When they Whisper

Departure Plan

Hunters Pov
This rotten smelling cell won't keep a hold of me forever. I think to myself fiddling with the napkin that was given to me for lunch. I could just SEE Vincent's face in the napkin. Oh that boy. He's going to pay so bad. I have long enough to think about what to do to him. I still haven't decided whether I should shoot him or blow him up.

"Here is your new cell mate. Try not to kill him." The guard said pushing in a kid with black hair covering his eye, with the ends of his hair dyed blue and green. We made eye contact and I turned around around quickly. Eye contact with strangers is not my kind of thing anymore. The cell door closed and I was left alone with this kid.

"So...what are you doing here?" He asked. For the way he looked, his voice was nice and soft. I finally looked at him directly.

"I should ask you that first." A strange silence fell upon us once again. Sitting up straight he said, "Trust me, you don't wanna know." He ended the sentence smirking. This kid didn't seem so shy anymore.

"The names Chase." HIs outstretched hand was close to my face. I was really not taking a liking to this "Chase" kid. Pushing his hand out my face, I replied. "Hunter," and again, a smile crept it's way on to his face. He seems WAAAY to nice to be in this cell with me.

Chase stretched out onto the second cot, with a soft yawn escaping his lips, and with that yawn, words also came out. " 'Tis no sin to cheat the Devil..."

What does that mean? I glanced over at him and his hair finally fell out of his face, showing his eyes. One blue, one green... showing no emotion. This sent chills down my spine. His cold icy stare and paleness of his skin made him seem like a ghost. He sat back up, again his hair fell in front of his eyes. The same icy stare, looking straight into my soul. He stood up, glanced at the door and laughed like a maniac.   
Chases eyes stared to water in the corners from laughing to much. He was starting to freak me out, even more than being before.

"Hey dude, what's so funny?" I asked him, hoping to actually get an answer from the kid, and not just giggles.

"The fact that they think they can keep me contained in this joint!" He had managed to say in between laughs. You couldn't imagine how those words pierced through me. Like a freaking sword from all different angles.

"What do you mean?"

"It MEANS that I'm busting outta this place," Chase's laughs have finally seized themselves, and he was able to talk more clearly. I could feel the excitement rise. "And I want YOU to help me."

I was waiting fro a time like this since I got in this place. An escape plan, and even better, someone to help me do it. I wanted to get my revenge on Vincent, to see him bleed. To see him cry while chained up to a wall. Hear him cry for mercy. I had dreams about these things almost every night, and Chase had made that possible. A smile finally had found it's way onto my face.

"I take that as a 'yes'?" His sudden question made me snap back into reality. I nodded in response to his question.

"Then we shall get to work! I snagged these papers from the main desk." It was a map of the building, shifts of the guard's, and just a blank one. "The first thing we need to do is come up with a time to do all of this, and how long it will take."

. . .

"Lights out!" the guard had yelled before all the lights in the cells went out. I couldn't sleep. I was to excited. I going to see my dear Scarlet again! I pulled out a little pouch out of my pocket and opened it. My eyes ran all over the pictures I had taken of Scarlet. Not even a centimeter of her body was left unseen as I used the light from the hallway to see these pictures of her. Don't worry Scarlet, you won't have to deal without being with me for long.