Prison Escape
A commission for StrangledDragons on FA in what may be the final story featuring Ivan!
(not stinkin' likely)
Prison escape
Ivan paced in his solitary confinement cell, his mind racing as he prepared for the long day. His years in prison had been tough, but nothing the powerful trucker could not handle. The endless stream of rape and murder victims had eventually caught up with him and left him serving a life sentence. And anyone that shared his cell soon found themselves in the medical ward or dead. It seemed Ivan still liked to scratch the itch of raping and choking those weaker than him. He had disturbed the existing gang dynamics enough that every prisoner became more aggressive - eliminating any leniency from the warden and guards. Ivan was sure they were intimidated by his power, and knew they hated him. He knew that he would never be granted parole. As far as the law was concerned, he would stay inside the walls of this prison for his entire life.
If it wasn't for his old fuck-mate in the kitchens he wouldn't even know why he had been moved to the solitary wing. None of the guards had explained it. Good thing the fat warden liked to run his mouth when he received a blow-job on his breaks! He was to be executed by lethal injection, two weeks from now, unofficial. There was court order allowing for his sentence to change from "life" to "death" but the warden know how to play the system better than any mob boss or high-class lawyer. Despite the komodo's death being caused by the lethal cocktail, the autopsy by the prison doctor who would declare "a heart attack" as the cause before his corpse was thrown into the communal grave within the prison grounds. All that would end today, in this dull cloudy morning - in the few hours of dim light before the sun rose. This was his best chance of escaping. He had managed to warn his gang - the ones that had avoided jail time - about what was coming. The brick below the window bars had already been weakened by the powerful lizard, he had enough towels and rope to lower himself to the yard, and he knew the only guard on the cameras during the small hours of the morning preferred to play his portable console than keep a close eye on the monitors. After dropping down to the yard, he would scale the inner wall, and the cut his way through the outer fence. There was already a pair of bolt cutters waiting there - thanks to his most loyal gang member.
Ivan sighed, sitting down on the narrow bunk as he thought about all the cell mates he had dispatched - all the lives he had taken that got him into this mess. All he had to do was wait until early dawn, when the last night patrol finished. He smirked as he lay down for one final wank inside his cell, thinking about how he would evade the cowardly death of lethal injection. He couldn't be seen to die like that, strapped to a table and pumped full of deadly chemicals. If he was going to die, it was by the hands of someone more powerful.
Carefully, Ivan lowered himself down the makeshift rope of towels and dropped onto the hard packed dirt of the yard. Keeping himself hidden beside the brick wall that divided the yard, he hurried over to the greater perimeter wall. Carefully, digging his claws and toes into the mortar between the large concrete bricks, he pulled himself up the sheer surface. He grunted from the pain of putting so much weight on his nails, but there was no alternative for this part. His determination held, and in under a minute he had scaled the 20-foot wall. Throwing his leg over the top, he paused for a few laboured breaths before easing himself over and dropping down to the overgrown grass that lined the dead-zone between the wall and outer fence. Seeing a glint of metal, he kept low and walked through the dense grass towards it. Suddenly, a claxon sounded. "Shit!" Ivan said as he heard the whir of a motor behind him. Realising he must have tripped some automated defence, he began running full speed towards the outer fence - hoping a desperate charge would be enough to break through. Otherwise he would have to climb it.
He didn't see the hidden turret raising from the ground and automatically locking on to its moving target. But he heard the loud bangs of gunshots as the turret started to discharge, and the dull thunk of the bullets striking the ground near him. As he ran, he could see tufts of grass being propelled upwards a few inches from the power of those impacts. Whatever was being fired at him was a heavy calibre.
When he came within a few feet from the fence, Ivan tensed up and hopped - ready to leap and slam himself into the heavy chain-link. But before he could spring himself upwards, he felt a strange pressure behind his eyes and his legs spasmed underneath him.
