Liam Fort
Ms. Sanchez
Honors English 1, Period 2
6 September 2016
Escaping Freedom My name is Robert Martin, and I only have one thing to say: it wasn’t me. Sure, I usually had to fire a couple of shots at the people in the banks to get them to keep quiet, but it was Reynold who was the real beast, both during our heists and after them. When the cops showed up that one day, Reynold figured that he was better off a fugitive. I had creased out the part of my memory that told me he was a cold-blooded barbarian who had killed before and would gleefully kill once more. As I stood at the door to the bank, acting as a guard, I felt a sudden rush against my side. The next thing I knew, I was on the ground, and a cop was on top of me, holding down …show more content…
I told him my agreement with his decision and he offered to take me with him. I instantly accepted his offer and he filled me in on the details. When we would get back into our cells, he would attempt to overpower one of the guards with his knife and take the keys. He would then come to my cell and free me, and we would exit through a window in the main cell block as the other prisoners slept. Alas, we chose to have this conversation in public. That night, I awaited Roswell’s arrival and lay awake in my bed, listening for any sound of his appearance. After several hours, I heard someone arriving in front of the cell, and the door began to rattle. I looked up at the door only to see a guard coming straight at me with his fists. Once again, the world enveloped itself in a coat of black as I went unconscious. I awoke strapped down in a chair. A low humming emerged from above me. As I blinked and cleared my eyes, I knew what my fate had brought. I was in a compact room with a narrow spectating room on one side. Across from this room stood a priest in the corner, who was murmuring to a guard. The priest noticed that I was awake and exited the room, giving me one last look of clemency. The guard came over to me, smiling, and began to speak in a sarcastic lilt. “Guess what, sweetheart? Your expiration date got moved up, and magically that happens to be today! That’s what happens to people who try to outsmart the system! Any last
Ms. Sanchez
Honors English 1, Period 2
6 September 2016
Escaping Freedom My name is Robert Martin, and I only have one thing to say: it wasn’t me. Sure, I usually had to fire a couple of shots at the people in the banks to get them to keep quiet, but it was Reynold who was the real beast, both during our heists and after them. When the cops showed up that one day, Reynold figured that he was better off a fugitive. I had creased out the part of my memory that told me he was a cold-blooded barbarian who had killed before and would gleefully kill once more. As I stood at the door to the bank, acting as a guard, I felt a sudden rush against my side. The next thing I knew, I was on the ground, and a cop was on top of me, holding down …show more content…
I told him my agreement with his decision and he offered to take me with him. I instantly accepted his offer and he filled me in on the details. When we would get back into our cells, he would attempt to overpower one of the guards with his knife and take the keys. He would then come to my cell and free me, and we would exit through a window in the main cell block as the other prisoners slept. Alas, we chose to have this conversation in public. That night, I awaited Roswell’s arrival and lay awake in my bed, listening for any sound of his appearance. After several hours, I heard someone arriving in front of the cell, and the door began to rattle. I looked up at the door only to see a guard coming straight at me with his fists. Once again, the world enveloped itself in a coat of black as I went unconscious. I awoke strapped down in a chair. A low humming emerged from above me. As I blinked and cleared my eyes, I knew what my fate had brought. I was in a compact room with a narrow spectating room on one side. Across from this room stood a priest in the corner, who was murmuring to a guard. The priest noticed that I was awake and exited the room, giving me one last look of clemency. The guard came over to me, smiling, and began to speak in a sarcastic lilt. “Guess what, sweetheart? Your expiration date got moved up, and magically that happens to be today! That’s what happens to people who try to outsmart the system! Any last