A Feature Presentation

A Feature Presentation 6: Bailing

Indigo jabbed the box cutter deeper. He didn't care about the strength it would take. If the box cutter broke now he'd use his fingernails. Anything to get out of here. Anything at all.. The material was surprisingly easy to dig into, and soon he had a whole panel that he could push up. As he was about to climb up into the dark depths of the ceiling, he heard footsteps coming. Indigo adjusted the ceiling to look normal and shoved the box cutter in one of his back pockets. The bottom flap on the door opened and light fluttered through it, and then a tray of food. Indigo tried to reopen the flap, but it only opened one way. He'd have to rely on sound to make sure he didn't get caught. He ignored the food and faced a different problem: getting up. The room was small enough that he could probably put a foot on each side of the wall and shimmy up, that wasn't the problem. Indigo was more worried about the sound it would make. He moved the ceiling 'panel' up and to the side, and put his shoes and socks up there. It felt like he was in a Die Hard movie- hopefully he'd succeed as much as that actor did. His bare foot met the wall on one side, and then the other. Indigo pried himself upwards and reached his hands onto the ceiling. It hurt, but he wouldn't let a couple scrapes get between him and living. Eventually he made it up into the ceiling, his hands scratched and his vision poor. Luckily, there were some small air vents that provided light, which would hopefully get him on his way. He put his socks on, but not his shoes. Indigo worried that it'd make too much noise to be walking in the ceiling with sneakers on. Now he just needed to find Gibson and get out of here before the world ended.

Easy.

Gibson lay slumped into a chair, strapped with some twine. It'd been an hour or two since he'd been put in here, and even he couldn't escape. Usually it'd be so easy to get out of something like this, but he just felt horribly weak. The idea that this world could end as he was on it was a nightmare. This sucked.. The door to the left of him opened and in stepped the previous prison guard and someone who looked like they belonged to the military.. A general? Gibson sighed. "Hey copper, who's this supposed to be?" The prison guard seemed offended, while the other man didn't say a word. "You vile creature! This is Lieutenant General number 132, and they have some questions for you." 
Gibson scoffed. "Vile? I'm not the one wearing that hideous outfit." The prison guard ignored him, and the general stepped forward. As soon as he did, Gibson slumped farther in his chair. "Why are they coming here." The man asked in a stern voice.
Gibson shrugged. "Maybe they want a vacation or something, I don't know."

Indigo heard yelling and decided to crawl that way. It was beginning to get hard to breathe, dust corroded everything in sight. Soon he reached the source of the arguing and could clearly hear Gibson and somebody else.

The general grabbed Gibson by the neck and brought him face to face, chair and all. "You know what I mean, they're planning to ATTACK!"
He shrugged again. "Just cause they have weapons doesn't mean they'll use them, I mean-" The general threw him back down. "Are they planning to end the world?"

No response. Gibson just stared at him.

"So they are.. They're gonna end Earth."
Gibson nodded. "I wasn't planning to stay and watch the fireworks show, but I don't think you're gonna give me an option.." He nodded back. "You're damn right. Because you're going to tell me how to stop them, or you'll die here like everyone else."
Gibson froze. "I- I'm not affiliated with those jerks! You think they'd let me in!?" He laughed. "Never said you were, you're still going to tell me how."
He felt like crying, there was nothing fair about this. "If I knew how, I would've stopped this LONG AGO!"
The two of them left in silence, leaving Gibson to mope.

After it sounded like the noise had left, Indigo waited a minute. He spent it taking deep breaths of cleaner air through the tiny grate, and putting on his shoes. Then broke off the old razor and used the next piece, and begun to cut around the grate. He didn't want to leave a huge gaping hole, just something he could squeeze through. Indigo cut the piece and put it to the side, and squeezed through the small area. Gibson was below him by a couple feet. "Psst! Gibson!"
Gibson looked up. "Oh shit- How'd you even get here?" Indigo shrugged and tried to squeeze out farther. "I- Gibson I'm stuck.." He rolled his eyes. "Well I don't know how to help, I'm tied up." Indigo's lower half was stuck in the ceiling. His eyes lit up. "Oh!" He pulled the box cutter back out and dropped it near Gibson. "Gibson, fall backwards and get the box cutter." Gibson sighed and rocked back and forth until the chair fell, the box cutter handle right at his fingertips. He easily cut himself out and reached up to help Indigo. "I'm gonna pull you, make sure to try and land on your feet." Indigo sighed. "I'll try.." One pull and he fell, landing on the ground on one foot and one knee. "Ow- I'm ok though!" Gibson sighed and hugged him. "Thanks for coming, I had doubt we'd get out of here.." 

Indigo sighed and hugged back.
"It's not over yet, we still have to get out.."