I sat down with my bowl of popcorn, drenched in butter, just the way I liked it. I picked up the TV remote and flipped thought the channels. It was the same old stuff as always, advertising for the newest toys, or soap operas about Italian families who never get along. I stopped at the news channel.
“There have been reports of an escape from the Rockfield Prison. A man, who murdered 37 people, including three police officers, was reported missing from the prison today. He was last seen by inmates yesterday night at around 9:40. It is still uncertain if he escaped, or if he’s been killed and hidden by enemies in the prison, although another guard was found dead this morning near his cell.”
I got up from my chair and walked to the kitchen. It had been months since I last had popcorn. I had forgotten how much butter to put in. Hadn’t put enough. I put it down because I had a sudden urge to pee. After using the restroom, I walked outside and got in the police cruiser. I roamed around the neighborhood until I found a house with no cars, but lights inside.
I parked the car on the road and got out. I walked to the back of the house, and through the window saw a light. I could see someone on a computer, on a website with a black background, and red logos everywhere. As I was walking to the window, I looked down at my right arm.
The orange jumpsuit was bloodstained up and down the arms, and some was on my chest too. I decided to keep it that way, better to surprise this victim.
Original Author: TheWaiter