The loud clanging of the gates made him sit up immediately, he had a swift dream, he could barely remember the details, it was something about a cliff, he could remember seeing sarah.
oh yes! he could remember seeing sarah hanging off a cliff, he had attempted to save her and she had taken him down with her instead.The loud clanging on the prison cell made him open his eyes again, he looked at the opposite cell of the room, the old man sat there, bent over like he was a scribbling something on a piece of paper.Marshall stood at the gate, looking at them suspiciously."suspension time is up! we're returning you back to your cell.""hope you learn to be on your best behaviors boy!" Marshall grunted loudly as he watched Alex drag himself off the ground.The old man stood up and walked over to the gate, he whispered in Marshall's ears and handed the paper to him.Alex walked to the gate as he watched the old man scruffle back to his corner."Take care of yourself chap, good luck." The old man whispered to Alex as he walked outside the undergroundcell, heading to the buzz of the upper cells.Alex knew he'd need more than that to survive all what was to come.****TWO YEARS LATER……The prison arena chimed with loud explosive noises as the prisoners cheered on the fighters, in the recently announced annual fighting competition.The winner would get to be under the protection of Argon the leader of the revolutionary gang,the biggest gang in the prison.The prison had had quite a revolutionary change in the last few years.some called it the rise of Argon.Many who had heard his story had said that he had come into the prison as a nerd and after an encounter with the devil he sold his soul to be the leader of the biggest gang of one of the toughest prisons in the country.His name was spread across all prisons.many didn't know who Argon met the night he was taken down to the Eastern underground cell as punishment, everyone who offended in prison always got taken to the western and not the Eastern.Many believed, anyone who was taken to the Eastern were either taken to be killed or used for something else.In the stories that had spread, Argon had been taken there after he had been in a series of fights, he survived the night and when he came back he had a new fire in his eyes, he trained tirelessly everyday.The highlight of his journey to the top came when his former cell mate tried to harass him again and Argon had knocked the man unconscious.Some days after, the man came back with his gang of almost ten men and they locked themselves in the cell with Argon so as to not be interrupted by wardens.But yet, only Argon made it out of the cell alive, no other man was left standing when he walked out of the cell.As the weeks had passed, Argon got many more suspensions and he made the Eastern underground cell his home, he always went there all alone and coming out looking beastly.He became a force on his own, a threat for other gangs and affiliations.In no time, he created his own loyal following.***The crowd began to cheer as Argon stepped out to view the annual contest he created.He stepped out looking majestic as he smiled to the crowd.He wasn’t a male model but he could have been. The lush, molten jet black hair hair with a few stray strands resting on his well shaped forehead, he groomed his hair so carefully that it had a rippling quality, a sign of his rude health. His only blemish was that he was beetle-browed and they sometimes knitted in frustration,which could be fixed if he got a good trim.The aquiline nose he sported complemented his prominent cheekbones. Handsome in an understated way, his basalt jaw and Spartan shoulders spoke of strength. He possessed a latent, leonine power and always walked with purpose and authority.many people had always remarked that his best feature was his entrancing, wayfarer-blue eyes. Sloe shaped, they could shine as bright as the evening stars when they were a-light with joy. At other times, they could resemble two liquid-blue pools of flashing fire. Flamboyant of character, the room always filled with his sonorous, rumbling voice. He was also quick to crack a joke or fire off a humorous retort. His rakish clothes were a source of amusement to some, not least because they emanated an herbal smell.