Mutant

Ten

Damich reached and reached for the keys. Nothing. This was like the umpteenth time trying and he didn't seem to be making any progress.

Damich got up and gave it one last shot, this time with a weary arm. He slid it down in one of the slots that the cell bars made. It crept closer and closer to the golden key.
5 inches left.
2 inches left.
9 centimeters
5 centimeters left, and then..still nothing. And that was as closest as he could stretch.

"This is hopeless," Damich muttered as he laid his legs and arm back. But when one of his legs clanked on a cell bar, it vibrated up to Damich's brain and gave him an idea.

Damich put his legs into the two bar slots and slid in for the key with his feet. His left feet squirmed the farthest and appeared to have a higher chance of at least trying to touch the key.
How right he was. The feet did touch the key, but not only that, Damich made sure his feet scooted the key closer and closer and closer to him.
And when Damich finally caught it in his grasp, he gave himself a small cheer.

"I finally got you, you little fucker,"

Damich hastily inserted the key into the lock, and in a matter of seconds the cell creaked open.
Damich patted the dust off his jumpsuit and happily walked out.
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The aisles were covered with green puddles that Damich found hard to dodge. And up on the ceiling was a black shiny surveillance camera. There seemed to be about five of them which hung on all different sorts of angles on the ceiling and on the walls.

"Neat security," Damich said. "Too bad nobody is alive to actually monitor this."

Damich continued to walk on the dark aisle until he reached a glass door that read "RTDJ" in red blazing letters.
Ignoring the imprinted words, Damich pushed the black handle and walked out the door.

"Fresh air, finally." Damich said as the wind blew on his face.

He was now standing at the entrance way of the Remirda Town jail, and it was night. So he could rarely see a single thing. But that wasn't the only issue.
Up ahead of Damich, was a surrounding electrical fence. It had a red and white sign that read:

High Voltage! Please don't touch or attempt to cross!

"Great," Damich muttered. "Now I'm stuck here for sure."

But then a couple yards aside the fence was a metal watchtower. There was even a metal ladder that went along with it to make it an easier climb.

Damich busted himself up to the tower and started climbing apprehensively, keeping in mind the possibility of falling.
When he reached the top, he knocked the wooden door in with the black jail cleats he was wearing.
The door slammed open and fell down with a rippling shud.

Damich walked in the tower to find the switch lying near the twinkling control panel. He silently pushed down the switch and then stomped back down down.

Seeing the fence mechanically slide open was a relief to Damich. He thought he would be stuck in the ruddy jail forever.
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Gus and Crow had been standing outside the fence with eager looks on their faces. Waiting for their friend had been an obligation. A duty. And as far as time could tell, he seemed to be taking a long time.

Gus Hamicker appeared to be holding a pair of clothes in his hands while his feet tapped repetitively.
And on the other side, Crow was cupping his hand to light a cigarette.

"There he is!" Gus cried at last.

Up ahead of them, they could see a smug Damich walking with his hands in his pocket.

"What took you so long?" Crow asked while puffing out a fog of smoke.

"You care?" Damich sneered. "Hit me up."

Crow handed him a lighter and the Marlboro cigarette box.

Damich shoved a wad in his mouth and quickly fired it up with expertise. He then threw them back to Crow.

"I got your clothes," Gus handed him the pair.

"Thanks Gus," Damich yipped as he hung the cigarette on his lip and received the clothes.
"Would you guys mind turning around?"

Gus and Crow quickly swerved around while Damich took off the orange jumpsuit and changed into something new.

Gus shut his eyes and forcibly thought to himself. Don't look, don't look, don't look.

"Okay guys, I'm done," Damich slurred, occupying himself with the cigar.
"So where to now?"

Crow did his cruel laugh and then tossed away his cigarette.
"I've been hearing this commotion about Arch Littleton trying to save a little girl. Wanna check it out."

Damich sneered. "Lead the way."