Pisanthraphobia (H2OVanoss and Others)

Chapter 11

He had finally figured it out. It had taken him a long time, and many metaphorical crushed pieces of paper, but he had done it.

Through many nights of no sleep, acting like something he'd almost become, and times of secrecy on his computer he had contacted and negotiated his plan.

There were four associates who were getting him out. Two of them were a set, a Russian who was known for playing CS:GO and the other was an American who was eluded to be worth 7.7 million.

One was someone he only knew online, but they had developed a sort of trust over time. The final one was a good friend who had a fascination with a grey hoodie with two rabbit ears on the hood.

Together they had formed a plan, and with some of Evan's financial aid they would give him the means to break out. He had emailed Tyler a few days before, and when night would fall he would be ready.

After 'going to bed' he gave himself an hour to plan, and when he heard the sound of the camera feed being looped he moved. Despite no one being able to hear him, he moved slowly, cautiously, and gathered his limited supplies.

He used the bag Tyler had brought his laptop in, and grabbed his notebook and everything else. When he moved to place it all in the bag, he noticed a small lump in the bottom. Slightly trepidation she reached inside and grasped something small and infinitely soft.

He leaned away and slowly brought it out, almost dropping it when it came into view. A small raccoon soft toy, one that instantly made him infinitely happy yet infinitely sad. It wasn't something he had expected, and it warmed him knowing that Tyler had found something like this for him.

He put it back in the bag and checked his time. The time on his (smuggled) watch was wrong, but after having lived so much in this cage he had learned a different way of keeping time. It would take a while for him to adjust for day to day life again.

When it was time there was a soft clicking sound, and he was able to push open his door without any noise. He was grateful for the prison having been well kept to the point of perfect silence, because the slightest noise could give away his position.

Looking cautiously, he silenced his footsteps and made his way to the elevator, moving around the censors his intelligence had picked up weeks ago.

He used a USB from his computer to hack the mainframe of the elevator (1) and dipped inside. From removing a panel on the side he was able to manually pull the elevator downwards.

His muscles, weak with disuse, strained and ached, and the wire cut into his hands as he slowly lowered it. He didn't know where the floors were, so he had to move as cautiously as possible.

When he felt a slight thump, he let go. Mistake. Instead of being at the bottom floor like he had assumed, he had hit a stray pipe or some out of place piece of metal, and the elevator screeched and fell to the ground floor.

For a second he was weightless, almost coming off of the floor, and then the structure hit the bottom and crumpled, knocking him into the wall.

Head ringing, it took him a few moments to get his head on straight, and by then he had wasted too much time. The plan was in ruins, so he grabbed his smashed laptop and the scattered contents of his bag, making a break for the exit.

He saw the front doors start to close on their own, though no alarm was going off, and he managed to put his hockey skills to good use and slide through. Adrenaline running like fire through his veins, he broke into a sprint.

His only belongings clutched tightly to his chest, he ran for what could've been hours, but in the dense forest he could scarcely tell. He was so close, so close to freedom that he could almost taste it.

Soon, he would be able to play around with friends. He would go out with Tyler and Craig, congratulate them on their perfect relationship, and maybe hold another group meetup.

He wondered how the others were doing; he hadn't had the time nor the focus to get the details. If he got another phone, maybe he would call them.

It would be several hours later, after he had collapsed in a boneless heap in the nook of an old oak tree, that he would realize that maybe his fantasy wasn't really there, and maybe things had changed. Blacking out, he let out a silent, hollow laugh.

Left behind in the metal of a crushed elevator, two crystal blue eyes peered through the darkness as two black shoes walked past. In his haste, Evan had left behind the raccoon.

Please read the next part (will appear soon) for important update.

1- I hope someone gets the reference :3