****Alex sat down as he watched the crowd cheer him on.He wondered if he actually wanted to leave prison now, he had built a name for himself, he was a better version of himself, coming out of prison would mean he had to start from zero again.Laury, the old man had been talking about his daughter trying to reopen his case for him but now he wasn't sure if he wanted to leave prison.He had everything he wanted, he was like a king in here, he was strong, smart, feared, loved, the wardens even liked him.He had brought the prison to order, everything had been moving smoothly for. a year of two and it was all because of him.He wasn't even watching the fight they had going on as he thought about all his progress in the last few years, that was when he smelt it.Smoke! something was burning, he looked around, only a few people were noticing it, the rest were too busy enjoying the fight.The smoke was getting thicker, a loud explosion followed, shaking the entire building from the floor.Alex could see the horrified looks on the men around him as they all began to run helter skelterThe walls began to crack as the flames became visible, the room was full of screams, grown men screams.The smoke thickened as Alex ran, trying to find his way to the Easter underground cell.Everyone was running to the main gates, even the wardens.Alex ran towards the Eastern underground cell, pushing through the crowd as he ran, he had to get to the old man first before the smoke got to him.Another loud explosion shook the entire building again, the building was falling apart, it was collapsing on them all.Alex looked towards the main gate, the building there had collapsed on all the prisoners and wardens who had ran there to escape.His eyes seared with pain as the smoke thickened and debris sprayed all over his body.He turned around the corner as he ran through the maze of prison cells.Another loud explosion, this time it sprayed debris and a few rocks all over his body, he knew he was going to die in the building if he didn't hurry.The doorway had collapsed!Laury was shut inside the building, he hadn't been fast enough to get to him.The building vibrated dangerously again, more debris sprayed from the cracked ceiling.The temperature of the hallway had risen,sweat trickled down his back as thick smoke filled the passageway and had begun to choke him.Alex knew time was running.If he didn't act fast he could also get killed in the fire.He heard his name!it was faint but he was sure he heard his name.He ran towards the direction he had heard his name from.He heard it again!it was fairly loud this time, he made a sharp turn into a smaller hallway, the fire here was thicker, he could see the old man, he was trapped in the middle of the fire.He looked at Alex, Alex could see the fear in his eyes.Alex looked at the darkened roof as it vibrated dangerously, debris pouring into his eyes, the building was falling apart.The smoke was too thick and it stung his eyes. He looked at the old man again, the flames were not near him yet, it would take a while for it to get near him, meaning he still had time to get a wet blanket or something to beat the flames and smoke with.Alex turned around, he had to run back through where he came from in search of a wet blanket, time wasn't on his side.He heard a loud rumble, a louder one following the first.The ceiling was collapsing already!He was halfway down the hall already, Alex rushed down the hallway back to the old man, the ground behind him giving way as the ceiling collapsed chasing him and he ran.He grabbed the old man's arm and pulled him into what appeared to be a hallway closet“Al—?” he couldn’t get another word out, as Alex's big hand clamped over his mouth. His muscular arms held him tight and the look in his eyes told him h
In his life,Alex had done many crazy things but this was the craziest.The air was cold against his face as he leaped into the air, the building crumbling and going up in flames behind him. The hard ground came rushing at him. Unable to stop the momentum, he lifted his leg to take the brunt of the impact.A roar erupted from his chest as his whole body connected with the solid hard ground, pain splintered through his body, especially his leg. He had angled his body so his legs could take the fall and held his hands tight around his head as he crashed to the floor.Everything went dark.*****With every ounce of strength she had left Joanne tried to hold herself together, Marshall had called her late last night telling her about the fire at the prison, she had rushed here, driving all through the night and here she was, in Marshall's cramped up apartment, Marshall was lucky, he wasn't on shift last night but immediately he heard of the fire he had rushed straight to the prison.He had
He had taken some of the drugs he found on the cabinet and he felt better.He watched her eyes blink several times.She didn't look worried but he knew he still had to put her at ease.“No one knows what happened to me. It’s all over the news that a lot of us were killed in that explosion." Alex said as he motioned towards the black couch. " Yeah, you guys don't have much time.I'll call them to set the record straight,” Marshall chipped in.Alex glanced over at him, he looked like he was prepared for whatever storm was coming“What—what would happen if they get hold of you? or if they know I'm with you?” She twisted her hands in her lap, starting to look very nervous.Alex shook his head firmly and she relaxed a little in her seat. “We shouldn't be worrying about that, we should be preparing to leave here before twelve.once it's twelve, every of the city's exits would be shut."“What did the police say?” She leaned closer to his chair as she asked Marshall,who stood across the room
