Ch. 4- Miles Away
Silence. Nothing but silence. For hours now, possibly a day at this point, Miles had been confined to his rather chilly, stony prison, which was a strange thing to have in a modernized educational facility, but he didn’t concern himself with that. Fortunately, food was brought to him every once in a while so he wouldn’t starve to death, but he wondered whether it would be a better idea to die due to malnourishment now, as opposed to being killed by later by what he could only presume was going to be painful, and for what, having had his hall pass shot by some corrupt monitor who happened to have it out for him. Not much he could do at this point, however. All of his technology had been removed from his person, along with any means of communication with his friends, who could be doing anything at this moment, and more likely than not, had more pressing issues at hand.
Fortunately, they allowed him to retain his attire, which consisted of an azure jacket that had the appearance of a robe, except with a rougher material used, and down the length of each arm were white zippers, though for what purpose he did not know. There were no zippers in the front, instead being replaced with holes that were connected via bronze links, though he only placed the top two chains where they belonged, with the others having been left behind at his workshop. A green radioactive symbol was on either side of his chest, though those had been placed there after the jacket was purchased. Underneath the jacket was a simple atomic tangerine orange shirt; nothing truly special about it, and basic, comfortable jeans that allowed him a wide range of movement, not that he actually did much exercise, which explained his scrawniness, though his intelligence more than made up for his lack of physical strength.
He heard footsteps beyond the metal door before him, two pairs to be precise, and they were approaching his cell, causing him to stand up to determine his visitors’ identities. Two monitors entered, stopping just before his door, and one entered, though there were cells separating the two, and the one that entered signaled for the one standing guard to leave, which he did so with pleasure. The one that remained was a girl with celadon hair tied in a ponytail and easily passed her shoulders. She dressed in a similar manner to Gwen, though the colors of black and white were inverted, and her gloves were a lighter shade of grey, though everything khaki colored remained the same.
“Alice?” he said rushing towards her. “I’m glad you’re safe, those thugs from the other day certainly weren’t friendly. Are you scratched, is everything working properly?”
“Everything seems to be functioning properly, but why are you here, Miles? They say you’ve become nothing but a common criminal now,” she said with genuine concern.
“You shouldn’t believe everything you hear, Alice. I was merely walking around the school with a hall pass given to me by Chuckles when one of them decides to shoot it, making it appear as if I never had one to begin with, and then he called for assistance when I refused to go along peacefully.”
“Do you know who it was?” she asked.
“No. Almost all of them wear masks; they’re not like you and Gwen. They don’t have the same luxuries that you get, but that doesn’t matter. I’m just glad you’re not hurt.”
The cell returned to its usual quietness as the two of them remained motionless, uncommunicative, and gazing at random spots on the walls, both knowing that they would have to part very soon, lest Alice receive punishment as well, considerably decreasing Miles’ chances of escaping alive. Miles averted his gaze towards the entrance, where he could see other monitors walking by, barely taking notice of him and the other prisoners who were yelling various profanities aimed at the passing people, unknowingly raising their chances of being convicted and sentenced to death, which was a fairly common punishment at the facility.
“You should leave. The longer you stay here, the more likely it is for you to be placed in here as well. Go tell my cousin or Geoffrey where I am, they’ll be able to get me out without much trouble.”
“Very well. Be careful, Miles.”
“You’re the one who needs to be careful,” said Miles as Alice closed the door behind her and he returned to his position on the floor, and began to sing, “And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon. Little boy blue and the man in the moon.”
Gwen, having long since become exhausted from doing nothing but relaxing, decided to begin patrolling the halls again, judging it to be a better use of her time than remaining stationary in a location that didn’t receive very many visitors, well at least not during the present time of day. Aside from the infrequent monitor passing by, the corridors were essentially vacant and dark, as the sun had set long ago, and, in an attempt to conserve energy, hardly any lights were left on at nighttime, and there were no perceptible sounds, save for her own footsteps, which made little sound to begin with. The lights barely managed to shine bright enough to bring out a somewhat transparent silhouette from the neighboring objects and Gwen, which suited Gwen perfectly, as she didn’t need to be as surreptitious in the dark. As she was walking relatively nonchalantly, Alice came walking hurriedly and bumped into Gwen, causing both to fall over, and both quickly pulled themselves up.
