Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back

Plan B

(Johnny's point of view)

Korse had left roughly an hour ago, after teasing Methane and toying with her head. I could tell that she didn't like it in here - then again, I didn't when I first got put in here but 4 years in this cell, it begins to seem a little like home. Well, no not really, but I've grown used to living here and being pushed around by the S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W guards. 

Methane was drawing on the marble floor with her finger, acting as if she were drawing out plans. "Right, so you know the plan, Christ?" I nodded but she ran through it again with me. "I'll distract the S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W while you get a message over to the cell opposite us." The cell opposite was home to Molten Machete, the guy who manages to smuggle in fucking everything. "Machete will let us use a few of his knives and we'll hide them on our person. Now this is the tricky part...."

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(Methane's point of view)

The S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W escorted me down the hall, after I was caught trying to escape. "Fucking hurry up," he growled and dragged me along as I tried to pull out of his grasp. I assumed I was being taken to the execution hall. Even though Korse had told me that they don't kill people (which we all know is bullshit), I've witnessed people being killed in that hall. Tears were streaming down my face, I know I was supposed to be some tough, rock-solid leader, but inside I was fragile as fuck. I couldn't take this. I didn't want to die.

He opened the door to reveal a white room with nothing but a chair sat in the middle of it, two guns were attatched to the ceiling directly above it, there was also a viewing gallery for all those at BL/I who want to laugh at some Killjoy being murdered and a door labeled "CAUTION. EMERGENCY USE ONLY". "What can BL/I not afford a proper electric chair or something?" I muttered and the S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W pushed me down onto the ground. "Fuck you," I spat as he kicked my stomach. I cried in pain and rolled onto my side, desperately clutching my stomach, as if it was going to explode if I let go. 

"Sit on the chair," he demanded and I did as he said, not wanting to know what he would do if I refused - at least my death would be quick and....almost painless. 

I looked up at the viewing gallery where there was a small control panel. Another S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W was sat up there, flicking switches and watching me cautiously, to see if I'd make a break for it or not. "Any last words?" the second S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W said with pleasure in his voice.

"No, just get on with it," I replied, my head hung low. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for death to take me to wherever the hell we go. I heard the fire of the guns, I heard the lasers, but when I opened my eyes, I was still alive. I blinked a few times and turned to my right. The S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W that had kicked me was lying on the ground, dead.

I looked up at the viewing gallery. The S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W took off his mask and gave me a thumbs up. I returned it and grinned, "Johnny if your aim had been even slightly off..."

"Yeah yeah yeah you'd be dead and gone and I'd just be standing here awkwardly," he laughed, "Stay there."

I waited for Johnny to leave the viewing gallery. When he entered the execution hall, we made our way out of the emergency door - into the heart of Battery City.