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- Posted: Mon, 24 Sep 2012 01:21:06 +0000
The man in the cell was such a very nice man, if not a little kooky. An actual carriage coming for them? He’d have better luck getting away with setting the library on fire and getting away with it. Which means that he wouldn’t have any luck at all. Get it, because he already got caught for it once? Even though he hadn’t really done it. Or had he? (Dundundundun.) There was a mystery that needed to be solved . Maybe the nice man – well, Heist he had said, and that was weird, because such a nice suit with such a cool name? Suspicious, Zale thought with shifty eyes that ended with him seeing double – could help him out. Though he let out a huge gasp when he questioned Zale’s identity. “Why I never!” Though he wasn’t entirely sure why he said that, well, he thought it sounded quite positively proper. And he wanted to be proper when faced with a gentleman like Heist. He righted his back and sat straight for once in the life that he was able to remember clearly – which mean the previous five or so hours.
“Say, when we go out, would you like a spot of tea, nancy boy?” He happened to say a few moments, for some reason appearing quite capable of speaking normally for once before the jail went to hell. Quite literally, if the screams were to go by in the distance. Meanwhile, Zale was humming pleasantly and making knitting motions with his hands. It was quite handy to know how to knit even if he had never done it properly. And then he realized that oh, that was the string from the skirt that he had on. Which had now been reduced to a mini. He … did not know what to make of the predicament. Oh well, they were going out of fashion anyways, the voice from Sarah Kelly said in the back of his mind, who had been a very nice girl before he had accidentally caused her to fall near the stairs and break her spine. Really such a pity. He had just been about to ask her about those good churros, too.
And then suddenly there was someone down there that was melting the bars.
… Zale should have been more surprised. But nope. He had seen everything. Floating man in an invisible vehicle? Meh. Seen it.
But then he realized that when the bars were melted, it meant that he was officially able to break out of jail with the strange people. Strangers that were stealing him away from the hideous cell with stain marks on the walls and rusted old metal that creaked even when it was being burned.
Zale shed a single tear.
“Goodbye, jail cell. It was nice to know you.” He was very reluctant to leave. It had been his home for half an hour! ‘twas longer than most others, you know. And now he would never be able to say that he’d had the full experience. So many people had told him that it was quite the show to see someone drop the soap, though he couldn’t really find out why watching soap fall was so interesting. He’d done it before and it was more annoying than anything else.
But then in a flash, there was something that he was seeing at the corner of his eye. Something very exciting. And when he turned, Zale stared. For a moment various cellmates that were watching enviously could swear that there were sparkles in the background.
A man claiming to rescue them, melting the bars, and an invisible vehicle as he seemed to claim.
Zale was quite skeptic until he slammed head first into the vehicle. Then he decided that Heist had been telling the truth.
He smiled with all the innocence of a rescued damsel in distress (though he’d been quite happy in there and the checklist that he’d done was all for naught, boo.) and curtsied to the newcomer.
He turned to Heist. “You we’right! A prince! A real lif’prince! I feel lik’I’m in Disney right no’…” And he believed him and watched with interest as the man looked for his keys. Invisible keys. (Seen it.)
And then suddenly, he was sitting in a vehicle and he was told that he was going to be fed to a so called Sentinel.
“Not su’if bad, I’v’always though’that being swallowed wou’be pretty coo’…” Because then you could say that your arm was in an animal and you could use it to tear it from the inside. Though he had no certainty that Sentinel was an animal. It could be a robot. Could robot even eat things?
“You wer’my only hope. Y’are now m’hero.” He bowed as deeply as one could while seated.
Then he blinked.
“Ooh, can I driv’?” Before anyone could protest to the idea, Zale climbed into the front seat and sat on Hellfire’s lap, taking control of the vehicle.
And then he ran over an old lady.
“I’v’been wantin’ to do tha’all day!” He said with glee. His checklist was growing shorter. He would need new dreams. It was slightly depressing, that thought. His dreams were his dreams. He needed his dreams. He would go insane if he didn’t.
He’d met his hero prince.
That should count for something right.
Then he spotted a button.
A large, red button that held his attention.
It was beautiful, calling out to him with enticing words, whispering in his ear about how much it wished to have its body pushed, pressed and grinded against the metal of the headbord. Zale drooled.
“What does thi’button do?” He muttered more to himself, and licked his thumb before pressing it to the large, red button.
Behind them, the jail exploded, and Zale’s mouth dropped.
It was unbelievable.
He’d ended his own dream without remorse.
“Now I’ll never be a convict…” He lamented to himself and sighed.
“…let’s go TP someone’s hous’!”