CHAPTER ONE - THE END?
April 3rd 2011 - Cops Room - 20:04 - Fort Tundra Prison
STATUS: Runaway attempt of two prisoners; caught in the Cops Room
Yes, it’s me, Jhonson. Or, as I used to call you, Amico - Officer Mario says
W… WHAT!?
For the first time in a very long time, I felt like smiling. Even in this situation, even if Mike just got shot, even if I am stuck in the coldest prison I have ever been in… Hearing my childhood nickname really made me want to smile.
This moment however was quickly overshadowed by a sudden tiredness:
What 's going on? - I tiredly sigh - Is it really you, Cheeky?
Mamma mia… I just said it, dummy… I got thinner, don’t ya think? - Mario asks sarcastically
Is it really him? Why is he coincidentally working in the same prison I am arrested in? Why does he look like a cyborg? So many questions… I can’t even stand properly… Too tired… What the hell is going on?
Sup with you? Are you tired? Why 's that? Prolly cause I just sprayed sleeping gas all over the ambient… - he points to one of the buttons in this shirt - did you know each one of these has a different function?
W…What?
And I know you have anosmia… I have known it since our childhoods, Amico…
w…w…why are you doing this?
Why? Well, that’s easy, ain’t it? For justice, of course!
Shit… I’m gonna faint:
Men! I condemn Jhonson Jr and Mike Jack Jordan to one month in solitary! Is anyone in disapproval?
No, sir! - The officers surrounding the scene respond
Did my plan really fail? What do I do now? There ain’t much I could do anyways… Please, Mike… Please don’t die… You’re my frien-... I mean… My… My coworker… I can’t do this without you!
Shit! How could I predict Mario would shoot him and that his shot would be totally calculated!? Weren’t you invincible, Mike?!
ONE MONTH!? THAT’S INSANE, WE WILL DIE DOWN THERE!
That’s the appropriate punishment for y’alls runaway attempt. An escape without total fulfillment of your sentence is a crime, don’t you know? And if you die, not my problem. I am just following the law
If you really want to protect order and justice, this ain’t the way to do it! Fucking hypocrite!
You’re the one that abandoned me, Amico
Sick bastard! You’re not the Cheeky I remembered! Becoming a robot must have done something to your fucking brain!
It’s Mario to you, sick primate. I’ll see you again, I don’t hope, Jhonson - Mario signals the final sentence: The surrounding cops grab me and Mike’s corps and take us to the Solitaries
No! NO!
Finally, the sleeping gas has its full effect. And my last vision? Him. Grinning at me. This time it was Cheeky, or Mario, however he wants to be called, that abandoned me. Well, I don’t necessarily blame him. Our final moments with each other weren’t exactly worthy of a friendship.