a/n: FPE: Failed Perimeter Escape/ Few Proud Emotional. The great escape: part one. Happy thirtieth Birthday Tyler, if you are/ ever read this.
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Tyler didn't sleep before the day he was to leave. He had his flower in hand, sitting on his bed with his rucksack on his back. Waiting for the sun to reflect into his room in such a fashion that only he and Josh could understand was the call for the great distraction. His crew wold be coming with his drums, the distraction being a song, something the citizens of Nico would think of them mocking banditos but all while running from bishops in the end. Tyler's hair had grown from when Jenna last cut it, it had been months. Months since this started, and he'd finally be leaving. He looked up from the flower, seeing the sun shine right onto his jacket, smiling to himself.
Josh said that when the sun started to reflect the way it did, the banditos called it dusk. Sunset, when the sun went down. Tyler knew this only as day and night, the grey area undefined. The grey area though, usually they assumed it as excuse. But there really was a grey area, they just had to look for it. IN this case, the banditos called it sunset or dusk. Tyler never saw it in its entirety. He knew though, if he looked off the plateau's cliff he'd be able to see but the most beautiful version of it.
When the sun would start to reflect onto his tape is when he would start to run. When he would change his life officially, leaving the rotting city for a better life in the valley in a tent with his wife who'd be coming for him. For his best friend, who he loved in his own way. For himself, to heal the pain that had killed him for years. For his siblings, who had gone into the next stage. For the sun, which had started to reflect onto his taped shoulders.
Time to run.
He got up, leaving the apartment for the last time, walking down the hall confidently. No one was in, they'd be in a different spot. The great celebrations started in the night, they'd be waking up only now. Closing their windows to stay secluded. He walked down into the courtyard, banditos closing in on both sides of him with their torches held high, people seeing them and fleeing. Distracted obliviously. Josh had come up to him, unrecognizable in full camouflage, but pulled down his bandana, smiling to Tyler. He was silent, just like the yellow haired Josh Tyler always imagined, but it was the real Josh with his hair stuffed into his hat. Doing the handshake they made when they were young.
Tyler snapped out of the handshake, catching a microphone a bandito threw him. Josh's drum set was done, sticks thrown to him, ready to play once Tyler started to rap. Sing the lyrics he wrote to escape, literally. He took the flower out of his pocket, throwing it to the ground and crushing it with his foot as he stomped into a stance on the cobblestone to start.
'What I say when I want to be enough, what a beautiful day for, making a break for it, we'll find a way to pay for it. Maybe from all the money we made, razorblades stores, rent a race horse, and force a sponsor, start a concert, a complete diversion, start a mob, and we can be quite certain we'll win but not everyone will get out. Oh no, we'll win but not everyone will get out, oh no, we'll win but not everyone will get out." Tyler rapped, standing up straight after the verse, preforming his heart out, knowing that Paige would be below, leading several prisoners of Dema to safety with those waiting for them in Trench.
"East is up, I'm fearless when I hear this on the low, East is up, I'm careless when I wear my rebel clothes. East is up. When bishops come together they won't know that Dema don't control us. Dema don't control, east is up." Tyler sang, Josh hitting the drum harder than needed, alerting the bishops that they were indeed disturbing the society that wracked them as they slept every night.
Josh looked to Tyler, standing up as the banditos quickly packed up his set, going over to him and hugging him.
"Ready to leave hell?" He asked, Tyler chuckled.
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