Story (The Basics)

This is a rough wirte up in a more short story style, this is the very basics of my idea:

Sirens pierce the pitch black of night. Spotlights scatter through the dark skyline searching for the unknown.

 Inside the prison of steel and concrete Smith strolls casually along the dark corridor lit by low orange glowing lights. Walking with a slow, powerfully stride holding his AK-97 across his body like a medal of honour. With every stride a hint of metal jingles menacingly amplified by the endless cold concrete surroundings. Smith looked from left to right slowly and casually, checking each miniature cell as he passed.

Slowing, with an almost indecipherable unease, the guard peers cautiously into the cell on his left. In focusing pass the rusting solid steel bars into the blackness. The silence is aminous. Smith leans closer towards the cell with an unnerving slowness. Slowly taking in the empty cell Smith jerks upright and turns raising his left hand to his chest to press the ‘mic’ button on his console. Suddenly the guard is pulled backwards connecting with solid bars. Strong hands move sharply holding his helmet. Then SNAP! Smith’s lifeless body crumbles into a heap on the floor.

The strong hands grope the body searching for the metallic key card around his neck. A chirpy beep sounds as blue flash fills the room. The cell door screeches protesting as a dark silhouette forces it open. The silhouette moves into the corridor with a graceful movement and stretches expertly and with an unnatural quickness sprints into the distance.

The control room suddenly a blaze with sirens and a dark crimson flashing. Three guards stumble to their feet grabbing there side arms from the desk. With movements so smooth they must have been practiced for years the guards fall into a triangular formation, moving swiftly along the dark corridors. Sweeping expertly from side to side, lighting the way with equipped UV torches attached to the view finders of their standard AK-97rifles. The guards slow as they approach block J, creeping forwards placing one front slowly in front of the other.

In the distance a almost inaudible scrape catches the guards alert. They snap towards the sound. A hand is raised. The lead guard steps forward. Focusing through his aiming circle. Sirens scream. Out of the darkness, leaping comes the prisoner. His body quakes as it falls and explodes with horrible dark bone coloured thorns all over his body. A face with eyes as black as the night hurtles towards the lead guard frozen in the fear. The prisoner forces the guard to the ground and with his unnerving quickness picks up the body like a ragdoll as the two guards open fire. Shielding himself with the now limp body of the guard he moves forwards as the guard begin to retreat. A loud click echoes. The corner of the prisoners lip curl upwards in a sinister smile. The limp body of the lead guard tumbles to the floor and with a large sweeping motion the prisoner forces his arm across his body launching two large thorns straight into the guards’ jugglers. They collapse grasping their throats as a river of blood pours onto the concrete floor.

The prisoner glides easily over the pile of body’s disappearing into the darkness in silence.