[ WP ] Prison Break

*There is no escape*, they said. *Not while this is still our prison. * 
 
 And they were completely correct. In all the years that this place was a prison, there had n't been any escapes. From petty thieves to high-profile criminals, one could n't help but admire how well locked-up they were. Though it was n't always this way. 
 
 The mismatched colors of the prison in all colors and shades gave off a very unconvincing vibe, so of course there would be skeptics in that area. Evidently they were short of funding, or something of that sort. 
 
 Though either way, it was still a very appropriate look for a prison - Brick walls rising in all directions, bars and barbed-wire fences, indeed this could n't be mistaken for anything *but* a prison. 
 
 *'' Are you sure this can hold? `` * One uncertain news reporter held their microphone up to the newly instated warden's face. 
 
 *'' Without a doubt,'' * She replied confidently, brushing her hair away from her face, as though the very idea of escape was nothing but an after thought. 
 
 And she was completely correct. The reputation it grew was fearsome, though none but the workers and the prisoners knew the reason why. 
 
 They say a government inspector who went in came back out a changed man, all smiles and all the way gone. 
 
 When questioned about it, he simply continued smiling and replied, *'' As long as the prison is their's, there will be no escapes. `` * 
 
 He soon disappeared after that, but no one noticed... 
 
... 
 
 `` Okay, okay, wait, just stop right there. That's entirely unbelievable, Vincent. The assignment was for you to pick an area of government to research, not write a piece of fiction. If you chose federal prison then you should have written your report on it.'' An irritable-looking woman who looked an awful lot like a teacher - probably because she *is* a teacher tapped her foot impatiently. 
 
 Vincent looked up and stared at her for a brief moment before glancing at the clock. *Soon. * 
 
 `` It's okay, Ms. Bastille, this is actual history. I double-checked all my sources,'' He calmly replied, completely unfazed. Well, she did n't need to know that he used Wikipedia. Without so much glancing at the teacher again, he continued to read. 
 
... 
 
 After his disappearance, followed many others. Lovers who visited their other half in that place. Fathers and son. Mother and daughter. Soon enough, the town it was situated in was a ghost town. 
 
 It was only at the next census did anyone, namely, the government, notice something wrong. 
 
 So logically the next thing they did was investigate. Following that line of thought, they sent in a rat. No, not a literal one, just a false criminal. 
 
 Armed with naught but a hidden camera and his wits, he went in. Never came out. 
 
 Government tried to issue a warrant for his release. Did n't work. 
 
 They met with the warden. Did n't work. Nothing worked... 
 
... 
 
 `` Vincent, are you really suggesting you wrote *this* for an assignment? There's a time and place for everything - including academic English.'' Ms. Bastille cut in once more. 
 
 Vincent simply scowled and looked at the clock once more. Upon receiving no response, his annoyed teacher could only prompt him to continue. 
 
... 
 
 The one thing they did n't dare to do was go into the prison themselves. They did n't want to become like the rest, you see? 
 
 And so the case was put to rest with a simple solution. Regardless of what was going on in there, even if it was n't any of their business, the government still wished to take matters into their hands. 
 
 They sent in another rat to incite discord. 
 
... 
 
 `` And then?'' 
 
 After saying that line Vincent fell silent for a few brief moments, muttering to himself before dropping down into a squat, clutching his head. 
 
 Ms. Bastille clicked her tongue, revealing a disappointed face. 
 
 `` This is...'' Vincent muttered, his own face contorted with pain. 
 
 The teacher's face quickly changed into a bright smile as she began walking forward toward Vincent. 
 
 His eyes opened and he stared straight at her, all the while mouthing the words `` You'', `` It's you.'' 
 
 She walked over and put her hand on his shoulder. 
 
 `` Now, now Vincent, if you ca n't behave, you'll have to be punished. Ca n't you see you're distracting the other students?'' 
 
 Vincent swiveled his head, staring at his classmates. Classmates? They all were staring blankly ahead with frosted eyes and gaping mouths. His classmates. In the neat 3x10 desk rows, there was one empty seat up front. His seat. 
 
 `` You can take your seat now, honey,'' Ms. Bastille's sickeningly sweet face beamed down at Vincent. *Was she always this big? * She seemed to be far above him. `` You did well.'' Feeling more than just slightly threatened, Vincent scrambled back in a panic. He shut his eyes once more. 
 
 The clock above him finally struck the next hour, and everything became silent. 
 
 Slowly, Vincent opened his eyes to a white room with a dim white light in the center. He shut his eyes almost immediately before attempting to open them again, blinking a lot more than he was used to. 
 
 *Weird, is light supposed to burn? * He wondered to himself as it occurred to him just how dry everything was. His eyes, his mouth... He glanced over at the side and saw a familiar-looking woman dozing off. He tried to move his arms, but they refused. The same result with his legs. Looking down, there were in fact IV's taped to his arm. He collapsed his head back into the bed, spent from that small amount of movement. 
 
 *'' It seems the patient is awake. `` *
