Chapter 26 : Breakout
Yamato
I suppose they were doing their job. Prodding me, interogating
me, but stopping just before I went over the edge. But I never
answered them. I would never open up to them. The strangers who
claimed they wanted to help me. Why do they want to help me? So
they can claim their paycheck no doubt. Many of them have given
up on me, the stubborn ones will stop eventually. I lay there on
my coat, in the hideous room of blues, thinking.
Has my anger faded? No, I grows with every day I spend here. This
place is an obsticle in my way to destroy the fuckass bastard who
destroyed my life. And I would escape, I was sure of that. It's
only a matter of time. Some of the nurses have tried to help me
'adjust'. It's laughable, they come in and talk to me sometimes,
telling me that everything will be alright. But they never stay
long, because I ignore them. Every single time another talks to
me I play mute, blind, and deaf. They can yell at me and I would
not flinch. They could clap their hands in front of me and I
would not blink. They could ask all the questions they want, but
I would not speak.
In fact, they might actually believe me to be mute if not for my
music. My music. The only thing that can bring the slightest bit
of contentment. They have not taken my harmonica, and that I am
grateful for. If I am not insane already, I would surely be
insane if they had stripped me of the instrument. For that
matter, they encouraged by music. Their theory was that it calms
me down. And their right it does, but sometimes it strengthens
the hate. I must've composed a dozen songs already, all of which
hateful, angsty, and well, not happy.
I rolled over on my stomach and glanced at the door. I had not
seen daylight in weeks, or had it been months already? No, weeks,
there was a television in the lounge where we were allowed to go
once a day under the strict eye of guards. We, I laughed bitterly
to myself. Ishida Yamato, once surrounded by rabid fangirls, now
surrounded by maniac retards. Most of the other people here were
just people of mental illness who occasionally broke out in
maniac screams. I knew they had others like me in the building,
but far away from my end of it. They did not want too many psycho
paths in the same area.
My mind started to wander, always to the same things. Why had the
muthafuckin' bastard decided to kill my brother? What had he ever
done to anyone besides be kind? Me on the otherhand, why not go
after me? I was a jackass. It would make more sense for people to
go after me. My stupid fame, my stupid temper. Why wasn't I
murderered? Everything would have been so much better that way. I
glared angrilly at the ground, it wasn't fair.
I stood up and started to pace. You've wasted too much time,
Yamato, I told myself. You need to get out now. But how? All
those TV shows that had jailed criminals climbing out from air
vents were just TV. The air vents aren't big enough for a dog to
fit through, much less a person. The place was also pretty
heavily guarded, it was a nuthouse after all. I racked my brain
for ideas. Back and forth, back and forth, I paced my cell,
thinking. Then one of the nurses appeared at my door.
"Mister Ishida?" I wished they'd stop calling me that.
I was not Mr.Ishida, that was my fuckass father. I ignored her
and kept pacing. "Would you like to go to the lounge
today?" I paused my steps, the lounge...why not? It might
give me ideas for my escape. I didn't say anything and walked
towards the door, which she opened. The nurse escorted me to the
lounge, checked me in with a guard, then left.
There were only two other people there. Robbie Mackerfield, a
delusional weirdo who kept seeing things, and Will Allison, a guy
who believed that computers were conspiring to take over. I
wondered what they had me filed under? 'Homicidal Psycho'
perhaps? I shrugged, it no longer bothered me anymore. I knew why
I had tried to kill Mimi, and somehow I don't regret it. Or, part
of me didn't. The other half, the loud-mouth conscience of mine,
would not shut up. 'You should be ashamed, Yamato.' 'How could
you do that, Yamato?' 'Blah, blah, blah, Yamato.' I hate that
voice.
I sat down on the sofa, a good distance away from the other two
psychos, and watched the television. Hm, it was halloween today?
October 31st that fast? How many weeks has it been then? Two?
Three? My head spun slightly. It has been two weeks since I
landed here. Three weeks and a day since TK..died. The television
blared with some news report, all I heard was the droning of
voices, I did not bother to listen. Until Takeru's image appeared
on screen, then I gripped angrilly at the seat and tuned the
voices in, wanting to know what they were saying.
What I heard did not please me. What I saw didn't either. That
bastard at the jailhouse, the murderer, appeared on screen. The
newsdumbasses were just now connecting the sonuvabitch to the
murder of TK. How fucking dense could they be? And the bastard
escaped?! Resuko Aymichi was his name. The tamed anger boiled,
like magma swelling up in a volcano. I clenched and unclenched my
fists, containing the rage. How did he escape!? How?! Who was he
out to destroy now?! I needed to escape. Tonight! Before be ran
his sorry ass out of Odaiba.
One of the guards noticed by fury, but didn't say anything. I was
just a psychopath anyway, I get moody. He turned his attention
away and flipped through a magazine. My eyes darted around like a
trapped animal, trying to think up of some escape plan. Anything!
