Jacob raced forward, a grim line of disgust clear on his face. Colton and Wilson simultaneously snaked their arms around the large man, holding him back until Colton could stand before him and shove him back. With a look of mild surprise on Jacob's face, he stared down on Colton--he only shook his head, before turning around to face the man. "Don't worry, boys," he spoke up, a raspy voice, "I wouldn't kill people for no reason. The guard was insane; just like the prisoner. Hadn't I killed him, he would have killed me."
"Just like the rest of them?" Colton asked, stepping around the other bodies, turning one over onto their backs so that he could look into their glassy, unblinking and wide eyes.
"Yes, exactly. I'm not an enemy here. I'm just doing what I can to survive."
"We still haven't completely...figured out what's going on," whispered Colton, turning to his acquaintances, relieved himself that Jacob seemed more or less calmed down. "Have you heard anything out of the ordinary since our last encounter? Rattling cell doors? Any...disembodied voices?"
The man pondered this for a second, scratching the back of his neck a moment, before stepping out into the light where the guys could see him. Colton flat out paled. Full, thick head of black hair, dark blue eyes, which always had a determined light in them, no matter what. "The cell doors going on, yes, I have heard that. I don't think I've heard any--"
"Of course you haven't!"
That voice came about once more, and the man in black tilted his head towards the ceiling a moment, eyes narrowed into slits of blue.
"All four of you, leave! I will not tell you again!"
"Why should we?" Colton wondered once more.
"The Prison is ruined--it will be of no use to anyone if you stay here, destroying it even further!"
Suddenly, the lightbulb began to sway on the chain, flickering and flickering as it moved back and forth until it blinked out, and chilling screams took the place of the voice. "We need to get out of here," the man declared, pushing Colton forward and in turn, Colton pushing Jacob and Wilson forward. The two men in front wrenching the doors to the sides before all four of them stumbled out into the corridor.
The screams followed them in an echo as they sprinted down the corridor, the man slinging his gun over his shoulder, slipping his knife into a side pocket and picking up the pace as he shoved the others forward. "We need to move! Now!" He pushed his way to the front of the group and made his way to the end of the hallway, turning back to watch the others slide through the doors behind him.
"Close it, close it, close it!" Colton urged him, pushing on the other door beside the man. It shut with a bang, just as two guards and an inmate pitched themselves into it, leaving a bloody stain smeared across the doors as they stumbled back. Jacob grabbed a wooden board lying beneath him and wedged it between the door handles as the men and the woman on the other side banged on the doors, too stupid to understand they could not get through, and wondering why they weren't.
Panting, Colton collapsed against the wall, clasping his shaking hands together. He stared up at the three men around him, and stopped at the man. "Do you have a name, stranger?" He asked, and Jacob and Wilson turned to the man reloading his gun.
"Brandon," the man responded, stepping forward and extending a hand out to Colton to help him to his feet, a smile on his face, "Brandon Jace."
Colton went paler than before, and his hand stopped moving.
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...Can you guys figure it out...? *Evil look*
--Allison.
