Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 76 - . Orange

"So you prepared for the apocalypse as well?" I asked him, while letting my eyes wander on the prisoners all over the huge dining room.

"No." Henry deadpanned, and I looked at him with disbelieve.

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"Then why the fuck are you talking big? Shut it or get chewing gum in case your mouth is bored." I turned my back to him, not wanting to continue his bullshit.

Henry laughed quietly, and I got angry again. During dinner, I ignored my dog and dug in. My cellmate sat with us like always.

Seeing that Henry would be targeted soon by gayman gave me immense satisfaction. Now, I wasn't the only one that had a pending confrontation ahead of me. Ha. Serves Henry right.

That I was here, was his fault, so every unfortunate thing happening inside here should be happening to him as well.

After dinner, I got back in my cell, and when the light went off, I could finally try to conjure up the gun. I first tried the magazine; you'll have to keep the good things for later.

Flipping the coin and going back to making grand motions on the top of the bunk bed, I soon caught the magazine in my hand. I was fucking overjoyed and took a bullet out. Maybe I just imagined it, but it smelled like I believe gunpowder should smell. Explosive. I love it.

I played with the bullets until they disappeared, and after a short prayer, I tried to conjure up the gun.

The cold metal, the unexpected light weight it had, the smooth surface.

I made a 'catch' motion, and found the gun in my hand.

"Haha." In disbelief, I stared down. You know, this....would open me new doors, fucking many doors. I could now kill anyone in a matter of seconds, the weapon gone after a minute. I don't know if the bullets would disappear after they would hit a bone or something, or if they would just turn as old as the memory I took my gun out from to remain there. But no matter, if a bullet were extracted from a corpse, it would turn out to be from the weapon of a guard. That would be funny on its own.

Fantastic. I stroked my new best friend and pulled the trigger with anticipation of my first shot. I even held the gun sideways like a gangster in one short, boisterous moment. The sleazy business warden was right; every man loved guns.

Next was to try to conjure up my gun and the magazine as fast as possible, with as few motions as possible. But that was not everything. I had to train; simultaneously, I could not stay awake as tomorrow was the day of the expedition, and I had to be well rested.

No idea when they would go and get me, but oh well, it should be early. In every expedition, daylight is your friend, and darkness is your fiend. Though descending in an earth hole of unknown origin with unknown depth, it was certain to be dark in any case.

I trained like crazy for about three to four hours, also loading the magazine as fast as possible. I did so under my blanket, trying to muffle the sound as well as possible. Luckily, I had a trustworthy cellmate. I also ignored the occasionally screams and moans that were heard from whatever the other prisoners were doing about.

Finally, I forced myself to sleep, although it was really difficult to deprive myself of holding on to my new pal.

Still high on adrenaline about what I had achieved to get my hands on, sleeping was not easy, but eventually, I nodded off.

Luckily, I slept at least a bit because in the wee hours I was woken up by some guard's lovely call.

"HOWARD! COME HERE."

Groaning, I climbed down and turned my back to get cuffed before the prison door was opened. I was still not fully awake when I was brought into a big room with numerous lockers to each side. Confused, I looked at the guard; it was again someone new. He opened a locker and took clothing out. Like our prison uniforms, they were orange, but it was no jumpsuit. Instead, it were really tight-fitting pants, a shirt, a sweater, and a jacket.

"Change." The guard bellowed. But before he uncuffed me, a few other guards had arrived. They drew their weapons at me, watching me and having no intention of going away.

"What the hell?" I mumbled, If they are so paranoid, why not bring the clothes to my cell, or just not send me outside at all?

I stripped and took a closer look at the new clothes; my name was on the jacket, sweater, and shirt. On the back of everything for my upper body stood, in very big letters, 'CONVICTED PRISONER'.

I chuckled when I saw it.

This identity... it really makes me so fucking angry that I would love to draw my gun at these fuckers.

Anyway, gotta keep calm to take a look at the second portal and go save the dragon. Normally, the heroes save the princess, but here I am saving an old dragon. Ha.

When I had shirt, sweater, and pants on, luckily matching underwear in orange was provided as well, the guard who took me here, who was the only one not having his gun drawn, came to me.

He reached into the locker and pulled out something like a bracelet-like thing with a black box on it. This should be the ankle monitor.

"Leg up." He commanded and motioned for the bench in between the lockers. I followed up, and he complicatedly put the ankle monitor on me, activating it somehow. There was a green light pulsating, showing that it worked.

"The moment you take it off, you are searched nationally." He warned, and I shrugged.

"If nothing works inside that hole, isn't this thing just trash anyway?" I asked him, and he ignored me.

I was also given orange shoes in my size. They were at least comfortable and easy to move in. Orange socks were given as well.

I FUCKING HATE THIS SHITTY COLOR.

I was cuffed and brought through endless corridors, I did my best to remember the paths we took.

And then...finally, fucking finally, I left this fucked-up prison, stepping on the still secured parking lot, but it felt like being born anew.

We walked to a big silver bus. When approaching the vehicle, I could already see one of the others inside, smiling and waving his cuffed hands at me through the bus window like an idiot.

The fucking dog had really managed to come along.