Eden At last

Leon On The Loose

On reaching the cell, where Leon was kept, Alfred felt a bit disillusioned by the fact that he is infected by some mind controlling bugs. By the time, Alfred’s foot thuds grabbed the prisoner’s attention, he peered over his book. “There is been hardly any visiting, mate”, Leon spoke slowly leaving big gaps of silence between the words. ’Well I am here for a little bit of chit chat’, Alfred said cautiously in no manner of enraging his temper. “Chit chat … strange… hardly why people appear in prison”, said Leon. Leon‘s behaviour made Alfred uncomfortable, he had hardly seen a mink with the patience of a monk. ‘You don’t seem troubled, are you?’ said Alfred. “It depends… moreover any determined mind can control it with the power of meditation”, the excessive casualness in his tone, made Alfred trust his sanity. Alfred grew closer to his cell, gripping the bars firmly with his hands. That’s when Leon screamed out loud… moaning in pain, “Urgh… ahhhhh… God”. ‘Hey what happened… fight that thing… fight, come on’ Alfred’s voice merely audible amidst the loud grunts. “GO… GO AWAY… LEAVE YOU MUST…” Leon suddenly groaned in pain. Alfred interrupted, ’Wait… I can help; I might be able to calm that thing’. “GET ME SOME WATER WILL YOU”.

 Alfred walked out to a sort of table and grabbed glass of water and then headed back to the cell. Alfred’s arms flung through the small gaps between the bars, in a manner to reach for Leon. A twisted smile glowed in Leon’s lips or a while and then faded as he headed his hand for the bottle. That’s when the true intentions of Leon’s hysterics revealed. He at once caught Alfred’s arm and pulled it with all the might he could gather. The sudden jerk led Alfred to a violent collapse with the steel bars. His face was strangely affixed into the space between the bars and his head was bleeding,  following the collision. Leon grabbed Alfred by another arm and started pulling it to promote any dislocations. But later he came to know that all his measures to resist Alfred were of no use, since he passed out after the first blow to the head. Everything became extremely easy for Leon, with negligible resistance from the sense less body of Alfred. With all the effort, there still lacked the means of getting out of the cell. So, he started to bang the steel bars in order to create enough noise to call the guards.

 The purpose served well,  and a small somewhat of a short man with a g*n pointing at the prisoner appeared from the dark hall ways. The guard was clearly jolting; his palms became so sweaty that in any minute, the g*n could slip away. He was definitely a new recruit.” Hey, you there free me... and throw the g*n in the cell”, the prisoner ordered. The guard was still rooted to his spot, with no hint of what can be done. ”Or else…you want to take chances do you? You don’t look so good. Hand me the g*n and I will keep you unharmed”, said Leon holding a small knife before Alfred’s throat.”I...err order you toooo release the hostage Mister”, the little guard squeaked trying to hide his true emotions. A fight of confidence that was, the guard had never been into such a situation so he looked pale every time Leon screamed. The balance soon shifted and the prisoner had easily over willed the guard to do as commanded. The cell door flung open, and the prisoner stepped out of his cell. A weak but evil smile glowed in his lips after the completion of his goal.

 Nobody in this world would ever believe that the man is under some mind control. His flaunts and moves looked so usual as if he was doing it intentionally by his own will, but the truth is that he was controlled by the chip. Then he shifted his attention to the whimpering guard and listlessly shot the guard. The blood drained his clothes in a minute, and it triggered the mink’s instincts. The prisoner, who looked so himself a few moments back, was now transformed into a flesh devouring monster. The gunshot brought other guards into the scene. Although they didn’t remained very alive before reaching the dungeon.  Leon carefully shot every one before they could rise from the dark hallway. Their bodies allowed Leon’s ever growing thirst for flesh to satisfy. After completing his meal he left the place, and the floor was flooding with blood. From then, Leon was officially on the loose. The next time Alfred’s eyes opened, he sensed him alive in sort of a room… a small room to be precise with computer installed and a crowd of people hanging over each other’s shoulders gazing towards a computer. The image seemed to fade way when a figure ran to him. ’You well, mate… you were bleeding’, a known voice soothed Alfred’s ear. He rested his head in sort of a reinforced pillow and then it hit Alfred of what havoc he had caused. ’Milo… what happened, the last thing I remember Leon’. He was quickly cut by another familiar voice, the unpleasant one of course,”He is on the loose and who shall we thank it for”. It was Mazey he led a cold grunt. The next thing he could hear was Toni and Milo asking her to keep her mouth shut. A sense of guilty sprang through Alfred’s weak body.    

His emotions have let him down, again. ”On the bright side, we have the coordinates of the Kommunist clan’s headquarters and we might also be able to get in their mainframe, if”, a calm voice surged amongst the plain silence.