How To Hide A Body

Damn The Academy

"Shawshank Redemption?" said Luis.

"I love that movie!" Alexander exclaimed.

"It's a movie?"

"Yes, you uncultured Schwein!"

"When did you get time to watch a movie?"

"Uh-"

"Boys! Listen to me! Alex, remember-" I whispered.

"Don't call me that-"

"Excuse me?" I said, with a threatening tone, staring him down.

"Never- never mind," Alex shrank back in his seat.

"Alex, remember what happened in that film?"

"Yeah, he escaped from prison, because he wasn't guilty of the crime," he stopped mid-sentence, his eyes widening as if he had reached some sort of epiphany.

"Yes!" I muttered excitedly. Maybe he wasn't so thick after all.

"You mean-" Luis started.

"You're in here for a crime you did not commit?!" Alex shouted.

"Shh!" I spluttered, my eyes flitting to the guards who were guarding every entrance.

None of the guards raised an eyebrow. Two were in a deep conversation, and the third was picking grit from under his nails. I sighed. Apathy, I forgot.

"But, can we take one moment to discuss the amazing cinematography that movie had? Oscar-worthy, I'm telling you," he glanced at Luis questionably, "Did they win an Oscar?"

"No. They were nominated for several awards, but did not win," Bart said, evidently pleased that he could add something to the conversation.

Alex slammed his hand onto the table, which made the one guard who had been cleaning his nails look up at us.

"Damn you, Academy!" Alex yelled.

"I honestly forgot how stupid you were," I mumbled under my breath.

"What did you say?" Luis asked threateningly, leaning forward.

"That I haven't been in contact with Wilkes lately," I lied.

Luis gulped down all his courage. Wilkes had been the manager of that freelance insane asylum. I do love toying with these two.

"What were they nominated for?" Alex was asking Bart.

"Shut up, Al!" Luis yelled, "You want to escape, huh? Well, we've been trying to for several months!"

"Well, you're not me, are you?" I said, tilting my head slightly.

Luis chuckled, "God, I have missed you."

"The feeling's not mutual," I smirked, "You've been here for several months? By now you must have analysed the place pretty perfectly."

"We have. We have calculated precisely where we are in Paris," Luis explained as he folded his arms.

"And where is that?" Bart asked. I could hear his feet tapping nervously on the marble floor.

Luis looked at Alex, who leaned in so close to me, that I could smell his couscous-scented breath.

"Underground!" Alex whispered.

"And, where underground?" I asked, prying for information.

"Okay, well, we haven't worked that out-" Luis said guiltily, folding his arms.

I scoffed.

"But, we do know we are close to the catacombs."

A huge grin spread across my face.