At the dinner prison
"Eat a lot, man! We gonna escape tonight," someone yelled.
The built guy turned, grabbed his dick.
"Speak like a fool once more, I swear I'll turn you impotent," he growled.
"I'm… sorry," the man muttered.
The grip loosened.
"Back to the prison cell," Beatrice commanded, sharp and cold.
"Watch the upper cell, you middle. I take care of the dude downstairs," she whispered.
Prisoners shuffled to their assigned floors.
Beatrice approached the lower floor, leaning close to the built guy.
"The route will be clear tonight," she murmured.
She handed him keys and a gun, pressing a map into his hands.
"These are for the back gate and cell gate. I own nothing else. Use the map."
He nodded, silent.
"You've done well, Beatrice."
"Yes, boss," she said, eyes steady.
He sat in the cell, eyes locked on the iron gate. Noon faded. Shadows crept over the floor.
The torch of the guard scanned the lower floor.
"Still awake, huh?" the old man asked, shaking.
"Can't sleep," the built guy muttered.
The light caught the half-dead prisoner.
The built guy stood, grabbed the old man's throat, lifting him.
"Ahhhhhhhh!"
"Stop! Stop!" the old man yelled, flailing.
The built guy let go. The old man collapsed, dead.
"Waste of strength," he muttered.
He turned the key in the old man's pocket. The cell gate creaked open. He collected keys, kicked the body aside, and slipped through the shadows.
The back door opened.
Alarms blared across the prison.
Police ran, guns blazing.
He fired back, each shot dropping anyone who blocked him.
He ran, jumped into the waiting ship, engine roared, bullets whizzing past, and escaped into the night.
TV reporters screaming the news:
"Friday night, around 10:30, a prisoner escaped, killing several police officers!"
"The mastermind? Miss Beatrice, new chief of police, left the state at 11:05 with her kids!"
"And the escaped prisoner? His eyes… BLUE!"
"Blue eyes? I thought there was a purple-eyed guy last week," another anchor whispered.
"Seems like the eye colors are fighting… purple, now blue… what's next? Green? Grey?"
The blue-eyes guy enter a stores
" Can I get a brush?"
" Yes."she said handed over the brush
Waiting for the money
He drop his gun slowly untop the table
"One scream, one wrong move… and you're dead," he warned the store seller
Hands shaking, she handed over all the money.
He hit her lightly with the gun's butt, she dropped to the floor, and he disappeared into the shadows.
The world wondered…
Who is the blue-eyes guy? Who is the purple-eyes guy?