Specter
With one of my tormentors laying dead at my feet, I felt some what refreshed. Maybe it was the little thrill that I got from killing him but whatever it was, it didn't last long cause a few moments later a voice appeared over the P.A. system "Attention all guards: prisoner 21758 has escaped- do not provoke on sight, contact Jonathon Samuels ASAP." The prisoner I wasn't sure about but the man, Jonathon Samuels, was the warden of this place. The escape wasn't any of my concern, but it might provide some cover while I carried out my own. "First, I need some weapons. I need my weapons." I ran out the door and through the wall into the next corridor. Luckily, I knew exactly where they kept all of the inmate's belongings (If they had any). After phasing through a couple more walls, I found myself in the hallway where the vault was located and I heard heavy footsteps heading in my direction. So I pressed myself against the wall allowing my body to become invisible. A guard came running by carrying a little girl in his arms. What's a kid doing in this place? I thought becoming visible again after they turned a corner at the end of the hallway. The large metal door had a digital lock and a sign that read 'Authorized Personnel Only'. I scoffed passing through the door into the room. Never got how they thought criminals would obey such signs. I tossed around crates until I came to one that I been stamped "Specter" in bold, red letters. Normally, they would put the real name or known alias of the person on the box but nobody knew my real name and there wouldn't be enough room to put all of my known aliases. I pried the top off with my fingertips, smiling when I looked inside. "Hello my old friends." I said picking up two silver custom-made handguns. I equipped myself with the weapons -- throwing knives, two swords, and duel handguns -- and outfit, a white Kevlar reenforced hooded body armor, from the crate. "Now. It's time to leave this hellhole..."
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