Betrayed

Escape the Black Room

"Why so grim?" I asked, even though I could tell by his expression that I wouldn't like the answer.

Using his finger, he motioned me to turn around and move my colllar. I followed his instructions, walking closer the glass wall so he could have a closer look. Off the corner of my eye, I saw him inspecting my neck, as if he were a treasure hunter trying to decipher ancient writings.

"Yup, you're screwed."

He said it in a nonchalant way. That's the part that unnerved me the most, what made my bones shiver, what made me think if I'm going to die.

"You're going to die."

Right on cue

I turned around with a grim expression on my face, and saw him sitting on his bench, kicking back.

I tried getting my head back together, trying to process the new information. "What do you mean, I'm going to die?"

He looked back smiling, it didn't take me long to figure out that he was the kind of person that liked talking to the first person who would bother to listen.

"BlackWing don't like snoops. So what they do is figure out what to do: Let them live or eliminate them. And I've seen how they do it. Compared to any horror movie I've seen, you would be better of in a Saw movie."

I've seen Saw. I loved the franchise, but that wasn't so brutal. At least not to me.

"What about you? Did they stamp you?" I said while feeling the ink on my neck, the pain was something that completely escaped my mind.

He turned around. popping the collar of his shirt down to show an inked tattoo saying: Process.

"Indeed they did sir, indeed they did." He said boastfully. He turned to his bench and grabbed a shard of what appered to be glass and slid it though the small crack between the floor and wall. I carefully examine the piece, IT was a piece of glass with some blood in the corner.

I placed between the crack and split the piece into two, placing one in front of my head and the other in the back. I say the letters backwards and took a minute to decipher the writing.

I dropped the glass as soon as I deciphered the writing on my neck. TERMINATE.

"Bum Bum BUM." Clay tried to play a drumbeat to add that... Dramatic effect.

"Don't be so down. I hear heaven has a hell of a bar."

I looked at him coldly. "Sadistic much."

"Pretty much, but I have been working on something."

"What would that be?" I couldn't help but be the curious case here.

"Smile, you're on TV." He pointed to a small black sphere hanging on the ceiling. "Can you believe these guys can't afford a sound system, only video. I assume you're familiar with their 'furry hancuffs'."

I remembered the rope they used to restrain me and smirked. But now I regretted my decision to stay.

"If I were you, I would hightail it out of here."

I tapped at the glass to remind him we were under key. But he smiled, as if he didn't care.

"I've been working on an escape plan, and you're my way out."

I was confused for a minute, but I didn't care. If there was a means of getting out, I was gonna take it.

"Follow my lead." He winked. It wasn't long before he started running around in his cell, like a caged animal, howling and screaming. I followed suit. It wasn't long before guards came in to silence us.

They tapped on my cell and I calmed down, like a puppy would. Clay, however, kept going at it. One of the guards stepped in his cell.

He brought bravado from nowhere. "You wanna bump, Brah?" He landed a sloid hit in the guards face. The two struggled for about a minute, clawing each other like angry cats.

Once he was painted in red, the guards left. "THAT was your plan?" I asked, didn't seem like a solid plan. "You only landed ONE hit on the guy, the rest you just tried to grope him."

"Did I?" He smirked, holding one shiny card in hand.

"Is that..."

"The key, yes. I'm not an idiot. But I need you to get out of your cell first and then open mine. If I get out, it will trigger the alarm, and they know I did something. But since you played the puppy act, they'll just think the equipment is bonkers like usually."

He slid the card under the cracks, and signaled me to open the door.

I proceeded towards the door and shoved my hand throught the holes in the wall. I inched towards the lock, my nervous hand ready to drop the key. Eventually I managed to slip the card through, unlocking my door. I popped the door open with my foot and yanked my hand out of the hole.

I proceeded to open Clay's door.

"Two years, well spent."

Before he finished his sentence, the alarm went off. A loud blurting noise.

"Our cue?" I asked.

"Right on time."

We hurried to the door, where he punched in the code. "1503. Two years I've seen them punch in the same code, which is also the year the Pope Alexander VI was murdered by his son, Cesare in Rome."

"Spare me the history lesson."

We walked outside, where the guards were walking around hurriedly. "C'mon kid, let's bolt."

"WAIT! You have a decent story, but I got one that can make you a legend."

"What do you mean?"

"You only proved that there is a government conspiracy, but about what? They have people down there, criminals, used as free test subjects."

He took one long gaze at the ground, pondering about his next move.

"Okay, I'm in."

"Good. Now do you know where they could hold any person besides the Black Room?"

"They let me out once in a while, I've seen trucks go into that ware house over there, might be a good place to begin."

I saw a huge warehouse at the end of the island, ironically it was the only building here with a door.

"Good luck kid." He waved and walked the opposite way, as I walked the other.

"Okay, let's have some fun."