Alcatraz

After Fancy Pants sent out his last letter, he finally allowed himself to relax. Now he got to play "The Waiting Game". Tired, he lay on his cot which, lucky for him, has a nice view of the main land. As he lay there, he began to think of alternates in case the notorious criminals have thrown in the towel.

"Time Turner, would be a nice replacement- Oh, who am I kidding, the fool calls himself "The Doctor" all the time and claims he has a time machine, but when he describes it it sounds like a British phone booth, he even gave it a name, the T.A.R.D.I.S. if I remember correctly."

Fancy Pants thought to himself. After various attempts at thinking of good replacements, he finds there are none. There is no one who can match their skill, no one is even close. Giving up, Fancy Pants went to sleep.

Waking up from his rather short sleep, he got out of bed and felt, off, like something bad is about to happen. Then he heard a woman moan in agony. Looking to see the source of the noise, he saw Vinyl's cell. A guard approached the cell and while he searched for the correct key he tells her,

"Damn it Scratch, it better be real this time."

Once the guard found the correct key, he proceeded to unlock the door and go inside. Once the guard was inside, Fancy Pants heard the sound of stabbing,and then saw the corpse fall outside followed by a bloodied Vinyl Scratch.

"About time Scratch."

Was all Fancy Pants told her as she proceeded to unlock their allies cages. Once the crew was free of their cells, Octavia distributed the revolvers among themselves. Then from the corpse came a moan, not an angry, or agitated moan. A moan of despair.

"AHH! Oh, it was just a dream. How silly of me, thinking of such preposterous things such as zombies."

Tugging at his magic collar with a slight frown, he spoke.

"I wish these blasted things weren't so tight."

With that, Fancy Pants again fell asleep.

The next morning arrived sooner than Fancy Pants would've liked, but you get what you get. Getting out of his cot, he looked out through his barred window, taking in the sight of the morning and breathing in the fresh air. For some reason, he feels, happy. Not bouncing off the walls happy, but at peace would be a better term. He was about to go through his morning stretches when a guard approached his cell with four letters folded in his hands.

"Moment of truth."

Fancy Pants told himself, thus taking the letters from the guard and reading them. Upon doing so, a grin began to form on his face, not an evil grin, just a happy grin. He was happy for he had the three most experienced criminals of his time helping him escape from Alcatraz.

As Rarity lay in her cot, thoughts raced through her mind like,Why did he choose me, and not some more experienced criminal mastermind?, and How did he know what I did? Locking those questions in the back of her mind, a tear began to form in the corner of her eye. Then she began to mumble to herself.

"I wish I could change the past, but I jus- I just can't. What's done is done, you can't change that Rarity, no matter how hard you try, you never will."

After those words, something in her mind, clicked. Something she said triggered the dam to open and let the waterworks flow. She sat there for several hours crying and repeating the same phrase over and over again. One she could say a thousand times over and it wouldn't matter.

"I'm sorry."

Laying in her cot, Vinyl lit a cigarette and stuck it in the corner of her mouth, taking occasional whiffs only to release the smoke in rings. Stopping at her cell, a guard greeted Vinyl.

"The warden needs to see you"

He then unlocked the cell and handcuffed Vinyl to prevent any "unfortunate accidents". Upon entering the room, the warden gestured for Vinyl to take her seat. Upon doing so, the warden dismissed the guard.

"I can handle it from here."

Then waved the guard to continue his work. Turning to face Vinyl the warden ask,

"Would you mind telling me about yourself?"

"Can you repeat that?" Vinyl replied, surprised by the question.

"I ask you to tell me about your self." The warden said, hoping to get some information from the former mobster.

"Well, people say that everyone is known by the company they keep, I guess that's why they call me a mobster. I wanted bosses like Octavia Philharmonica to know my name. She built an entire empire on gambling, prostitution, and booze right under your noses. Octavia rarely got her hands dirty though, that was my job. Ice 'em, burn 'em, as long as it made the head lines. Then there were the "money handlers", like Fancy Pants. If you could get past the greasy smile and the feeling that you were being conned out of your very soul, Fancy was your man. Filthy Rich, he was the only guy who could cheat a cheater and get away with it. He had a hot wife too, to bad she sold him up the river. He died back in '98, I think. Yeah, a shame too, he still owed me twenty bucks. So there's my story, anything else you wanted?"

Not sure what to say to that, the warden simply shook his head and motioned for one of his personal guards to take Vinyl back to her cell. After a couple of minutes, one of the warden's guards spoke,

"Are you okay?"

Yes I'm fine just, wasn't expecting all that information so quickly from her is all."

The warden assured his guard, upon hearing this, the guard dropped the subject and left the office in dead silence.

Enjoying a decent cup of tea, Octavia sat down on her cot and watched the guards pass by as they checked on the other inmates.

"How's it going, Philharmonica?" One of the guards ask.

"It's going rather swell, considering where I am. How's you boy doing?"

"He's doing alright, he just turned seven a couple of weeks ago. Man, time flies when your a parent doesn't it?"

The guard ask. Not knowing how to answer that Octavia just stares blankly at him for a while, before the guard took the hint.

"Okay, I guess I'll go now. Night."

Making the final adjustments to his plan Fancy Pants would've jumped for joy, but considering how tired he was, and the time he decided against it. Proud of his work of genius he quickly pulled three sheets of paper and a pen from under his cot and wrote,

The Gang's All Here.

~A friend

P.S. You'll know when it happens.

Signaling one of his undercover guards he told him.

"Take these to Ms. Rarity, Ms. Scratch, and Ms. Philharmonica and answer any questions they might have. Got it?"

The guard responded by nodding his head and walking away to fulfill his task.

Thursday morning came quicker than anyone could have imagined. The guards were making their rounds around the prison, talking to any prisoners they just so happened to like, and such. Fancy Pants waited in anticipation for this evening for that marked the beginning of the "break-out". The guards came back with Vinyl's, Octavia's, and Rarity's conformation notes making Fancy's day even better than it already was. Signaling one of his guards Fancy asked.

"You all know what to do right?"

"Yes,sir. We'll begin the prison break at nine o' clock sharp, so be ready."

"Will do." Fancy Pants replied happily.

"Now to play my favorite game of all, The Waiting Game."

In her cell, Rarity ran the plan through her mind constantly.

"What did he mean when he said "I'll know when it happens." stupid Fancy Pants always being cryptic with secret stuff."

Rarity whispered to herself. Not noticing the guard just outside her cell.

"You're lucky it's me who heard you and not an actual guard." the fake guard told Rarity, catching her by surprise.

"Good heavens! You can't go around scarring people like that, you'll end up giving someone a heart attack,"  Rarity scolded the fake guard, "Well since you're here do you have news about tonight?" Rarity asked.

"Yes, ma'am. That's actually the reason why I'm here, to inform you that the break begins at nine o' clock sharp so be ready."

"Thank you, miss..."

"Heartstrings, Lyra Heartstrings." she told her.

"Wait, the Lyra Heartstrings, the exquisite lyrist if I might add." Rarity asked.

"The one and only, and before you ask, I'm a good friend of Fancy Pants. Now if that's all your questions I'll be on my way." Lyra said.

"That will be all, 'till we meet again Miss Heartstrings, it's been a pleasure to speak with you." Rarity told her.

"Likewise."

And with that she was off, leaving Rarity to her thoughts once more.