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One Way Out - Chapter 5

After I got out of that changing room, there was only one thing on my mind: "When were they going to get me, and how?" What I'd just seen in those showers was enough to make me wanna get the fuck out of here at the first chance I got. Even if the results might end up with me having to spend the rest of my life as a cripple, it seemed as though anywhere would be better than that hell-hole.

I then began to make my way to the mess hall, along with the other inmates in my unit. Each of us had a different expression. Some were trying to be optimistic - with small, yet clearly confounded beams on their faces - But others, including me, were the complete opposite.

To be honest, our faces showed an expression so glum, we might need plastic surgery to remove it off of our faces.

As we re-entered the cell hall, we could see some guards giving us stares, but the second that they caught a glimpse of our faces, they shot grins and smug smirks at us, seemingly revelling in our misery. One warden even chuckled upon seeing us, as if we were a source of amusement to him.

I could hear one of the wardens shout at us: "Ha! Did you enjoy the shower, you freaks!?" If I didn't have an escort beside me with a gun in his grasp, I would have pounced on the prick and make him eat those words.

But as soon as I shot a scowl at the warden who said that horrific remark, the escort beside me slapped me across the face and directed me forward. "Pay attention, you retard!" he shouted, almost oblivious to what the other warden had said.

My thoughts were still flowing wildly throughout my body by the time our group had managed to arrive into the dingy, dull cafeteria. It was pretty much like the rest of the prison, a dull, grey place with no memorable bits of eye candy. It was just a bunch of tables and benches, and a long line of people waiting to get whatever inedible slop that the cooks are serving us today.

We soon joined the line, and noticed that many of the larger pokémon cut through first, shoving the smaller pokémon aside. But these smaller pokémon barely reacted to it, almost like they encouraged it.

In particular, a Blastoise way in front of us roughly yet carelessly shoved a Chespin out of the way, who clattered into one of the tables and fell over in a heap. But the grass-type just got up after a few seconds and went to the back of his group, looking rather dejected. But his march of shame attracted many laughs from the larger pokémon of that group, loving the dominance no doubt. His reward? Just some inedible gruel.

However, this was not the case in our group, as we were seemingly too nervous to even think about pushing and shoving others out of the way just to get our grubby mitts some horrifying culinary abortion. To some, it might have sounded amusing to hear, but to us, it was the sanest thing to do at the time.

And soon, we approached the counter, got our food, and that was that. Well, besides finding a table that wouldn't result in being bait for anyone interested in that sort of thing... Upon noticing a spot on a table, with some medium-sized pokémon, and one large one, I decided that this was the best table, and walked over.

To my surprise, the large pokémon - A Nidoking to be precise - shot me a rather welcoming smile as I approached the tabled, and even dusted off the spot next to him. My surprise was intensified when he opened his mouth. "Hey, kid! You wanna take a seat here?" he asked in a welcoming manner. It actually sounded genuine, as well!

Not wanting to turn down such an opportunity, I did as he told, and slowly took the seat after resting the plastic tray of hard biscuits and dry gravy down on the table. As I looked to each pokémon on the table, two Nidorinos, one Gabite, and a shiny Charmeleon greeted me. One of the Nidorinos actually shot a bright beam in my direction.

"Uh, thank you Mister uh..." I went to thank tor Nidoking, who only smiled and interrupted my thanks.

"Heh, no need to be so formal! Call me Nico!" He said in a bright, happy manner. Which was quite unusual for a pokémon like him. I then decided to return the favour. "I'm Vito, nice to meet you, Nico!" I said optimistically for the first time that morning.

He then drew out his purple, brittle paw and it didn't take two seconds for me to accept it and shake it, confirming the foundation of a new acquaintanceship. I then focused my attention on the rest of the group, and Nico pretty much filled me in on who they were.

"This here's Marcel," he said as he pointed to the Gabite.

He then pointed to the rather burly Nidorino next to him, "That's Matt,"

Then he pointed to the other Nidorino, who surprisingly wore some thin glasses, but I guess they worked due to his petite size. "There's Nathan,"

And finally, he pointed to the grey Charmeleon, "And that's Delrin."

After this, I noticed that after each introduction, each either gave me a friendly wave, or a slight smile. At last, I had found something that at least _looked_like a friendly enough group! I was just hoping to Arceus that it wasn't some ploy...

"Nice to meet you all." I said to all of them, and then their smiles became clearly visible, like a Swanna in a flock of Murkrows, and for the first time in a while, I felt like I was safe! After telling them all my name, they all nodded in acknowledgement and one after one, they began to talk.

"So Vito," Matt asked me, his eyes seemed to be full with wonder. "How long have you been in this place?"

"Uh... Well, I arrived here yesterday." I told him, and the large Nidorino let out a small chuckle and smirked. "Ah... I thought you were new here. You seemed a bit unsure on where you wanted to go." What? Had he been watching me the second I arrived in this room?

However, I didn't call Matt upon this presumption, and just nodded at him. "Y-Yeah, this place is like a huge maze... Well... if it weren't for the guards, of course..." I think my nervous tone showed, as the Nidorino raised an eye slightly, and responded:

"Heh, those guards pushed about, huh?" I asked, and I immediately assumed my 'defensive' stance, which just consisted of a slightly raised voice and more stuttering...

"H-Hey! I-I'm NOT weak! They don't push me around, they're just assholes!" I protested back, not wanting to make myself more vulnerable than I already was in this nightmare asylum.

