PRISON BREAK

Looking outside through the broken wall from his cell room, Clerk saw three great walls surrounding the entire prison fortress. Each wall about eighty feet tall and it looked seventy meters away from each other, and about twenty meters.

The walls looked quite old but very sturdy, with each wall having strange glyphs and runes written on every individual block that made up the walls. In short, it looked like a building ripped out of a dark fantasy.

“Geez!, this place looks more like an exorcism stadium than a prison”.

Using the dents on the aged walls; climbing down from what seemed like twenty feet, his heart pounding at a very fast rate, shivering limbs, cold sweat soaking his bare palms and feet, an itchy crotch and a filled bladder on the brink of exploding; the only thing he could do for himself was pray to any god that comes to his mind, while also resisting the urge to scratch.

Halfway down, the itchiness intensified; tears escaped from his eyes, the amount of sweat excreted per second increased, soaking his stripped uniform—making it more difficult to maintain a strong grip; he could only clench his teeth and endure the torture.

Slow and steady, he progressed downward.

‘So, I would like to ask you that’s reading this chapter’…

“What would you have done if you had an itchy crotch and a filled bladder in a similar situation?”

“Possibly, no human can resist the urge to scratch an itchy crotch, right?!😏”.

Finally reaching the ground, after minutes of enduring endless, grueling torture, he hid in a corner surrounded by huge blocks of fallen building walls.

There, he relived himself while also scratching his crotch. Doing the both simultaneously, he felt nirvana, a satisfied look appeared on his sweaty face.

“Damn!, that was scary, I could’ve slipped and fallen to my death”.

Gradually pacing forward while avoiding the cell guards—Clerk progressed slowly. The entire prison was in turmoil. Prisoners would form teams of threes or fours and would would try to subdue or overwhelm a single guard, but strangely enough the guards kept winning, even with the number disadvantage.

Aside from the fact that the guards used magic; they also out-performed the prisoners in terms of raw strength.

Seeing the guards slowly subdue the prisoners, Clerk hesitated,

“I could really die if I am caught”.

Remembering his sister is still missing and might be in danger; he arose, instead of being consumed by fear and doubt, his body just acted on its own.

Pacing forward at full speed, he avoided the sight of all other guards. He breached the first wall, without stopping, he continued moving ahead.

Pant!, Pant!, Pant!

He got to the second wall, catching his breath, his mouth dry and irritated, he felt sharp pain in his throat with each gulp of saliva.

Looking at the distance left to cover, he smiled: At this point his uniform was soaking wet from sweat. The prison guards were almost done with the subdue and started making preparations to seal the wall.

With no time to waste, Clerk lunged forward at full speed—running with all his strength. Two guards spotted him. One looked middle-aged, bald and had a grumpy look—like someone who’s been denied his monthly pay.

He grew an unnecessarily long mustache and he was crazy strong… Clerk watched him take down five hefty prisoners with his bare fist.

The other guard was quite good-looking, he looked like he was in his late teen, for some reason it made Clerk’s skin crawl. He seemed faster than the other guards, he fights using quick and graceful moves to overwhelm his opponent, making him appear more good-looking, even the prisoners he beat up were fawning over him.

“So annoying!”

They both made a good team, from Random Mark’s memories, they were always seen together—like they were in some kinda relationship.

Chasing Clerk, the intimate duo guards ordered him to stop. Clerk didn’t, instead he ran as fast as he could, sobbing and wailing like a baby. They chased after him but they couldn’t catch up. Mr good-looking was quite surprised that there was someone faster than him. Clerk looked back at Mr good-looking who winked at him, giving him a flying kiss with a smiling face: this sent shivers down Clerks spine.

“We are giving you a last chance, stop and we won’t harm you!”

“I don’t want to!”, said Clerk, as he kept sobbing and running .

Mr good-looking suddenly performed a back-flip, landing perfectly on Mr grumpy’s palm whom lunged Mr good-looking into the air, giving him a great boost. But before Mr good-looking was lunged into the air, they shouted,

“Team power!, booster!”

It sounded so ridiculous but the outcome was quite good, Mr good-looking reached Clerk, aiming to immobilize him with one elegant strike, but Clerk being one step ahead evaded it by leaping to the right, placing a certain distance between them.

Mr good-looking; seeing it as a challenge smiled. Not only once had Clerk surpassed him in speed but twice. Facing each other from opposite sides, Clerk quivered like winter had taken root in his bones. In a blink, Mr good-looking pounced towards Clerk, moving incredibly fast as he tried overwhelming Clerk with his speed, but Clerk’s body moved on its own, dodging the attack.

With a furious and murderous face, Mr good-looking gazed at Clerk who’s crotch started itching again. Clerk on the other hand was in a daze as to why his body acted so involuntarily and also why his crotch started itching again.

Wanting to reach for his crotch, furious good-looking attacked. As the battle prolonged, clerks body kept evading all attack no matter how fast it got. Unexpectedly, Mr grumpy joined the fight, the force from his blows carried so much power that it seemed to ripple the space surrounding it.

The fight prolonged a little bit longer before they went for their special team attack. They both lunged backwards then thrusted towards Clerk from opposite directions. Mr good-looking from the front, aiming for the still itchy crotch, and Mr grumpy from the back, aiming for his head. There was no way to dodge the attack. Clerk screamed,

“My banana!”,

Just a step further to reach Clerk, they both dropped to the ground like robots that suddenly ran out of power. Clerk was confused as to what had happened, but either ways he had to escape. Racing towards the wall, he rubbed his itchy crotch.

Climbing the rubbles caused by the broken wall to get across, he heard a call from a distance,

“Hey!, Random Mark”.

It’s the name of the body Clerk possessed. The strange he fought, now awake, smiling at him as they waved good bye. Clerk was surprised and somehow happy that he was able to meet good people, even in another world. He returned the wave and made a bowing gesture. In a low tone, Clerk said,

“They both really are good people…

each had a sword and a gun and would have killed me if they wanted to…

…But they didn’t”.

As Clerk progressed down the rubble which led directly outside the prison into a forest, he was shot.

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