Marcy POV*
I can't believe that witch is my mother. I paced back and forth in my cell, thinking. Then I realized that I left my father at home alone. It's been two days since I saw him.
*at home*
"It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. Right mister potato chip?" The man said. His hair grew longer and hasn't showered in a few days since 'Beatrice' left. "Ok now lets all get into a sharing circle. You go first mr. Penny." The man said. "Ok speechless well it ok to be shy how about you go mr. Potato chip?" He said. The potato chip just tipped over."You know what! Your just like Beatrice! Not talking and ignoring me!" Then he yelled in rage and crushed the potato chip and threw the penny across the room.
*Marcy POV*
I hope he's ok. Bradley was standing next to the elevators and there was an old man in another cell three cells down. He had a white beard that led to his feet, strings of white hair upon his head, and wore tattered clothing. He reminded me of a hobo. I walked to the bars of the cell and said "hey Bradley." He replied with a "what." "Why do you work for my mother?" I asked. "Cause I can. What's it to you?" "Well I has just wondering if you could help us out and let us escape?" "Why would I do that?" He said. "Because if you do I promise you could escape with us and go to a better place instead of working for a woman who I better doesn't even say thank you about your deeds you do for her." I said. I saw in his eyes that he was convinced. "Alright." He said "I'll help you escape but it might be impossible cause their are guards everywhere." I turned to look at marshall as he put a knife in a corner of the cell. "You never know when we or anyone else might be in here." He said. Bradley unlocked the cell and we ran for the elevator. Marshall and I were in the elevator as we waited for Bradley. He was taking a while so I went back to see what he was doing. I wish I didn't. I really wish I didn't. I saw Bradley but the hobo guy was behind him. I tried to warn Bradley but it was too late. Tears stung my eyes everything was in slow motion. I saw the old man dancing and heard muffled laughing. Then he ran off I grabbed the knife marshall left a chased after him. I finally found him at a dead end he was cornered. He kept laughing and laughing it made me sick. I walked up to him a pressed him against the wall then I stabbed him. The thing was that he was bleeding to death and he laughed even louder. 'Psycho' I thought. I ran back to the elevator leaving the knife, the old man, and Bradley who died at the hands of a hobo. We went to the very last floor. As the elevator opened the place was crawling with guards. Marshall grabbed my hand and we raced to the exit. Guards chased us as we were getting closer to the doors. Red lights were flashing on and off and alarms were blaring. We pushed our way through the doors but as we reached out side guards were surrounding us. I'm really getting tired of being surrounded.
*Marshall POV*
I really hate these guys and I mean really really hate these guys. I did the only thing I could do and get away with it. My eyes flashed red and then back to their normal blue. The guards were confused. So then I bolted through them with Marcy at hand but things didn't go as planned. As I made it out Marcy on the other hand didn't. I turned around but the guards and Marcy were gone. I cursed under my breath. Now I have to go to the place I hate most, again. Screw you Crimson.
