Prison, Terrorists, and a Conspiracy: Prison

Prologue

I sat there at my desk thinking about what I was about to do. It’s crazy but necessary if Sonic is to live. Sonic is like a brother to me, and he’s saved me more times than I care to count. It’s my turn to save him for once.

It’s been one year since he has been sentenced to death for a murder he didn’t commit. Only one month till his execution. How could do they do that? After all he’s done for them! How could they believe that he killed the Mayor’s sister? Why would he do that? What could possibly be the motive? I know Sonic is innocent. He told me himself, and he wouldn’t lie to me.

I have to break him out before his execution. I considered just going in with the Tornado and flying in to save him, but after some consideration I decided against it. That would only get him in more trouble, as if he wasn’t in enough trouble already. I needed to get him out secretly; long enough to make our escape and be long gone by the time they realized we’re gone. I needed to get into Station Square Penitentiary. I needed to become a convict.

I began planning to break Sonic out from the inside. I designed an intricate tattoo with the steps of my escape as well as the prison blueprints, which I gained through occupational means, hidden inside. Nobody would ever know what it was for. It was genius! I hired a private tattoo artist to apply it to my body. I made sure she got everything right, down to the tiniest detail. Man, was it painful! There wasn’t much time between sessions, so my body didn’t have time to prepare before it was time for the next application. Knuckles worried about me when he first saw it. He thought I had gone Goth or something, but I can’t blame him. After Sonic was convicted I isolated myself from everyone. He had reason to worry, but I told him not to.

The tattoo was only the beginning. If I wanted to get out with Sonic I was going to need help. I had chosen several convicts to aid my escape. I made sure they wouldn’t refuse by doing research on them, but there was one more piece to the puzzle, Amy.

Amy was now working at the penitentiary. It was obvious she just wanted to be close to Sonic (poor guy can’t even get away from her in prison), but she claimed she just wanted to help. There were only a select few who knew what I was up to. Amy was not one of them. If push came to shove, I couldn’t be sure she wouldn’t talk. She worked as a nurse in the infirmary-- in the very room we would escape through. I needed to prepare the room for our escape without her figuring out what I was up to. I had to admit I hadn’t seen her in awhile, and it would be nice to see her again after all this time but I wasn’t going there for her. I was going for Sonic.

Evidence of my plan was everywhere in my apartment. I had to get rid of it. Details of the plan were pinned all over the back wall as pictures, newspaper articles, and blueprints. I got up from my chair and tore it all off leaving only holes in the wall where the pins used to be. I bundled the papers together and shredded them. No evidence was left except for the computer. I walked over to it and detached the external hard drive from the USB port. I took it and walked outside to the balcony overlooking Station Square. It was beautiful at night. With all my strength I chunked the hard drive into the fountain below. No one could stop me now! I looked at the clock on my wall. It read five-thirty in the morning. It was time. I went into my room and got my coat off the bed. (It was cold in January). I put on the coat and walked to the closet. I opened it and took down a brown shoebox from the top shelf. I opened it and there lay a shiny 33mm pistol. I took it out and cocked it. The sound sent shivers down my spine.

I looked around my apartment one last time before I left. I may never see this place again, I thought with intense emotion. With determination in my mind, I opened the door and left down the hallway. It was time to save Sonic! It was time to save my brother!