Behind Bars - Scomiche

Chapter 10

A/N I'm so sorry that it has taken me 5 months to update! That is horrible and I am a bad author but I did have exams :( but no excuse! I will try to update more regular I swear! Thank you for all sticking with me haha

Scott POV

I am pacing up and down my cell wondering what to do. I'm in here, trapped, and Mitch is out there possibly bleeding to death and getting weaker every second I'm stood here thinking. But what the fuck can I do from this tiny metal room of mine?

I am praying for some help when suddenly all hell breaks loose. Alarms and sirens all start wailing, crying and shrilling like I've never heard before. I cover my ears in fear they'll explode as pandemonium breaks out around me. The sirens continue to scream and a panicked voice on the PA system begs for help. They sound like a guard. Does that mean that this is my first prison riot? I would love to join in and kick some smug guard ass but I am still confined to my cage. My guard outside my cell yanks down the slat on my door as he stands up and tries to run down the corridor, but he breaks a sweat before even doing a light jog. He is unsurprisingly running (if you can call it that) away from the noise and shouting rather than towards it. He isn't exactly the 'hero who saves the day' type person.

A stampede of inmates in orange jumpsuits all appear round the corner as I am trying to reach through my slat and unbolt my door but sadly even my noodle arms aren't long enough. They are all yelling unintelligible things and have managed to get their hands on pots and spoons from the canteen and are smacking them together to create a deafening racket.

Suddenly a short woman with tanned skin and long wavy black hair appears at my door. She makes me jump and I swear under my breath and this make her laugh, a twinkly high pitched sound that is so beautiful I almost tear up. I can't remember the last time I heard that noise. She runs her hand through her long hair and brushes it out of her face, revealing the prettiest girl I have ever seen. If I was straight I would be all over her.

"I'm Kirstie" she says boldly. I introduce myself and as quickly as she appeared, she disappears. I fear she has left me here but then a loud clacking noise is made and my door swings open. Thankfully the joyful noisemakers have gone somewhere else otherwise I would have been Mufasa'd. I look around, in awe of being out of the box room I had been in 24/7 for the past God-knows-how-long. I feel a little vulnerable and exposed but my curiosity takes over. The corridor is long and very white, with the same fluorescent light as in my cell but less blinding. There is a couple more corridors branching off this one and I wonder how large this prison actually is. I snap out of my daze and remember Mitch. This is my only chance to help him.

I tell Kirstie about Mitch and what I know about what happened to him. I don't know why but I just automatically trust her, like I've known her my whole life. She nods gravely.

"I wondered why all the guards were so happy this week. They gave us more time outside and even high fived some people. We need to find him as soon as possible."

I agree and we set off in a direction. We run as fast as we ca, looking in rooms we pass. I hope we aren't too late.

Mitch POV

Blackness.

Scott POV

We run for what seems like for forever in this maze of a prison, turning left and right, trying as hard as we can to check everywhere. There is no sign of him anywhere. I start to panic so we stop and have a breather. We pant and gasp for air after our sprinting marathon and I wish we had water but this is more important. Suddenly I stop panting and look up. There is a hallway behind Kirstie that we didn't want to go down as it is in the unused part of the prison so it has fallen into disrepair to say the least. I start to go down it but hesitate. Kirstie grabs my hand and squeezes it softly and I smile at the comfort. We go into this tunnel and it is pitch black. The smell hits me as my eyes try to adjust to the dark. It smells like a gross public bathroom and another smell I can't distinguish but judging by the stickiness under my feet, I'm guessing its blood. I run my hands cautiously against the wall until I reached a door. I take a deep breath and force it open. It takes a few heaves at the bolt but eventually it swings open.

Mitch is lying on the floor in a pool of blood.

I think he's dead.