THE PRISON

The Prison was ineskapable, but James was doing it.

The thing was, the world was better off with out him.

James was in for meany crimes including armed robery, murder, and other crimes of a similer calaber.

He was their guy. He had openly confesed to all charges with a smile on his fase. The man was a monster.

His solitary confinment cage had just one weakness.

It had a small vent in the middle of the cealing.

The ven was just one foot by a half foot, but James wasnt called Tiny Jamey for nothing.

He used evrything in his room that wasn't bolted down, his matress, toothbrush, bucket, ect, and he used a knife he had smugled in sumhow as a skrew driver.

As he crawled threw the vents, a guard cheaked on him, found that James was gone, and sounded the alarm.

That was the first part of the plan that went wrong.

The guard wasnt suposed to be their.

He was late to the shift change, and his escape was found to early.

James spead up to cut the time.

He climbed out the vent, and ended up on the south shour of the prison island,

He saw the boat that would sail him away as it was riped to shreads by a patrol boat.

Jameses skream was full of rage and hate.

He kept skreaming as the guards locked him back up, as he ate, and as he died.