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One Way Out - Chapter 7

IMPORTANT NOTICE FOR ALL MY READERS: As the year rolls into May, the exams will be coming up, and I will have to dedicate most of my time to studying. This will most likely affect how quickly this fanfic is updated, but I will still be working it when I have the time. It'll be like this until late June, when the last of my exams takes place. Sorry if this upsets you, but please stay tuned! I'll make it worth your patience!

Anyways, on with the fic!

And after that, we pretty much sprinted the entire way down the dank, and grey hallway, upon realising that we needed to be back for Evening Roll Call, or else we'd probably have to deal with the officers again...

Fortunately, I had an advantage which would come to good use in the prison... I had a decent stamina. I could probably run half a mile and not lose my breath.

So when me and Marcel had to sprint our way back to the cells before roll call, well, I have to admit it was easier than I thought it'd be. Even though Marcel wasn't as fast as me, I always gave a glance behind me to make sure that the Gabite was keeping up, as I didn't want to leave my new friend behind.

But whilst me and Marcel were hurrying our sorry asses to the cell hall, I couldn't help but shift my mind towards what had happened to both Delrin, but also that poor Grumpig who had been subjected to such abominable and dehumanising treatment in the showers by those pack of horny, deranged psychopaths.

And speaking of that... I have to fill Kaz in how my first day was... Seeing as how we don't see each other from dawn until dusk. But how will the cell-mate of mine react? I didn't really know the guy... Yet... at the same time I felt like he was my best friend! What was going on with my mind?!

But getting back on topic, me and Marcel had noticed that the claustrophobic feel of the small hallway was finally starting to let up, as the walls got less narrow, and we were given more space, and to be honest, some guards couldn't help but stare at us in bewilderment, most likely wondering what in the blue hell we were doing. But before they could call us on this, we were already ahead of them by several metres.

Marcel seemed to notice the officers' futile attempts to stop us, and couldn't help but titter at how fast we were going. Putting just normal type officers into a rather empty room was a rather foolish decision on the warden's behalf. We could pretty much run wherever we wanted, and they'd never catch us in a month of Sundays.

But soon a bright light enveloped us, and nearly took us aback as we realised we were finally in the Cell Hall, and several Pokémon were seemingly making their back to their cells in time for the roll call. To be honest, I hadn't realised how dim the lights of that hallway had been in comparison to the ones in the hall! And that was accompanied by the sunset visible off of the walls.

As we noticed the red bell ring above us, I turned to face the Gabite, and we nodded at each other, bidding goodbye until the next time we would lay eyes on each other. And to be honest, I was eager for that time to come, as he seemed to have more to him than what met the eye. I made my way up the rather steep stairway, and upon reaching the second floor, I noticed that fucking Haxorus standing outside his cell, with a big grin plastered on his face.

It affected me in a worse manner than you might expect, as I realised that I HAD to walk past his cell in order to get on my own. Even if I refused, the guards' would most definitely shove me in the right direction, hence making me look weak and as a consequence, I'd probably be top priority on his to-do list.

But eh, I decided to grin and bear it, and soon I took my eyes off of the dragon-type, and just decided to march forward, trying not to show any form of emotion in the sight of the perverted pokémon, and my mind was just praying to Arceus that I'd get back to my cell in one, piece, and hopefully I'd have Kaz standing there, waiting to greet me.

As I slowly began my walk, I could hear the Haxorus let out a rather twisted snicker, before muttering something supposedly in my direction. However, I was never able to decipher what he said, and probably never will. But in a rather unusual way, I actually got the idea that no matter how distorted it may have sounded, the message was most likely one of absolute malice.

And cue more snickering from Slick Mick after he stopped mumbling. This prick was getting more and more unlikeable by the nanosecond. But I dare not say that to his face in earshot of those guards... They probably had him in their good books due to that business in the shower. I could remember him bribing one of the guards into getting out... So chances are, he was pretty popular amongst the screws.

But things soon took a turn in a more favorable direction when I noticed a certain royal blue Samurott standing outside of my cell with a rather patient smile on his face. Upon seeing this smile, I ended up casting a long beam out of sheer instinct.

He noticed this and his grin grew ever wider and he offered a spot next to him. I, of course, accepted it and joined Kaz next to me. "Hey there, Vito!" He greeted me in his usually happy-go-lucky voice, and I returned the favour with a more optimistic tone in my reply.