The turret locked on to the target, its motion sensors picking up and tracking the lizard that had entered its kill-zone. After a few warning shots, each spaced out by the reload time of the powerful machine, it finally reached the threshold for lethal force. The tracking system quickly calculated the trajectory for a headshot before firing one final time, launching a solid dum-dum round into the lower skull of the target. The muzzle flared - the well maintained steel shining in the burst of light - as the turret discharged with a deafening bang. The sound resonated throughout the prison grounds, echoing around the imposing buildings as smoke curled out of the hot barrel of the turret. Groaning from the force of the recoil, the strong springs of the stabilisers absorbed the force of the bullet. The bullet easily pushed through the bone and into the brain, the hollow-point helping to liquefy and destroy the delicate grey matter within. Within a fraction of a second, the concussive force of the hollow-point built until the body could no longer contain it. The build-up of pressure within the cranium caused a large portion of the skullcap to violently give way, taking an eyeball with it. As the bone splintered and flew free, a burst of blood and gore spraying out and onto the thick grass. A cloud of gory mist came from the collapsing form of the komodo, flecking the cold metal chains of the fence. The powerful lizard fell forward, one arm reflexively trying to grip the fence as his feet no longer held him upright, but merely carried his body forward on what little speed was left from his desperate run for freedom. Stumbling toward the outer fence, he collapsed onto the ground, his body landing heavily on its stomach as his legs lost any coordination and gave out. His limbs and tail jerked from the final random signals travelling down his spine, his consciousness fading from panic to the dull darkness of death. The one remaining eye was wide in shock, the tongue rolling out onto the grass as blood and brain matter seeped onto the dense growth at the base of the fence, quickly forming a wide puddle that soaked into the ex-prisoner's bright orange uniform. Almost half the skull had been shattered, many pieces now littering the dirt - as well as the eyeball that had been torn free of the body. Brain matter fell in clumps near the still thrashing body, while the blood spray from the bullet's exit had been propelled several meters, some landing beyond the fence itself. The komodo's chest still rose and fell as he breathed heavily, mostly from the adrenaline still pumping through his system. As the body slowly stopped jerking, the muscles holding back one final bladder-full of piss eased, causing a new wet stain to spread through the already soiled uniform - the potent urine mixing with the bloody pool underneath the corpse. Finally, the prisoner lay at rest, his remaining eye rolling back and chest falling one last time. The sun eventually peeked through the cloudy sky, causing the blood flecked on the body and grass to glisten like morning dew.
The guard in the CCTV room paused his game at the sound of a beeping alarm. He turned around to check one of the turret's feeds from the dead-zone, and saw the figure of a prisoner running towards the outer fence - only to get gunned down before he could reach it. Thin curls of smoke and steam rose from the turret's hot barrel. The guard pushed rewind, so he could check how a prisoner had managed to get there, and start building his alibi for slacking off his surveillance duties. "Holy fuck, it's that psycho!" the guard said as he clearly saw the face of Ivan on the screen, as well as his infamous prisoner number. Watching how the final 20 seconds played out, the guard was surprised at how clear the low-light video feed could be. Every detail of the blood and bone spray was visible, as well as the way the lizard's eye went from focused concentration, to surprise, and finally rolled back in death. "Damn... warden's gonna want to keep this one. Think I'll make a copy for myself too" The guard told the computer to make a disk copy, and then inserted his personal USB drive to make an unofficial copy. He played the video on a loop, the last 20 seconds of Ivan's life playing out again and again as his dick started to engorge at the sight of such a sudden death at the hands of the powerful automated gun. The horny officer pulled down his fly and started stroking his hot shaft. The camera's position on the turret let him easily imagine that he was the one pulling the trigger and ending the prisoner's life - it even showed the force of the recoil, causing the camera to shake. Switching the playback to slo-mo, he enjoyed the sight of the slight depression in the lizard's skull before the bullet pushed in - imagining the sound of that head bursting open from the pressure of the impact, the butt slamming into his shoulder from the recoil - before shooting his load into his waiting hand. After licking up his own semen, he radioed out to the rest of the guards, letting them know that they should send a patrol through the solitary wing, and then prepare for a celebration. Tucking himself away, the guard was glad that he finally got to see the turrets in action on a real target. The calibration and maintenance tests were enough for him to masturbate to for a while, but now that he had a live demonstration, he knew it wouldn't be enough ever again.
"What do you mean, he died?!" "You know what I mean. He reached the outer fence, then a turret took him down" the large red dragon said, his arms crossed and his voice low. He wasn't surprised that the youngest member of the gang was having a hard time believing that Ivan would end up dead - especially since he had cheated death in prison several times of the past 5 years inside. As Ivan's second in command, it was his duty to tell the group what had happened. "I waited at the rendezvous site, I heard the shots, and after 2 hours, I was sure that he didn't make it. The scanner picked up the walkie-talkies of the guards coming to fetch him." "So what happens now?" The dragon grunted, knowing this would be the hard part for the others. "Nothing. He had no relatives left, and no possessions since the company owned his truck. He was a prisoner, so his body will be buried in the grounds." "But... but it's IVAN. He wouldn't just walk in front of a turret like that, he's not that careless!" "Maybe he knew", one of the younger members said. "I mean, it's Ivan. He isn't gonna let them tie him down to a bed and kill him slowly. Maybe this was his last way to stay strong and choose his own fate" "Maybe" the sulking dragon said, trying to reclaim order over the group. "But now, we gotta deal with the facts. Ivan is gone, and we need a new leader. I think it should be me. Anyone object?" The silence that surrounded the close circle of truckers grew deeper as the dragon waited. "Good. Onto our next order of business: I know where four of those fuckers who were on patrol live. Two of them got little kids, so we're gonna pay them a visit after school - see how their parents like it when they don't come home. We can spend some time thinking up the best way to reunite them while they start a search. Not that they'll be together for long. "The other two are living together, not far from here. They get off duty at 8am. They sleep during the day. And their gas boiler is in need of a little servicing. What say we head there and have a good time before the place 'accidentally' explodes?" "Sounds like what Ivan would've wanted" "Amen to that"