All Chapters of The Prison: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Why do they have fucking bow and arrow!..... When the hunter becomes the hunted, the real nightmares begin.“Who gets the bird, the

                                                        What happened here?...... Most of the times, rules are the one that complicates things.“There are no people out there, those arrows are machine operated,” Four said as if remembering a certain experience.

Waiting is the most tiring job to do.I motioned for them to be quiet and wait for my signal. The game was slowly turning into a macabre. I was wrongful to trust the prison boss that I wouldn't stain my hands. I had killed my first victim not more than three hours ago and I was now planning my second. It was another ounce of craziness.The group of men we were watching was agruing about something I couldn't hear. There were four of them and the two were aiming a gun at point blank to the two others.I gulped. We needed to move before things escalate out of our bounds. It would be better to take them all out in surprise. But the problem was, I had no available weapon to certain my victory. I had to resort with an impromptu once again. Without second thoughts, I pointed at Eight's gun and silently asked him to follow closely behind me. He nodded and I waited for him to shorten the distance between us before I went over my plan. I counted my f

Aren't we all puppets in this world?……The whiteness of the wall suddenly turned into a mesmerizing shade of cyan blue. The scenery before me changed and I was transported inside a distant memory.A mop of the brown head was caught in the corner of my eyes and I instinctively rounded to the next turn, trying to escape the guy. I run, bumping a few times to the throngs of passing students. He wasn't supposed to make contact with me at school. It was too dangerous for the both of us; I could not be associated with him. Something vibrated in my pocket, an incoming call. I reached for the device, pressing the off button. Head cast down, hair framing my face; I moved out to the parking lot and onto my car."I'm not yet done thinking," I said, a hand grabbed my arm before I could open my door. "You are not supposed to be in here."He ignored my words. "Six weeks," he whispered close to my ears. I yanked away from my arm but his grip was firm. He wanted an answer and he would not leave with

Aren't we all puppets in this world?……The whiteness of the wall suddenly turned into a mesmerizing shade of cyan blue. The scenery before me changed and I was transported inside a distant memory.A mop of the brown head was caught in the corner of my eyes and I instinctively rounded to the next turn, trying to escape the guy. I run, bumping a few times to the throngs of passing students. He wasn't supposed to make contact with me at school. It was too dangerous for the both of us; I could not be associated with him. Something vibrated in my pocket, an incoming call. I reached for the device, pressing the off button. Head cast down, hair framing my face; I moved out to the parking lot and onto my car."I'm not yet done thinking," I said, a hand grabbed my arm before I could open my door. "You are not supposed to be in here."He ignored my words. "Six weeks," he whispered close to my ears. I yanked away from my arm but his grip was firm. He wanted an answer and he would not leave with