"Hey there, Kaz! I'm glad to see you!" My voice didn't lie. Finally, I had some closure on this eventful, but mostly horrid day. Just seeing a familiar face was enough to wash away the benign thoughts plaguing my mind, even if it was just for a few minutes or if I'm lucky, a few hours.

But before he could respond, I noticed several dozen guards marching in near-sync out of the corridor below us adjacent to where we were standing. We heard a couple of them clattering their way up the metallic stairs, and as soon as they arrive they immediately started scanning each cell, of each row, of each floor.

And then they just went in and started ransacking every single cell, throwing the mattresses, bedsheets, even some stuff on the shelves onto the floor with both their mitts and in others, they just used their batons. I then noticed the unusually-thin Emboar throwing everything in our cell to the floor, and trying to search for something.

"Uh... What are they doing?" I asked the Water-type, making sure that I didn't gain the attention of the guards.

Kaz kepts his face forward, but cast his shiny ruby eyes in my direction, and gave me a little session on what these guys were up to. "They're checking for contraband.Y'know... Drugs, booze, knives, weapons... Stuff like that. There's plenty of hiding places in a cell, and the screws need to frisk and weed out every single place where they might be lurkin'."

That session pretty much covered what the guards were doing. Soon the Emboar assigned to our cell came out and nodded at us. "Nothing banned in there. Well, except for some books with suspicious names. But nothing to fret about... Keep it up, you two." The officer sounded quite tired, as if he'd been doing this sort of thing all day long. That said... There were other wings, so it's possible...

But others weren't so lucky. One Sceptile discovered that an inmate below me had a penknife hidden in his cell. "What's THIS?!" He confronted the inmate responsible for owning it, which upon glancing further downward was revealed to be a Zangoose, who was both slightly burlier and taller than I was. But he seemed a tiny bit more timid, as he started shaking upon the discovery of the knife.

"Uh... I-It's nothing, sir! I-I was holding it f-for a friend!" he cried out upon the Sceptile approaching with it, but it was clear that the officer wasn't buying it for a single second. "Oh... Holding it for a _friend,_I see? You mean you're holding it for the ones that DON'T EXIST!?" this retort was enough to cause the Zangoose to shake and shiver even more.

"I-I'm sorry sir! I'm t-tellin' the truth, honest!" The Zangoose pleaded with the officer, and the Sceptile just cocked his head at him before he put the blade away, and slowly approached him. He then gave a rather twisted grin to the unfortunate inmate, and pulled him out of eyesight, before I heard a bit of weight hit the Zangoose in the gut, judging by the rather subdued volume of the blow connecting.

I then heard more and more blows connect - plus some discomforted cries and yelps from the Cat Ferret Pokémon - and ultimately, a loud clanging sound which sounded like he'd been thrown into the cell door. The bitter Sceptile then told the victim of his abuse: "You're on report for possessing a weapon with the ability to harm. Now get your ass up, or I'll force you up!" I could then hear the Sceptile burst out cackling before walking away. "Your PIG of a cell-mate will be back in an hour or two, by the way." ...Was he talking about that Grumpig who had been sodomized and beaten?

I then shot a rather concerned frown at Kaz, who returned the same thing. "Dude... Don't worry too much. He knew the risks for carrying those sort of things." But this still bothered me. His story could've been true... There was always a possibility of such a story actually happening, and you could never truly rule it out.

"B-But still... did he really deserve to get beaten up like that?" I sympathetically asked the Samurott, but he could only shake his head in response and just whispered amicably to me:

"Well... I can't say that I agree with what that guard did, but chances are, he doesn't give a shit about what us inmates think of his behaviour." Damn it... Why did he have to be right about everything?!

Soon our attention was shifted to a rather loud sound coming from the same corridor from which the officers had came from, and soon four officers came out, but for some weird reason they were wielding shotguns.. But then I noticed something that nearly made my heart melt.

I saw the Grumpig who had been battered earlier that day, slowly moving along, looking extremely exhsuated, and his belly seemed to be extruding outward. One officer barked at him: "Move, you fucking pig!" and another officer roughly shoved him forward with his shotgun, but the poor guy fell over in a heap, as he hadn't really anticipated the sudden attack.

But they gave him no sympathy and another guard bellowed at him: "Do you expect me to carry you?! GET YOUR FAT ASS INTO THAT CELL!" And he then shoved him upward, and tightly held the Manipulate Pokémon by the neck in a choke-hold, and he led the swine towards the same cell where that Zangoose was situated.

