13 June 2012
'Drakes Story'
"Lights out on two" Drake settled into his bunk for the night and felt under the mattress. He was relieved to feel the cold steel pipe with the sharpened down edges was still there. He pulled it out and examined his handy work smiling as he imagined the look on Jones face as he dealt out some rough justice of his own. He had it planned down to a tee. When the automatic bars opened in the morning the organized fight on the wing below would provide enough time and cover for Drake to get to Jones cell and rearrange his face with his crudely made prison shank that he had decided to call Lucy Lou.
'Drake' was muscle for hire on the outside world, a mountain of a man, with long thick curly brown hair with a battle scarred face that simply said "Don't mess with me" he also had sparkling green eyes that had made many a women go week at the knees. But it was his weakness for women that had gotten him a life sentence here in Locksley Prison, betrayed by the one he loved for a cusy life in the witness protection program, whilst he served life for murder.
An almighty boom shook the prison at three am. It was only a couple of minutes later that Drake heard the first cough. Before long, everyone on the wing was coughing. Drake got out of his bunk and pressed his head to the bars to try and see what was going on. When the coughing stopped as suddenly as it started. There was a few erie seconds of silence before the place went absolutely mental. Although Drake couldn't see in the cells he could hear the howls and screams and large bangs that sounded like furniture being thrown about. Drake pulled out Lucy Lou from under his mattress sat on his bunk and listened to the poor souls howling and screaming, waiting for the morning with a twisted grin on his face. "This is gonna be interesting" he thought to himself, he certainly was not wrong.
The prison doors are on a automatic timer and at six o'clock in the morning all the prison cell doors slid open. Drake had known all night something major had happened, he hadn't seen a single screw and the howling would have scared a lesser man than Drake half to death, but Drake had just sat there, tapping Lucy Lou on his knee waiting for this moment. As soon as the doors opened everyone came sprinting out of their cells with wild looks in their eyes. Drake. At first, took a step back into his cell, as madness erupted. This was no ordinary prison riot, this was bedlam. Muscle bound cons acting like wild animals. Attacking one another with such ferocity, biting and clawing like lions attacking prey.
It was the sight of Jones that snapped Drake out of his shock. Jones was sprinting towards his cell with blood covering his face, howling like a dog. Drake stood tall and roared a battle cry of his own, before he done what he had planned to do before all this started, he rearranged Jones face with Lucy Lou with an almighty smash into his face which he followed up with a heavy stamp on his neck to finish the job.
Drake fought his way to freedom through three floors of absolute madness that set his soul on fire. Lucy Lou was swinging from one deranged face to another with Drake looking almost as mad as the mad men he was being forced to fight. There was bodies everywhere scattered all over the prison and blood covering the walls, Drake only stopped once on his way to the exit, to take the keys off the screw who was lying on the floor without a face he also took his wallet, as they say "old habits die hard".
When Drake opened the gate of the prison to freedom he was covered from head to toe in blood. If he thought the prison was bad what greeted his eyes when he opened the gates was like hell on earth. Cars were upturned and on fire scattered all over the road. People were attacking each other in a mass bundle of arms and legs in the middle of the street. There were no sirens or flashing blue lights to be seen, just chaos. Drake stood at the gates of the prison with Lucy Lou in his hand and smiled at this apocalyptic scene playing out in front of him, as if he'd waited for this all his life, "I need a beer" he said to himself as he rolled a cigarette and walked towards what can only be described as a new world in front of him.
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