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One Way Out - Chapter 8

Hey guys, it's Poke here! Firstly, I really want to apologise for keeping you guys waiting do long for this update, as I broke my promise of updating on a regular basis. I have been busy with my exams, celebrating my birthday, and most recently enjoying a vacation. But now the exams are over, and so here come the chapters! Once again, thanks for reading, and I'm sorry for keeping you waiting this long. I'm gonna also introduce some time skips to speed up the story a bit, I'm sure you don't mind!

But enough of me rambling on, here's the well-awaited eighth chapter of One Way Out!

Six Days Later...

So... My cellmate... Kaz... The guy who actually makes me feel at home.... Or as it turns out, one of the most flirtatious sons of bitches that I have ever met! It turns out that he heard my entire "session" a few nights ago. And sure enough, that particular subject kept pestering me both during that day, and during my slumber! But to be honest, I guess I had it coming. He's been nice enough not to tell the rest about it, much to my relief.

But as I awoke on the day that commemorated my first week at Nacrene Prison, I was left in a state as flustering as that particular incident.

Firstly, I woke up normally - as you do - and out of instinct I just wiped my eyes to clear any sleep that was left in me. But as soon as I turned my vision to the right, I found a certain Samurott, already up before me, and in the process of getting dressed! _'What's the problem with this?'_you may be asking. Well, to be honest it was quite a normality for me at that stage, but what he did next is what made my skin turn beet red.

Upon noticing me waking up, he stopped dressing. Then he winked at me, and fucking blew a kiss at me! That's right, Kaz was now full-on flirting with me! Even though this was a few days after he told me he knew about my session, he had never been that full-on with me before! Only going as far as to speak to me with a rather cheeky tone in his voice.

Yep, I was completely flabbergasted and flustered by his little flirtation act. And as soon as I started blushing, he burst out laughing and walked over to me, speaking to me in a voice that depicted pure innocence. He greeted me, saying: "So, you're awake, Vito!" and then chuckled, buttoning up the collar of his orange jumpsuit, and even had the audacity to pull my bed sheets off of me!

"Time to get up, before the warden drags you out!" he warned me, whilst still keeping that cheery, innocent chime to his voice. And with that, the horrid sound of that bell ringing resounded throughout the entire cell hall. It was alarming enough to rifle enough strength in me to immediately dive out of that bed, and to get my jumpsuit on in a hurry. Sure enough, this sudden alertness elicited a few poorly-hidden giggles from Kaz. I was becoming more and more of a comedy act for the Samurott every day.

I was about to tell Kaz to shut up, but before I even had the opportunity, I heard the cell doors open, and in came that unusually-thin Emboar guard, with his wooden baton in hand. Accompanying him was a Gallade, who immediately flipped over the two mattresses on the bunk beds, and scanned the exposed metal meshing of it. I should have known... Sunday was one of the days where they frisk the cells!

"You wouldn't happen to have any contraband on you, do you?" The fire-type asked Kaz, who simply shook his head and told him:

"No sir."

The Gallade then signalled to the Emboar that the bunk beds were clear, and he then moved on to the bookshelf, and knocked off everything on it. After checking this shelf, he gave out a defeated sigh, and after checking any other places, told the Emboar: "It's clean. These ladies don't have anything in. Apart from those books with the weird names... But eh... Nothing to get worked up over..."

Despite the dismissive announcement from the Gallade, the skinny Emboar kept his persistent nature, finally turning to face me, with a cocky, smug smirk plastered on his face. "Hello, mister grass ass... You wouldn't happen to have anything on you that's... contraband?" he even went as far as to slip his hands into my pockets, most definitely searching for anything he could get his grubby mitts on.

I just growled and replied bitterly: "No, sir. I don't. Please get your paws out of my pockets." And with that, the Emboar gave a rather disappointed sigh, and withdrew his hands.

"Aw... Nothing on you. I had quite a few plans for you..." he remarked, and to be honest, it fucking disturbed me to no end. What exactly did he have in mind?

But before I could say anything, he turned his back and exited, along with his Gallade friend who cast a rather weird frown at us before leaving. Kaz was then examining the cell, rather annoyed at the state the guards left it in. "Those pricks never clean up after themselves..." and with that, he picked up a mattress and threw it back onto the lower bunk, followed by the remaining mattress being thrown onto the upper bunk.

