Criminally Insane

Chapter 1

I woke up in a cold, dark cell. There was nothing around me but a metal door and stone walls. A mattress lay in one corner and I went over to it. It looked reasonably comfortable but on closer inspection I discovered that it had quite a few broken springs poking out and something was moving around inside it. I moved away and looked around the rest of my cell. There was a metal basin fixed into one of the walls which I guessed to be my toilet.

I had no windows and the only light was coming from a naked bulb hanging 7 and a half foot above my head. I quickly contemplated my means of escape. I could try to climb up and jump on anyone who came in. I looked at the shape of my cell. It was a square, 6 ft by 6ft, making it virtually impossible to climb. I assumed that a cell so well designed would have security measures in place. There were no cameras in the cell but there was most likely a camera aimed at the door and guards stationed outside. I would need a brilliant plan to escape this. Thankfully, by the looks of things, I wasn't going to be provided with much to do, so something for my mind to work on wouldn't go amiss.

I sat in the corner opposite the matress for what seemed like hours. With no windows or clocks, there was no way to tell the passign of time. My brain was working away at the issue I had. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a bolt sliding across and my foot slid through a hatch at the bottom of the door. This gave me an idea. I looked at the food I had been given; half a loaf of stale bread with some green patches and some water with dead flies floating around. I sild over to the door and tried to open the hatch, locked. I pushed a bit and it moved, so there was hope. I crouched down and walked around my room looking intently at the walls and floor. After about twenty minutes I found what I was looking for, a  loose stone. I grabbed it in one hand and I slowly starting chipping away at the ground beneath the hatch.

It took five days and 10 meals for me to create a big enough gap for the stone to fit underneath the hatch. I slid the stone underneath and pushed, attempting to prise open my food hatch. It moved ever so slightly but the bolt was still stopping it from moving. I prised it up as much as I could and then hit it three times with the stone. It buckled under the strain. I hid just to the side of the door, hoping it would open inwards. The door opened outwards and the two guards that were outside rushed in. Well aware that I was in plain sight if either of them turned round I acted fast.

Using the sharpest end of the stone, I cut the ten peices of thread that I had tied around the metal basin and that were strechted across the top of the door and tied onto a stone poking out the opposite wall. The mattress balanced on top on the strings fell and, just as one of the guards swiveled round and saw me, the mattress fell on top of them. I watched as one of the springs plunged into the nearest guards neck and heard his cry, muffled by the mattress. I saw the other guard struggling to get out as whatever had been moving around in the matress before latched onto him.

I reached forward and grabbed the first guard's sidearm and checked it over. It was a Glock 18, a semi-automatic pistol: designed for either a one shot fire, or multi-bullet mayhem. I was lucky that they had such guns. Although I wouldn't paticularly need the multi-bullet option, that meant the this gun had a lot of ammo storage. I didn't have time to check, but the weight of the gun indicated that it was near to full capacity. I lifted the mattress of the two guards just in time to see a medium sized insect plunge into the second guards cheek. I looked at the guards, seeing them as nothing but obstacles and a means of getting weapons. I grabbed the other guard's sidearm and both of their holsters before taking the first guard's semi-automatic P90 and the seconds guard's spass-12, a very powerful shotgun.

I walked out of the cell door, shuttung it behind me, and made my way down the corridor. I turned a corner and found myself face to face with a metal door with a fingerprint scanner and a keypad just to the side. I cursed under my breath. How was I meant to escape now? I heard a noise in the corridor I had just come down and I slowly looked round the corner to see what was happening. There was a man, from his clothes I assumed that he was of a higher status than the guards. He was looking intently at the large dent in my food hatch and muttering to himself inaudibly. I judged the distance between us and decided that I could make it fast enough.