Checking Out

Subject: Checking Out Thu Sep 01, 2011 8:43 am

Continued From 'Impel Down Interview Sessions: Mike Stokes'

The residents, doctors and guards of Impel Down were gathered out in the prison yard, where the securing fence had been busted open. Outside it, on the edge of the island, stood a man, probably 6’ 10” in height, one hell of a build, his head shaved and tears in his eyes, kinda odd to see a big man like that crying. As the Impel guards edged their way closer to the inmate. One of them with a speakerphone in his hand, talking to the man.

Impel Down Guard
Come on big fella’. Back away from the edge, let’s bring you back inside...

Inmate
NO! He told me! H-he told me that I can go to heaven this way! Not be condemned!...Have all my sins forgiven!

Impel Down Guard
Who told you?

As meanwhile in the building, a guard was sent flying into a wall, his head bouncing off it as he dropped to the floor, as Mike’s head peered around the corner, his eyes scanned the area, as he creeped his way through the hallways, with most guards busy with the suicide attempt. Mike made hast on the moment, as he decided it was time to check out of Impel Down. Although he wasn’t heading for the front door, instead, the lower levels of the asylum would be Mike’s destination, as he headed along the sewer system, getting to a main gateway down below. As three men stood guard, all chatting about their personal lives, as the guard to the left was struck, as a tazer stick flew across the air, catching the guard in the chest as it flung him back into the gate’s fence, before dropping to his knees, then the cold concrete floor. The other two look on at Mike Stokes, who swept his hair back behind his head, resting his hands on his hips as he walked forward. The guards brought out the lethal sticks, ready to give Mike a volt back to his cell, as they ran forward, the right man being the coward and running behind his fellow guard, as within a few feet distance, Mike lunged forward, his hands catching the guards helmeted head, as Mike spun, his leg sweeping around and under the leg of the guard, sending him head first into the ground, a the helmet cracking in two. Guess it was lucky he was wearing it as now it was onto the second guard, as Mike propelled his feet in the air, a bicycle kick to send the guard into the gate fence, but as he got close, Mike received a nasty shock to the stomach, before begin kicked back by the guard, as Stokes rolled over a few times, a slow groan as he willed himself to get up, being at one knee, as the guard recovered from the kick himself, running at Mike with another dose of watts. But as he did, Mike sent himself to the gut of the guard, tossing him overhead and into the raw sewage behind him. AS Stokes stumbled his way forth to the gate, as he rattled the gate a few times, before seeing the hand scanner, a displeased grunt as he looked to his left, heading back over to the first guard, as he took him by the hand, dragging him across the floor and to the gate. As Mike picked up the left hand of the guard, placing it on the scanner, a green light running along underneath his hand, as three beeps were heard, the red light over the gate switching to green, as Stokes then sent a right hand into the jaw of the groggy guard, allowing him to drop down to the floor again. Mike pushed the gate open, as it closed he fell back to one knee, a short few seconds to try and forget the pain in his stomach, as Mike threw up, a puddle of liquid, probably of what he drunk before he had his interview. As Mike stood back up, wiping his mouth, Stokes then took out the extra tazer stick collected from the guards, his hand going through the gate as he pushed the stick on the hand scanner, sparks and crackling as Stokes had to let go of the shock stick, as scanner with a small explosion. As Stokes shook his hand in pain, Mike stepped over the puddle and onwards, down the rather dark tunnel way running under the asylum, after a 5 or so minute walk, a light was visible up ahead, as Mike continued over, his hand still over his gut. As Mike sneaked out, where there was no fences, no alarms, simply a number of guards, and a boat resting on the water Mike was right after all. The window in his room had come in handy, as everyday around midnight; he saw the lights of a small boat on the sea, coming into the Impel Down island. A 5 of the guards were busy looking in the sky, reporting in that they had no sight of the suicidal patient above.

Impel Down Guard
Imma’ go check what’s happening upstair- HURGH!

The grunt of the guard grasped everyone’s attention on the dock. As Mike stood with his right hand around the guard’s neck, pulling the stun gun out from its holster on the guards uniform, as he pushed it to the guard’s stomach, pulling the trigger and releasing the grip to watch the man shudder a few seconds before dropping, examining the gun to follow. Switching it to fire mode.

Mike || The Mouth || Stokes
...Huh...an upgrade for you Gentlemen...

Impel Down Guard
CODE 404! INMATE HAS ESCA-

The guard was shouting down his radio, that was until he felt the barb needle stick to his hand, another shuddering as he dropped to the floor also. With that done, now all the guards took out guns of their own, as Mike’s eyes widen a little in a bit of surprise, before throwing himself behind a set of boxes. A few needles sticking to them as guards shot their stun guns, needing to rip the wire out as they found they’d missed their target. The guards swarmed over to the crate, with the gun simply like a shock baton. AS they headed to Mike, as the first guard was met with the gun to the chest from Mike. Before spinning his foot, a roundhouse kick delivered to guards 2 and 3, as they fell off the dock and into the grimy water of Steel City. As Mike got back to his normal posture, guard 4 and 5 attempted with their left and right fist to hit Stokes, but Mike ducked, swooping under and catching the wrist of each man, before pulling them up behind them, the guards struggled for a second before Stokes let go, sending his the back of fists into the faces of the guards, knocking the two down, both who grunted sharply before hitting the wooden boards. As Stokes darted forward, vaulting over and into the boat, as sat in the steering seat, grasping the black plastic handed and ripping the cord to start the engine going, before pushing the ignition down, the boat beginning to speed off into the distance, as a glance behind him. Mike looked at the downed and out guards, the guards in the water trying to get their radios to work, as they were joined in the water by the big man up top...well, now down below. Mike looked onwards, a straight drive to the docks in Steel City.

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