"So, what have we got today?" I asked Kazuo, as we were in the same group on Wednesdays and Sundays, and today was a Sunday. Kazuo smiled ans told me: "I think we have wood shop... You shouldn't have too much trouble with it... But you do need to strengthen up a bit to keep it that way!" Great, a friendly reminded just turned into a warning! Guess my earlier assumptions of having to bulk up were correct...

But before I could really reply, I could hear a lot of shouting downstairs, and soon a sickening smacking sound resounded throughout the hall, followed by a pained squeal. We both rushed out and looked down, noticing that it was the same Grumpig who had suffered beating after beating during the week. The overweight swine was on the floor, covering his stomach whilst moaning in pain. Jeez, couldn't they cut this poor guy a break?!

To make matters worse, many of the inmates were actually taunting the Manipulate Pokémon, who struggled to get up, only to be berated by a guard, with his club in hand.

"That'll teach you to decorate the walls with your blood! You're on the punishment group for vandalising government property!" and with that, he shoved the Grumpig onto his feet, and kicked him into a corridor, vanishing from eyesight.

I was upset enough with the appalling conduct I had witnessed in this prison, and I looked at Kaz , who had a look that was more of a presentation of pity, than of outrage. I wanted to get his views on this.

"Kaz... What the hell did that guy do that causes him to get treated like absolute crap?" I asked the blue otter, who just shook his head and sighed, before opening his mouth to speak.

"Well... How do I put this... That Grumpig's name is Randy Fulcher, and he's... what they call a kiddy fiddler." He replied to me, and this caused my eyes to widen.

"A kiddy fiddler... Wait...! You mean.. h-he screws kids?" I asked him. And he just gave a slow, solemn nod. Good god... I'd hate to be in Randy's shoes.

"Yep... The inmates despise people who harm children in any way. Even rapists hate those types of criminals... But if I show that I'm sympathetic... We'll be marked men. We won't make it out of this place alive." Jeez... This place was becoming more and more of a nightmare asylum...

"Okay Kaz... If you say so. I guess we have to do what you said." And with that, we looked to the right, and noticed to the far left that Haxorus who had traumatised the Grumpig to the core. He seemed to have been busy taunting said pokémon, as there was a lot of noise coming from that part of the cell hall.

The sick bastard almost sensed my presence, as he almost immediately cocked his head in my direction, and an ever-so-heinous smile formed on his face, and he cast a knowing wink at me, almost taunting me. To be honest, the mere thought of that Haxorus frightens me even to the present day.

But fortunately, Kaz was there to snap me out of it. He immediately pulled my head away from him, and towards the direction of the metallic flight of stairs. "Hey! Keep your head away from that maniac!" Kaz angrily whispered to me, in a tone which was quite foreign to his usual cheery, optimistic chime.

I was about to say something to the Samurott, but something in my mind told me not to. Somehow this seemed the most logical thing to do, as the Haxorus would've most likely heard it, and probably give him new ammunition. Guess we just needed to eat. With that little warning, we went down to that drab cafeteria, to see what inedible foodstuff they were going to serve to us that day.

Well, as it turned out, it was the same crappy porridge that they had given us almost every day, with a biscuit that'd probably break your teeth if you chewed it. Only thing I could really savour was the glass of water, and even something as simple as that was lukewarm, and smelled funny. Fortunately, I had the wit of our new clique to thank for making the rather unpleasant meal sound interesting.

Nico was up to his usual antics, that being that he poked fun at several guards that came past, but he cleverly stayed out of trouble by using words that'd confuse any passers by. It got to the point of being absolutely ludicrous that it was too funny.

"Oh... You know that guard, there?" Nico told our table, and pointed to a Lucario patrolling past, with baton in hand. We all either nodded or muttered "yeah" to him in response.

"I heard he secretly likes to put his cakes in the trash can!" he exclaimed, and this caused many of the occupiers to burst out laughing at that point. But I was confused as hell! I'd never heard such weird terms before!

But just as I opened my mouth to ask Matt what they were talking about amidst the cackling sessions, he beat me to the punch and whispered in my ear: "He's basically saying that the guard's

a closet gay..." At that point, I let out a tiny gasp, and chuckled along with it as well, finding the elaborate terms a bit humorous than before.

But the Lucario was certainly NOT finding the conversation funny, and before we knew it, he was at our table in a heartbeat, clearly wanting some answers from us.

