaping before making small talk, eh? I don't like talking to people anyway, especially strangers." I started walking at a faster pace. The girl almost immediately matched my pace to my surprise.

"Stranger? Me? I thought we hit it off well."

"Ehh... I mean, I don't even know your name." I was reluctant to continue the conversation, not wanting to look at her.