I needed to get out of here, haul my ass to the city, and kill
the bastard! My adrenaline rushed, my heart beat, I was on edge,
like I had downed a 6-pack of caffinated drinks. A simple idea
surfaced in my head. Yes! So simple! I plastered on a demonic
grin and started laughing to myself. I laughed, it was a freaky
sound, deep, menicing, evil, creepy. The guard raised an eyebrow
at me, but that was all.
I got a grip of myself and plastered on my imfamous,
expressionless face. I waited a few minutes, going over the plan,
then stood up and went towards the officer. "I need to use
the restroom." I told him in a monotone voice. Again, he
raised an eyebrow at me and gave me a funny look, but he didn't
say anything. He merely nodded, grabbed my arm roughly and
brought me to the bathroom. "Five minutes." he said
routinely. I didn't say anything and entered the stink-filled
wasteroom.
They seriously needed more sanitary facilities, but at the
moment, I didn't give a flyin' fuck. I just hid in one of the
stalls, waiting for my five minutes to be up. Waiting, my arms
tensed in anticipation. It was win or lose, I would only get once
chance. And I hoped that dumbass bastard of a guard didn't have
his guard up. The minutes ticked away. "Hey! Your time is
up! Get outta there!" a wicked grin crossed my face and I
waited. "I said get out! Don't make me come in there!"
he bellowed at me. I chuckled to myself, no, no, my all means,
officer, come in...
Slowly the door opened and he entered, suspicious. His right hand
was at his tranquilizer, no guns were permitted on the premises.
I waited, a viper in the grass, waiting for my prey. He checked
the stalls, I was in the 2nd stall, crouched on the toliet so he
could not see my feet. No doubt he expected me to be in the last
one, the most roomy and furthest away from the door. He opened
the door to the second stall not expecting to see anything. But
my nasty little grin was there.
I leapt on him, his head hitting the ground with a nice crack.
Unconscious. That was way easier than I had expected. Laughing, I
took his keys and his tranquilizer. I then dragged him into the
shall and went to the exit of the bathroom. I glanced around, all
clear, no nurses, no doctors, no guards. I darted from the
restroom and down the hall, there was a closet where the nurses
and doctors and other orderlies kept their uniforms. I had seen
it several times on my daily visit with the psychologist bastard.
I found it in minutes.
Hurriedly I opened the door and closed it behind me. Working as
fast as I possibly could, I changed out of my 'prison' uniform
and slipped on a doctors' coat. I ruffled my hair and pulled it
into an obscure style. I pocketed the traq and keys then left the
room. There was a nurse outside, I paid absolutely no attention
to her and headed to the elevator. She totally ignored me save a
"Hello, Doctor." YES! Perfect! There was no one in the
elevator and I landed on the ground floor without trouble.
Suddenly I heard the the alarm sound. They must've found the
guard.
I moved swiftly towards the exit, trying to look conspicious.
Nurses were rushing around, alarmed by the loud siren-like noise.
I had my hand on the exit when someone called me. "Doctor!
We have a--" I bolted, the door flew open and I sprinted. I
only paused twice to fire from my traquilizer, both tries missed
so I gave up on that. I ran, there was no way they could catch
me, they were caught too offguard. No one had expected this. It
was late afternoon and the sun was beginning to lower in the
horizon.
There was nothing out there but tall crops and cattle! I plunged
into a wheatfield and made my way through blindly. I dug through
the golden-grown forest for what seemed like an hour. The voices
and shouts of my pursurs faded and disappeared. I walked around
in a circle and made a tiny clearing in the crops. I was tired,
but the excitement still pumped through my veins. I had gotten
this far, I needed to finish this. I glanced upward, the sun was
an orange-pink glow now, the darkness setting in. After a brief
break I was on the move again, I plowed in one direction, I had
to come to the end of this maze eventually.
After another hour I finally broke through the walls of wheat. I
could see the bright lights of down-town Odaiba in the far
distance. No way I could walk the distance in one night. I was
hungry as well. I felt my eagarness die away. Even if I could
cover the distance, what would I do? I was weaponless save the
tranquilizers. And I was running short of ammo on that anyway.
Each stupid tranq was only filled with five darts. I had already
used two. Three probably won't be enough. He had a weapon made to
kill, I had a weapon to stun.
You should have never tried it, Yamato, the voice lectured, you
have no chance out here. Odaiba is miles away and you are beat.
The officers at the psychoward are going to be looking for you.
You have no chance! SHUT UP! I HATE that VOICE! It WON'T Shut UP!
Furiously I looked around, there had to be sometimes he could
steal...a car, a truck, something?! He HAD to get to Odaiba
before the sonuvabitch murderer gets away! There! A horse was
tied to a post a distance away. Horses were fast right?
I hurried to the beast, it totally ignored me as I untied it and
climbed onto his back. I had only ridden a horse twice. Neither
time had went well, but oh well...I pulled the right rein,
turning the horse around, once it was facing the city, I kicked
and we took off. The wind blew past me, ripping at my face and
pulling my hair backwards. I gripped the reins rightly and leaned
forward, trying to sheild myself from the merciless winds. I was
going to kill him! I was! And no one will stop me! I squeezed my
legs and forced the animal faster. My vision blurred and I could
not see much but the blackess around me and the distant glow of
the city.