Half Mad (Sequel to Half Bad)

Chapter 11

✖ Chapter 11 ✖

        I MAY OR may not have taken advantage of having a little freedom. I'd see a guard from behind and focus on them until they slumped to the floor, either unconscious or dead, I didn't really stick around to see which. Not to mention feeling the burning sensation in my palm from the electricity made me feel practically invincible. 

        Rounding a corner, I skidded to a halt before I could slam into the guard in front of me. Struggling for a moment, I narrowed my gaze on him until he fell to his knees. He sputtered something incoherent, waving one arm and grasping his throat with the other.

        "Me... jackass..."

        Releasing him from my intangible hold, I tilted my head. "Daniel?"

        He gasped, heaving in breaths. "Yes, you moron! God, there's so many awful things I could call you right now."

        I held my hands up, then helped him to his feet. "I'm blaming my paranoia."

        Daniel grunted, letting out a deep breath. "Fair enough. Remind me again to never get on your bad side."

        I smirked before ushering him down the hall at a quick pace, making sure we didn't fall behind schedule.

     Though this place is absolutely cruel and horrendous, it wasn't my intention to let other prisoners out. For one, many of them truly were insane and belonged in a madhouse. Maybe a less gruesome one, but one nonetheless. And secondly, I wanted to slim my odds of running into an ex-enemy aka my Oscar, my ex-bully.

        I didn't need any unnecessary fights when I was on the road to freedom. Albeit, with my luck, my freedom never lasted very long. However, I intended to demolish that routine the minute I would be able to. If that meant offing Cecilia, or anyone that got in my way, so be it.

     Slipping around another corner, I could hear Daniel's breaths coming out in pants as he struggled to keep up. I wanted to make a snide remark about him being out of shape, but he was soon grabbing my shoulder and forcing me to stop.

        "Daniel, we don't have time-"

        "Angry Hulk dude... five feet... away," he panted, hunching over with his hands on his knees.

        After I rolled my eyes at him, I looked to see what he was rambling on only to see Gunner standing in the middle of the corridor, blocking our path. His hands were clutched into fists, his chest heaving up and down, and his eyes held a wild flare to them.

        "Angry Hulk dude," as Daniel said, was an understatement.

        But there was something different about him now. Not only did he have scars from his previous meltdown all over his face and arms, but there were rugged movements in his small steps towards us. It clicked that part of him was still being controlled, still being monitored.

        "I know," he muttered out, his words slurring and sounding practically inhuman.

       Taking a step back, I held my arm out in front of Daniel to take him with me. Gunner did not have his entire sanity nor his mind under control. Whether he ever had is a mystery, but a mystery for another time.

         Gunner's eyes blazed, his voice shifting to a shrill yell. "I know what you did!"

        "You're going to need to be a lot more specific," I said without fully thinking it through. Talking back to a maniac with sarcasm wasn't my best idea.