“Alice, where are you in such a hurry, and at so late at night? Your shift is over, correct?”
“Yes, but there’s something you should know,” whispered Alice, with some uncertainty bleeding through.
“And what is that?” inquired Gwen, mildly intrigued.
“Miles has been taken prisoner,” answered Alice somewhat bluntly.
“What?” Gwen nearly yelled. “Why? Has he hurt somebody? Has he committed a crime? Did he kill somebody… again?”
Alice did a speedy scan of the vicinity to determine whether anyone had heard Gwen’s shouting, but the coast seemed to be clear, so she decided to let Gwen’s yelling pass without castigation this time. Gwen also appeared to have realized her mistake and swiftly covered her mouth with her hands, despite the fact that she had already said what she was going to say, which made her current action fairly pointless.
“You do realize that that was in self defense, right?” Alice asked doubtfully.
“The point is that he killed someone, and if he did it once, it can happen again, but I never thought I would see the day when he would take up the knife again for evil,” remarked Gwen, expressing disappointment in Miles.
“Must I tell you again that it was in self defense? Regardless of what he has done in the past, he was set up this time.”
“What do you mean?”
“Someone destroyed his hall pass and proceeded to tell the others that he was just another truant.”
“He doesn’t know, as he was wearing a mask,” Alice reported.
“Damn… Where are the others when you need them?”
“I believe that I might be able to lead us to them,” said Alice.
“In that case, let us leave at once. The more time we waste now, the less time Miles has to live,” she said as she began to follow behind Alice.
The light from the screen had long passed, and the three of them walked quietly down the shadowy corridor, which was dark because the light from the electric torches did little to help light the way, mostly due to the fact that the light originating from the bulbs that pointed straight up, with very little light being reflected back at the ground below. The paths divided three times already, and nobody could recall which direction they traveled in and when they were there, but at the same time, they didn’t care, and were merely trying to avoid arriving at the same location again. More grass penetrated the ground’s surface, though the patch in this region appeared to be bluer in color and generally brighter in color.
Each of them possessed basically the same expression, which consisted of a combination between annoyance, frustration, and gladness, though they didn’t have any real reason to be glad. In the distance, lodged in the wall, were the skeletal remains of a clown that quite possibly died of starvation, but his head protruded from the walls, with his colorful wig still in place on his head, as was the rubber nose, and his lower torso buried deep within the cold stone. The trio nearly passed it, but did a double take the moment they noticed it.
“This makes no sense, at all,” said Mackwell, who had quickly grown tired of idiocy.
“I guess that’s what he gets for clowning around,” said Thomas, snickering.
“Shut up Thomas,” said the others with a lack of enthusiasm.
“Hey, what’s that,” said Thomas, pointing to the corner of the hall, which was apparently a dead end.
“It looks like some sort of panel,” Ferrik remarked.
“More like an exit,” said Mackwell, rushing towards the ladder leading up to the panel.
Before Mackwell could reach for the lever to open the floor, it moved on its own, and a face came out wearing a tyrian purple beret, with a fern green feather on the side. He had black hair and green eyes, and was wearing a navy blue suit with an asparagus green vest. Tan laceless shoes covered his feet, and they were in near perfect condition, despite having been worn every day for the past three years.
“Ferrik. Mackwell. Is that you? What are you guys doing down here?”
“Geoffrey, are we underneath your lab right now?” asked Ferrik.
“Yeah. I’ve been trying to see if there was a way underground since I first starting hearing footsteps down there. How long has this place been down here?” asked Geoffrey.
“Beats me,” said Mackwell. “I barely found out about it three days ago, and I only went in twice since I first discovered it.
“Oh. Well, what are you guys doing down there?” inquired Geoffrey.
“Escaping. Can we come up?” asked Ferrik, approaching the ladder and kicking off the dirt and water that had clustered on the bottom of his shoes.
“I suppose. Just hurry up. If anyone has been stalking you, I don’t want them to find out about this place. It took long enough just to make it, I don’t want it ruined by some monitor.”
The three of them climbed the ladder into the cool, brightly lit room that hurt their eyes.
--------------------------------That Cat's In The Cradle thing is just a joke. I might remove it later, but yay. Three new characters.
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