03-02-2014, 09:27 AM
Patience warred with anxiety and Damien soon felt the stirrings of true dread. The longer minutes ticked by the less likely his freedom became. Failure would certainly mean death but more than that seven years of preparation would be for naught. Death he could face. Being bested by petty tyrants and a cage full of madmen would be intolerable. He had the light of power and honed his skills to a razor sharp edge. If he could not win free now he did not deserve it.
Damien knelt at the base of yet another door and panel working the circuits with a steady focus. The sirens overhead pierced his ears along with the accompanied shouts and hurried footsteps muted by distance.
The door hissed open and he moved through the lower reaches of the complex. It had taken near half an hour to reach the base level avoiding as many possible combatants as he could. They were closing in on him with extreme efficiency that he feared he would soon be cornered.
The situation now called for a delicate touch.
The thunder and rain continued to batter the compound and once while he passed a rare window he allowed himself a soft smile of satisfaction as the waves along the shore crashed and broke upon the walls with swelling fury. Presently he had passed from the ‘inmate housing’ into the lower recreational and work facilities which had been deserted by both prisoner and guard alike. The lights had been cut to supply power to the cells lending the lonely halls an eerie echo broken below the emergency screeching.
The further he ventured the less comfortable he became and his progress subsequently slowed with his growing paranoia. The guards had fixed his location and pressed him hard. Twice he barely avoided death as bullets flew over his head or deflected off of a barrier of solid Air. The encounters grew more frequent and the constant dull footsteps grew louder and more numerous by the minute.
There was no turning back, however. He was forced to press on against his better judgement; a fact which tightened his dry lips. He could not expose himself in the outside world while he was hounded. There was only one option left to him; one he hated to even consider.
With gritted teeth Damien turned back and entered one of the offshoot paths that led down to the backup generators. He sped down the stairs which were damp with salty water. He barred the massive door with a flow of Air and slowed, eyeing the room with a wary reluctance.
For a high security prison such an important room was dilapidated and worn with disuse or negligence. It favoured him at this moment but he could not hide his disgust. Any man could walk in and simply...
The generator hummed as it worked and drew his gaze. Such a small, harmless object with no awareness of its importance. He circled in on the machine with the light of power glowing brighter than it had even done before. The sirens, shouts and clamour of the world faded to a singular purpose.
Damien’s head cocked slightly to the side as he placed a gentle hand on the warm generator. “If only life was so easy..."
he whispered under his breath.
He did not hesitate. Regret was sharp with frustration and anger but he did not hesitate. The current running through the generator shifted and hung in the balance for a precarious second.
The hum jerked to an abrupt stop and chaos was heralded by profound silence.
Edited by Damien, Mar 2 2014, 09:31 AM.
Damien knelt at the base of yet another door and panel working the circuits with a steady focus. The sirens overhead pierced his ears along with the accompanied shouts and hurried footsteps muted by distance.
The door hissed open and he moved through the lower reaches of the complex. It had taken near half an hour to reach the base level avoiding as many possible combatants as he could. They were closing in on him with extreme efficiency that he feared he would soon be cornered.
The situation now called for a delicate touch.
The thunder and rain continued to batter the compound and once while he passed a rare window he allowed himself a soft smile of satisfaction as the waves along the shore crashed and broke upon the walls with swelling fury. Presently he had passed from the ‘inmate housing’ into the lower recreational and work facilities which had been deserted by both prisoner and guard alike. The lights had been cut to supply power to the cells lending the lonely halls an eerie echo broken below the emergency screeching.
The further he ventured the less comfortable he became and his progress subsequently slowed with his growing paranoia. The guards had fixed his location and pressed him hard. Twice he barely avoided death as bullets flew over his head or deflected off of a barrier of solid Air. The encounters grew more frequent and the constant dull footsteps grew louder and more numerous by the minute.
There was no turning back, however. He was forced to press on against his better judgement; a fact which tightened his dry lips. He could not expose himself in the outside world while he was hounded. There was only one option left to him; one he hated to even consider.
With gritted teeth Damien turned back and entered one of the offshoot paths that led down to the backup generators. He sped down the stairs which were damp with salty water. He barred the massive door with a flow of Air and slowed, eyeing the room with a wary reluctance.
For a high security prison such an important room was dilapidated and worn with disuse or negligence. It favoured him at this moment but he could not hide his disgust. Any man could walk in and simply...
The generator hummed as it worked and drew his gaze. Such a small, harmless object with no awareness of its importance. He circled in on the machine with the light of power glowing brighter than it had even done before. The sirens, shouts and clamour of the world faded to a singular purpose.
Damien’s head cocked slightly to the side as he placed a gentle hand on the warm generator. “If only life was so easy..."
he whispered under his breath.
He did not hesitate. Regret was sharp with frustration and anger but he did not hesitate. The current running through the generator shifted and hung in the balance for a precarious second.
The hum jerked to an abrupt stop and chaos was heralded by profound silence.
Edited by Damien, Mar 2 2014, 09:31 AM.