The howling of vicious barks, screeching of sirens, and roaring of motors could mean only one thing: he had been discovered. He frantically began fleeing these horrifying sounds, but he could not escape them. Knowing he could not evade his relentless pursuers, he halted and desperately searched for refuge amongst the vegetation. Despite the darkness of the somber night, he caught a glimpse of hope in some shrubbery directly to his left. The fugitive immediately lunged to the side thrusting his body into the thorn-infested bushes. The pain was excruciating, and it required all of his might to stifle a wail. Squinting to confirm that his body was properly hidden, all he could do now was silently wait in terror and plead with God for the pervading officers to proceed on past their vulnerable prey.
The ruthless guards had often scoffed at the prisoners who resorted to begging with God for liberation from this forsaken island.
"There ain't no God who would ever step foot on this island with you filthy outcasts," they growled. "You're all here because of one thing: your criminals. You blew your chance at freedom whenever you decided to violate national law, and now you're here on the hallowed grounds of Camp Sokatoah."
Danny knew that was true. Sokatoah merely served as a dump site for some of the most notorious felons convicted of indefensible crimes such as murder, rape, drug trafficking, and others. He, himself, was no exception to this trend. Danny had been charged multiple times with aggravated assault, and was eventually deported to Sokatoah after repeated offenses. He had long ago strayed off past the boundaries of redemption, but now he implored God to express that estranged concept to him.
As the sounds intensified, Danny began to quiver.
Stay Calm. You are going to survive this.
Peering through the bushes, he saw faint lights penetrate the heavy darkness. Within moments the faintness of the lights escalated into bright illumination exposing every aspect of the slumbering forest surrounding him. All it would require was one beam of light cast over to the thin bushes to exploit the trembling renegade.
The blinding lights were accompanied by the harsh voice of Commander Archibald barking out orders to his inferior officers. Archibald was an intimidating middle-aged man who had maintained his muscular build from his military days, and always wore a scowl upon his rough face. He foisted terror upon the inmates merely with his mesmerizing glare. Below his left eye rested a fierce scar that extended from his cheek bone to bridge of his nose, and this wound spawned much curiosity amongst the prisoners. Some assumed that it was acquired from military combat, but others accredited the peculiar gash to the lone man to ever escape the Sokatoah confines:
As the terrifying voices hovered around the bush, Danny contemplated surrender. Attack wasn't a viable option considering the odds favoring the voluminous wardens. If he peacefully acquiesced to them, would they spare him? Danny knew the consequences for minor violations like quarreling with fellow inmates or failing to complete your daily assignments were quite scurrilous. Considering the harsh punishment for minuscule misdemeanors, he wouldn't dare test the sadistic officers retribution for his major offense. Danny opted to remain concealed within the security of the vegetation awaiting on tenterhooks for his fate to be decided...
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Back at the grounds the prisoners were exuberant. One of their fellow inmates had escaped the fortified purlieu and was on the outskirts of the notorious island. From their solitary cells boisterous cheers resonated throughout the grounds infuriating the guards.
"Unless each one of you wants a week in Hell's Cabinet, I suggest you shut up!" snarled a guard.
"You couldn't even fit Darryl in there, let alone all of us," jeered Rayford, the comedian of the convicts. The rambunctious inmates chuckled while Darryl bellowed out profanities. Darryl was an obese prisoner accompanied by the meager height of 5'8 making him the topic of much taunting.
Stomping over to Rayford Batistelli's cell, the indignant guard threatened, "If I hear one more word from your mouth, Batistelli, I'll keep you in there for two weeks!" Silence swept over the cellblock.
Rayford scoffed at his snide threats. The guard himself was a rather plump man, and Rayford didn't hesitate to utilize that in his response.
"I'll tell you what," a grin manifested upon his face, "If you and Darryl can both fit in there, I'll let you keep me in there 'til I roast." A roar of laughter surged through the block. The prison guard was infuriated.
"That's it, you little scum! Whenever I get my hands on you," he lunged towards the iron bars with keys, "you'll regret every word!" Turmoil broke out in the chamber. Prisoners screaming and rattling bars, officers barking for silence. Chaos. The commotion was bordering upheaval until one sound silenced it all. Not one man on those grounds could mistake it. The crack of a gun. The shot that would forever change the mystique island of Sokatoah...
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