I must have pissed off quite a lot of people, in less than two days, two inmates have tried to kill me. I need to break out...fast! Once he was out of solitary, he met up with his cellmate, Michael.
"Is it true? Did you really kill Jason Kemp?" Michael asked with a mix of admiration and fear.
Brent just sighed. "Have you seen him around lately?" He hated stupid questions. "Look, we need to brainstorm on a way to breakout, quickly!"
Michael just looked at him like he lost his mind. "You do know where we are...correct?"
Brent just looked at him with barely controlled contempt. "Yes, I know where we are located."
Michael just shrugged his shoulders. "Okay boss, meet me back in the cell in about 20 minutes."
As Brent went outside for some fresh air, Michael went to the cell and waited for his cellmate to return.
Brent returned to his cell only to find that Michael was ly
"It is nice to finally meet you Detective Ryans, Detective Stone. May I ask why the two of you are visiting my humble abode?" Warden Scotts, asked suspiciously. "Look, Warden Scotts, we are here to talk to Brent about his latest victim." Sierra wasn't going to give him details. "Oh, you mean Jason Kemp? Well we already know how and why he died. So your services won't be necessary." Warden Scotts smugly smiled. Sierra and Mack looked at each other in confusion then she turned back to the warden. "Wait, what are you talking about? We are here to talk to him about Isabella Fuentes. When did you kill Jason Kemp? Did he tell you his reasoning for killing him?" Sierra didn't understand why Brent would do this. Then she looked at the confusion on the wardens face then continued. "I am only asking because Brent had never killed a man before, it has only been women, they are weaker than he i
Once Brent received his dinner meal, he walked back to the wall of his cell. He reached for the seventh brick down and pulled out his sharpening tools. He would need some sharp weapons for his escape plan to work. He wa so preoccupied with sharpening t he tools that he hadn't noticed someone watching him."What are you doing?"Brent froze, DAMN! I'm seriously slipping as of late! I have got to get it together! "I am doing absolutely nothing." He slowly turned around as he slid his project under his pillow. When he saw who it was he let out a sigh of relief. "Damn it O'Grady! Don't sneak up on me like that again, I almost had a heart attack!" He said as he eyed his visitor warily, still not fully trusting him."Sorry, so have ye made any progress in deciding on an escape plan?" Garrison smiled wickedly.Brent had to be cautious when he answered. He had to have an ace in
The feeling of impending dread never left her body, in fact it actually intensified ever since she left the prison. She knew that Brent was up to something she just didn't know what it was and Warden Scotts thought she was just being paranoid. There was no use worrying about something that hasn't happened so she went into the kitchen and heated herself a TV dinner because she didn't feel like cooking at the moment. She sat in the living room and turned on the television only to find nothing of interest on. So instead of watching TV she ate her meal in silence. Once she was done eating she washed what little dished she had left thanks to Xavier and her intruders. She grabbed herself a couplf of beers from the fridge and headed to the bathroom to draw herself another very hot bubble bath. She was half way down the hall when her cell rang. Someone was calling her from a private number. Now who could this be? She h
Brent could hear the guards coming with the breakfast tray, so he had to act fast. The guards had no idea that he was prone to seizures, so he quickly brought one on. By the time the guards had arrived to give him his food, he was already on the floor and foaming at the mouth!"Open cell B-34 and call and ambulance now!" The guard dropped the tray to help the prisoner.When the ambulance arrived, the EMT's were ushered in. "We have to get him to a hospital STAT! His blood pressure is dropping and his pulse is fading!""Can't he just be transported to the infirmary here at the prison?" Warden Scotts asked when he finally arrived."Sir, if we don't get him to a hospital soon he is going to die!" The EMT stated."Fine, but you have to have two officers accompany you." Warden ordered, not at all happy about this unexpected turn of events. He also didn't like the fact that he had no control in this m
Mack had tried to call Sierra last night, to see if she was feeling any better, but she never answered. He tried to call her again this morning, while he ate a quick breakfast, again she didn't answer. He was headed out the door when his phone rang, it was Sierra. He quickly answered it. "FINALLY! What the hell took you so long to return my call?!" She let out an exasperated sigh. "Sorry, I was in the bath last night and was too tired to return your call, what's up?" He ran his hands through his hair, knowing that this was going to upset her. "Well your worst nightmare is at large!" He could practically feel her tension through the phone. "WHAT! How could that be, we just talked to him yesterday!" She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Mack didn't need to tel lher who escaped, she already knew who it was and that feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach blossomed fully. "
Brent was in the process of seeing a doctor about a new face, when he saw a news bulletin plastering his photo all over the air! SHIT! He quickly looked around to see if anybody had recognized him. He was relieved to find that nobody had even been watching the news. He stood up and casually walked over to the television and turned it to another channel, without the nurses paying attention.He sat back down when a yound nurse, carrying a clipboard came into the lobby. "Mr. Tamaskas, the doctor will see you now."As Brent stood, he gave her a sheepish grin. "Sorry, I'm a bit nervous. I've never done this before."She smiled back. "That's okay, now if you'll please follow me, we can get started."He followed the cute, young nurse down a long corridor. They entered into a room that had lettering on the door that red EXAM ROOM 3. "If you'll please wait here, someone will be right with you."
"Warden Scotts, is it true that Brent Cummings aka 'The God of Torture' has escaped from your facility?" The Warden was surrounded by reporters, when Sierra and Mack arrived. "No comment."Once they reached Warden Scotts, he ushered them inside the prison. At the stench that assaulted her nose, Sierra quickly cupped a cloth over her nose to dampen the smell. "Whew, was there a fire in here?""Unfortunately, yes." Warden answered without looking back. He didn't say another word until he entered his office."Okay Warden, spill it, what the hell happened here?" Mack asked, obviously trying top keep his temper under control."At around eight thirty this morning, the guards were handing out breakfast trays to the prisoners with special allergies When Officer Brooks arrived to Brent's cell he saw that he was having a seizure." Warden poured himself a tall glass of scotch. He slammed the first glass the
"Mr. Tamaskas, we are going to give you some anesthetic now. You will feel a slight burning sensation. Count backwards from ten, then we will be done in no time." The nurse was very polite while she explained the process to Brent, although he was going by Sean Tamaskas now.The nurse had already given him the anesthesia, so he started to count. "10...9...8...7-" He drifted off into a world that knew no boundaries."Okay people, let's get started." Dr. Blanch wanted ot be done in an hour and a half. He would be cutting it close, but he had some golf to play. "Keep an eye on him, I don't want him waking up the middle of surgery.""Okay Dr. Blanch."Dr. Blanch was working quickly at the task at hand, so he hadn't noticed the lengthy tissue damage. One of the nurses had to point them out before he slowed long enough to pay attention. "Dr. Blanch, I thought that the patient hasn't had this kind of sur