"What did you say about me?!" the Lucario guard asked the Nidoking with anger and annoyance in his voice. But Nico just kept smiling at him, clearly not affected by the Canine Pokémon's angry demands. He just repeated his statement from before.

"I said, you secretly like to put your cakes in the trash can!" he exclaimed. Now, the Lucario was becoming less angry and annoyed, and more confused and bewildered.

"What?!" He asked again, clearly not understanding what Nico was truly implying. He just kept grinning, not budging one bit from his seat.

The Lucario soon gave up on trying to get answers out of us, and le out a heavy sigh and stormed off, muttering under his breath: "These idiots are gonna drive me insane one of these days... " After what those bastards did to Delrin a week ago, I think they deserved to lose their sanity. Speaking of which, Delrin was sent to the infirmary after we turned him in, and he was due to be released the next day.

And after that, we began talking about how we should give Delrin a warm welcome back to life in Nacrene Prison.

"Should we all pitch in ta' get 'im somethin'?" Nathan asked us, seemingly happy at the thought of welcoming Delrin back.

"Uh... That does sound nice, but what should we get him?" Matt asked, as most of the group members barely knew what the Charmeleon was interested in.

"Well... The best way that most guys express themselves in this place is by music..." Marcel piped in, in his usual emotionless voice.

"You just gave me an idea, Marcel!" Nico exclaimed joyously. "How about we get El Ray to get him a harmonica!"

Upon hearing mention of this El Ray figure, I had to find out who he was. "Who's El Ray?" I asked.

The Nidoking just smiled at me and replied: "Well, El Ray's this Sableye who works in the laundry every day. He actually manages to get contraband supplies in every day, without the screws ever knowing they exist!" Nice! Someone who actually had the ability to keep us in touch with the outside world!

"Damn!" I exclaimed out loud. "That sounds like a pretty good idea. How do we get to this El Ray?"

Nico then paused for a second. "Hmm... Well, there's always one of us who works in the laundry each day. Today's my turn, so leave it to me. It should get to us by tomorrow, and he'll have it delivered to my cell." I nodded and let the Nidoking continue.

"And then, when the librarian comes to our cell block for his daily book run, I'll have him deliver it to Delrin's cell. He's only a few cells away from me."

Though, I was a bit sceptical at how these people were able to go into harm's way without some form of payment to compensate things. "But... Do they do that for free? That's a bit risky..."

Just as Nico was about to reply, he was interrupted by a certain Gabite to the far end of the table. Marcel chuckled and told me:

"Heh, you have no idea how the system works, do you? You see, we do give these guys some payment for their services. Usually small things like a few cigarettes. The screws are stupid enough to give us up to three packs of cigarettes each week. Kiss their asses long enough, and they'll let you have up to five cartons!"

I just nodded in understanding, but there was a huge red flag up ahead. "I see... But I don't smoke..."

This just elicited more chuckles from Marcel, clearly revelling in the fact that he had some fresh meat to show around.

"Heh, you don't HAVE to smoke them, Vito! They're pretty much the closest thing to currency in this stagnant place. If you wanna get through this place with a breeze, then you best accept every smoke that's given to you!" Well, that's got me there.

And with that, we continued talking for about another ten minutes, talking mostly about what we had for work that day, and then we made plans about when to meet up with lunch. By then, we should've known whether we would be receiving the pleasure of El Ray's service.

After that ten minutes, the bell rang again, with its dreadful noise resounding throughout my ears. It certainly did its job again, immediately flushing me upward out of my seat. The others followed suit, albeit a bit slower.

I then bade the guys farewell, saying goodbye to them and smiling. This pleasantness was actually growing on me a bit. Nico replied with a similar farewell:

"Bye, Vito! Say hi to Kaz for me!" He said as I was making my way to the exit, ready for a rather mundane morning inside the wood shop.

Yeah I will... Wait, HOW did he know about me and Kaz?! There's another thing I need to question...

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So, there you go! The long-awaited eighth chapter of One Way Out! I do apologise for the rather slow movement in some parts of the chapter, but trust me, the next few chapters are gonna make up for it! Please don't forget to drop in some feedback, and if you have any issues with the fic, be sure to give constructive criticism! Any flames with no suggestions will most likely be deleted.

Until next time, this is PokeCJG, signing off!