But I could hear him crying out: "Please! I don't belong here! I wanna go home!" But these words did no good in generating the slightest of sympathies from the guards, who just ignored him and shoved him into the cell, where I could hear a resounding thud boom out, follows by a distressed squeal. What the fuck was wrong with this place?!

Kaz then gave a wide stare at the chaos that was occurring right in front of him. He then gave me a look of pure shock and disbelief. I simply returned that look.

But before either of us could say something, the Emboar guard in front of us prodded me with the baton he clenched in his right hand. "Okay you two, into that cell and get those clothes off! Lights out in a few minutes."

Ugh... This again? I don't really see the point in taking off these jumpsuits just because we're going to bed! Is it really that necessary to clean it so many times in a week?! Nonetheless, did we really have a choice?

But of course, Kaz obeyed the Emboar's orders without question, and again he was as naked as the day he was fucking born. I of course, was a bit reluctant, but soon a rather annoyed glare by the fire-type made me decide that I had to speed up or probably get beaten up again. But eh, at least I got a rather amused grin from the guard, and then he closed the cell door on us and walked off, finally letting us be, albeit naked.

But to be honest, it wasn't something I really found repellent. Firstly, it was due to my mind being focused on what the fuck had happened with that Grumpig, and whether I'd see that clique in the mess hall again. Speaking of which, I wonder how Delrin's holding up... But soon something snapped me out of forethought.

Kaz tapped me on my back and turned me around, and I got a second glimpse of the well-chiselled body of the blue otter, complete with a slim figure, and adorned with muscles that you could probably grate cheese on.

He saw me gawking at his pecs and just chuckled before telling me: "Hey, Vito! First thing... Eye contact!" and with that, he pointed to his eyes and tapped my forehead, which caused me to blush ever-so-slightly.

Fortunately he didn't notice, and just tapped me on the shoulder. "So I noticed you've made a few friends in your short time here! Good job! It took ME a fortnight to get the closest thing I called a friend in this place!" Aw, that was nice of him to say... Wait, how did he know this?!

"Uh, and you knew this how?" I asked him inquiringly, really bewildered at how he knew, as I didn't recall seeing him in that mess hall!

Kaz... He just smirked in his usual manner at me, and told me: "Heh, I got my sources, besides, I had a pretty good view of your table, but you never saw me!" Nyeh... Never saw that one coming...

"Oh... I-I see..." I replied, almost at a total loss for words. Then I heard a shout from outside, presumably from the warden.

"Okay, light's out! All you animals get to bed!" and by cell by cell, the lights started to cut out, and eventually after about twenty seconds, the light in our cell cut out, and we were left in total darkness after a few more seconds, and all I could hear were some footsteps from the Pokémon above us supposedly moving away from their cell doors and presumably went to their beds.

Me and Kaz, however, were a bit slower in doing this. We kept conversing with each other for about ten more minutes, dealing mostly with my group's work with that morning, and uh... what happened at lunch. But I didn't tell the samurai otter Pokémon about the incident in the showers... I think it was something that could wait.

Kaz's day was pretty much similar to mine, only instead, he worked in the laundry section, sorting out the bedsheets, jumpsuits and pillowcases. It sounded pretty simple enough. But he kept complaining that the prison was going to kill him if it subjected him to more mundane activities.

Soon, the time for us to end the conversation, before a guard was due to come and yell at us. We gave each other a friendly smile before I told him: "Okay, g'night, Kaz... Hopefully you won't have mundane work awaiting you tomorrow." To which he chuckled at.

"G'night to you too, Vito. Good luck tomorrow!" and after that I climbed into the top bunk, and soon rested my head in the rather flat pillow, and pulled the sheets over my body, all the way up to my neck. But before I could descend into bedlam, Kaz had one final thing to say.

"...Oh, and by the way... Next time you plan to jerk it off, try to keep it down! I could hear the entire thing unfold!" And just like that my pale white skin soon flustered into a bright beet red, though thankfully he couldn't see it.

Oh Arceus... He heard the entire fucking thing!

I didn't really reply to his little wisecrack, instead I just tried to forget that he ever said that. But to be honest, it was gonna be something that would bother my dreams that night, and maybe for a few more nights.

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There we go! I finally got the chapter done! I hope you enjoyed it, and please show your support by dropping a comment in, and if you have any issues with this fic, make sure you give constructive criticism.

Until next time, PokeCJG out! ^_^