Joanne walked into the dark room and felt around for a light switch. When the room flooded with light, she gasped. It was full of tall shelves stocked with everything from flashlights to rubber hoses. She almost tripped over her backpack as she started walking the aisles. Why would Marshall have all this stuff? Who was he? How did Alex know him?Taking the bag, she started walking the aisles, grabbing a flashlight, grabbing a handful of batteries, a box of matches, and other basic items. When she reached the back, her bag was heavy with stuff she thought she’d need. She’d spent four years in the Brownies growing up and knew what it took to go camping.She spotted a small silver box on the top shelf and took it down. Inside was a silver .45. She reached in and felt its weight, knowing she had to make room in her bag. She grabbed a box of bullets and before placing the gun in the small side pocket of the bag, she made sure it was unloaded. Her father had forced her to take gun classes a
Alex walked at a steady pace as he watched the back of Joanne’s dark head. She defiantly fit in to the crowd. a few heads turned when she walked down the street and men had seemed to fall aside with their tongues wagging. At least that’s what he imagined. She had that effect on men, kind of like the coyote in the cartoons when steam shot out of its ears, and its eyes did the slot machine spin.Okay, so it wasn’t that bad. If he wanted to be totally honest, that’s the way he’d felt when he’d first seen her. She’d walked across the room in a hot red outfit even though she looked sad, he’d lost control of his wits. Not only had his temperature risen, well … he shook his head and cleared the image from his mind.They’d been walking for almost an hour and already he could tell she was slowing down. So far they hadn’t run into any trouble. When Joanne stumbled, he reached out and took her arm. She yanked it free and glared at him. He smiled at her in return, which only caused her to frown.
Joanne was going to kill him. They were on hour five of their ‘small trek’, as he’d called it, and not only were her feet killing her, she was sure she’d sweat more fluids than she had taken in, or weighed, for that matter. He’d never told her they were going to be hiking through the jungle at top speeds. If he had, she would have told him where to go and how to get there.“Arg… Alex.” She corrected herself. “I have to stop.”“Shhh!” He’d been acting strange for the last half a mile. She had a few rocks in her boots and needed a moment to use the nearest tree.Her shirt was sticking to her skin, and she wanted nothing more than to remove it and toss it aside. But the bugs were so bad under the canopy of the trees, she didn’t want any new bites on exposed skin. Looking at the back of his head, she realized he wasn’t fighting any bugs off.“Alex, I need to stop.” She thought this name suited him better than Argon. He turned and looked at her, his eyes burrowing into hers. She tried very
Alex watched Joanne across the small space as she slept. He’d sat across from her last night at Marshall’s and watched her, much like he was doing now. She slept like he’d dreamed of doing for years, like the whole world had dropped off and she had no cares.He knew the hike had been hard on her. Hell, it had been hard on him, but he was used to being uncomfortable and tired. He’d done it all his adult life and had no plans of letting up any time soon. He liked helping people out and working with his buddies from his time in the Connery corps. He was very glad that he and Marshall had patched up their relationship. He’d been his best friend for the last year. Alex had hated knowing the man was not around to call when he got in a tight spot.But above everything else about his current life, Alex liked the danger and the thrills he got when he outmaneuvered his opponents. It was like a game to him. He’d always been good at it. When he was a kid, he’d played paintball wars with all his f
* * *Joanne felt the cold stone on her back and Alex’s breath on her neck. She wouldn’t regret this move. She’d always taken what she’d wanted and she’d wanted him. Especially after walking out of the cave and seeing him standing naked under the water. She would have had to be a saint not to want to jump him. His muscles were impressive in clothes, but bare, she just wanted to lick him up and down.As she felt his breathing slow, she knew he was going to be pissed at her for maneuvering him so easily. She’d never seduced someone like that before and she felt liberated in doing so. Actually, she wanted to do it again, but doubted they had the time or could spare the energy.Her hands felt a few small scars on his back that she’d seen the other night when she’d been following him. Reaching down, she ran her hand over the larger one along the lower part of his spine.“How did you get this?” she asked as he held himself still."in prison?" she asked again.“Hmm. I should have been lookin