But Matt... he just kept smiling. "Yeah, I agree, they are assholes. Nico and the rest of us hate the guards with a burning passion. We usually pass the time by coming up with our nicknames for them." Upon the mention of nicknames, I became interested.

"Nicknames? What sort of nicknames?" I asked the Nidorino, curious as to know what they exactly had to say about the ever-so-lovely guards I had gotten to know quite well in such a short time.

Upon hearing this, he just grinned and then stared at the rest of the group. It was about a minute before they all returned the grins, and the Shiny Charmeleon opened his mouth for the first time, and a rather feminine voice for a male came out. "For the guy who guards the exit over there," he then pointed a claw at the exit, where a Scizor was standing guard with a club in hand. "We call him Filthy Scissors."

"Filthy Scissors?" I asked, somewhat confused about the name of it.

"Yeah... Rumour has it that this guy's personal hygiene is uh... not the best, Y'know the sort that never washes his hands, follows the five second rule... And plus the fact that his hands are like scissors, and there you have Filthy Scissors!" he proclaimed, with the last part being exclaimed in a rather happy manner.

To be honest, it was quite a humorous nickname for that type of Pokémon, and it did cause me to grin slightly. This continued for about ten minutes, with names coming to me such as "Rotor-Ass", Ned the Pig" and many other crude names that got a few titters and grins out of me.

But soon, the conversation turned to more uh... personal matters... To be honest it felt a little bit like an Alcoholics Anonymous session. Except instead of talking about alcohol and what it's done to us, we were talking about how we ended up in the slammer.

Nico was the first to speak, seeing as how he was the de facto leader of this group. He stood up out of his seat and declared: "My name's Nico Richter," Cue a chorus of "Hello Nico" from the group - including me - and soon the Nidoking let a grin surface on his face as he continued talking. "I am inmate 234, and have been in here five years for armed robbery, and I have to serve five more." and with that, he sat down. It was quite satirical.

Next up was Nathan. The spectacle-wearing Nidorino slowly got up and cast a cheeky smile to to the group, before saying in a rather Cajun accent: "My name's Nathan Blake," this was followed by a half-hearted, unison greeting of "Hello Nathan" from the group. This time, I couldn't hold in my feelings. I covered my mouth and giggled as silently as I could, but the poison type saw it, and couldn't help but giggle himself.

After regaining his composure, Nathan continued. "Ah'm inmate 299, Ah've been here for a year and a half, and Ah'm servin' a five year sentence for assaultin' a guy who was tryin' to hit on mah sis, jus' cuz I was protectin' her from some sleeze!" and after that, he shot a smile at everyone, and sat back down. This was getting more and more funny by the minute.

Next, it was Delrin's turn, and the Shiny fire-type got up, with a rather nervous smile on his face. "Uh... H-Hey, guys... my name's Delrin Starkington." And then, _another_chorus of "Hello Delrin", and soon we were onto our third case.

"Uh... I-I'm Inmate 767... I've b-been here for two months... I'm here for assaulting a p-police officer... I'll b-be here for another 12 y-years..." Hmm... This guy sounded way too nervous for me to be convinced that he could be capable of attacking an officer... Something was fishy about it, but at the time, it didn't really bother me. And after a rather awkward moment of silence, the Grey Charmeleon sat down, and up came Matt.

The slightly pudgy Pokémon near-immediately stood up and cast a wide smile in our direction. "I'm Matt Bohater, I'm inmate 500, and I've been here for five years as well, about a month after Nico came, to be precise... I'm here for another 10 years, and my personal sin is that of money laundering; I basically emptied the bank account of some uppity fuckwit who fired me from a good job, all because I didn't agree with his methods of handling things!" Heh, he hadn't even let the group do their chorus!

But nonetheless it was simple enough, and this had caused me to form an idea in my head, that idea would mean that Matt might be the brains of this clique... But soon, I found the brawn of the group, in the form of Marcel.

He stood up and gave a rather icy smirk to everyone before beginning. "My name is Marcel LaMonde," and this time, the chorus of "Hello, Marcel" DID come in, albeit a bit more disorganised than beforehand. But Marcel did not react to this, and only responded by speaking in a rather cold and grey voice: "I have been here for seven years. I am inmate 133. I will probably spend the rest of my life here. Why, you might ask? Well... Because I'm a murderer," at this point, my muscles and bowels contracted with a new level of fear. Good Arceus... That escalated drastically...

But the Gabite kept talking in a cold manner, but still retained that smile. "I basically saw him harassing others, and I went to teach him a lesson. But I supposedly went too far, and now I've got a 99 year sentence for Murder in the third degree or some nonsense like that." Damn... Marcel was becoming more and more of a guy that you'd be scared to be left on an island with... But his actions are... questionable to say the least...

But by the time I looked back at him, and soon, I realised that it was my turn to speak. For some unknown reason, my feet seemed to be cemented to the ground, almost as if they were... afraid! What was I supposed to do?

But after a few seconds, after some internal struggles, my legs finally gave way and I managed to slowly stand up, my face racked with a nervous expression. Would they laugh? Would they kick me out? My mind was just focused on how they might react!

Oh Mew... What do I do...?

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So that's the end of Chapter 5 of One Way Out! I'm sorry if you might've found this chapter to be lacking in terms of... action... But I'll be sure to make up for this! Don't forget to tell me what you think by leaving a review, and don't forget to give constructive criticism!

Until next time, PokeCJG out! ^_^