Transition

Chapter one

Click........click.........click

This was all he could hear the same repetative sound driving him crazy.
He couldnt see either his vision was completely black only a small amount of light that was it, and even that was blurred.

Click........click.......click

He could hear though, he thought that would help him but all he could hear was that same stupid click.
Finally after what seemed like an eternaty of this he heard a door open (or rather creak open) silence, even the clicking had stopped. he heard the bang of a mans boots along concrete witch he guessed the floor was made of, the man hastily took a seat as if he didnt want to be there.
"Right" he said with a voice that sounded less alive than a slightly burned roast turkey.
"Lets get this sorted" he ended.

" You can the the hood of him now"he said in his hoarse voice,
Suddenly his vision came back flooding his vision with, what was really a dim light, but after ages of blindness it seemed as though staring at the sun.
He blinked repeatedly clearing his vision.
"Truman Marcell" said the man
"Do not call me truman everyone calls me tucker"
Tucker took quick stock of his surrounding as his vision cleared, he was in a small room a complete box with bare concrete walls with damp and moss growing out of them, it was also very damp and had a wet atmosphere, he was sitting at a square table it was made of a weak type of wood that could be handy, also the chair he was sat at was very weak also handy, seems he was tied to it.
He looked behind the door was solid steel with a retina and fingerprint scan, probably why they lacked in a more secure holding cell, a plan was forming in his mind he needed to stall time.
"Ok then truman"the man mocked,
Tucker looked at the man across from him, he was a short older man around 60 at least, he was about five foot seven and had a square face that closely resembled a computer screen, he had a small mustache on his top lip and crew cut grey hair, he also wore the ridiculous blue beta max security prison outfit.
Tucker now knew where he was at least he decided to hear this man out, he sat in silence waiting for him to continue.

Finally the guard started to talk again and everything made sense.
"Your from the west city, your city tried to overthrow us again, were starting to hold a grudge ya know, and we were thinking what would hurt the east country and then we realised, capture and imprison there farmers and vital inhabitants and put them in prison for life or just hang them to make an example, your lucky your not with your friends out there you know, hanging, your being imprisoned, how does all of this make you feel?"

Tucker didnt answer for a long time he was fighting back the fire in his heart that had just started, he thought about all his friends who were now dead innocent people, his plan couldn't wait being a farmer had made him strong but in his past he had been in the army young volunteers he knew how to fight.
He was also only twenty-three years old and was very fit, he breathed, control was needed, he looked at the guard, and launched into action.

When you have planned how to fight and win, everything goes almost in slow motion, this is what tucker was experiencing, he kicked his feet into the floor and front flipped, smashing his chair into the table, as he had hoped the table smashed into many pieces, whilst all the pieces were still midair he pluck a large board from the mess, jumped onto what was left of the table, backflipped over the guard whacking the poor man, who was freakin out in his chair, tucker landed behing him as the door to the room opened, and 3 guards armed with knock out darts, came in and started firing at random, shielded from the bullets tucker ran jumped kicked and knocked out one of the guards, he then grabbed his weapon shot the 2 other guards tuck rolled through the door and slammed it behind him.

The whole thing had taken less than 13 seconds.

Now all tucker had to do was find a way out of the high security prison beta max, he ran down the first corridor he came to there was a door at the end of it, he could clearly see the rain through the glass of the metal door, he ran and saluted the concrete corrider mockingly and stepped through the door, but what he saw was far from a escape route.

What he saw was a huge hole through aragon (his planet), and he was at the bottom of it, beta max was a mining jail, the clicking he had heard earlier was the other prisoners doing forced labour mining at the rocks, there was no way out, it was impossible to climb and the guards would see him too easily anyway. The guards had already spotted him, he aimed his stun gun and fired at them, and then ran back inside, drenched from the few moments he was in the open, he would have to hide and pray for a way out of this hell.

A few hours later he found himself huddled between the entrance to an abandoned mine and a random piece of wall that did not help conceal the mine too well but provided perfect cover for Tucker, he had been in here almost three hours now, and was hoping he was home free, he closed his eyes holding back the fear he was feeling, alarms had been going off all day after his escape and he had hoped they weren't searching for him down here.

About 2 hours later he heard an alarm go of everywhere in the facility, he could hear the prisoners and even saw the guards running toward there quarters....This was his perfect time to leave, he got up and pelted down the coridoor, but unfortunately he then learned what the sirens had meant, gas started to pour through the vents in the ceiling, he already knew he was done for, his eyes were already starting to droop, he fell to his knees and slumped, he heard footsteps, they were a world away from him though, he was safe now, he was okay, until a man in a gas mask went right into his face.

"Maybe next time" he punched him hard in the jaw and signalled for him to be taken away, the drugs finally took a full hold of his body and with one last pathetic attempt to free himself, he fell to the floor completely dazed and unconscious.