Alcatraz

It was 8:55 pm on Friday evening, and Fancy Pants could barely contain himself. He was sitting on his cot, bouncing his legs constantly to attempt to rid himself of the anticipation that was building in his chest. He sat there for a while like that, he began to go over his plan in his mind.

"First, the fireworks will go off as a warning. Then, my guards will let us out of our cells. Finally, if Heartstrings was correct a boat should be waiting for us then-"

Fancy Pants lost his train of thought when the sound of fireworks came blasting from the dock.

"It's showtime."

Rarity was pacing back and forth in her cell to pass the time, to no avail of coarse. She was about to give up on her plan for passing time when a pair of Fancy's guards approached her cell. She could tell they were Fancy's for she had seen them before.

"Long time no see, huh?" One of the guards asked sarcastically.

"Well I'm absolutely enjoying it here, the rooms are so nice." Rarity replied catching the guard's sarcasm.

"I'm sure the beds sleep beautifully." the other guard added, gaining a small chuckle from the group.

While the second guard unlocked Rarity's cell the first guard told her,

"Well, we've been sent to escort you to the evacuation zone, so if you don't mind following us, we'll get you there."

"Then lead the way gentlemen." Rarity told the guards.

On their way to the docks the guards began to update Rarity on what had been going on while she was gone.

"From what we hear, people are scarred to even look in your boutique's window in fear of being shot." the first guard stated rather bluntly.

"So I assume I got the cover page, huh?" Rarity asked in a sarcastic tone.

"Oh yeah, you made first page all right. "BLUEBLOOD SAVED FROM ASSASINATION!" is pretty hard to miss in the papers." the first guard chuckled

"That bad huh?" Rarity asked again knowing the answer.

"Oh yeah." the second guard replied.

"Nothing moving and getting a new name can't solve, right?" Rarity asked jokingly. Receiving a good hearted laugh from both guards.

"Oh, you have no idea!" both guards said in syncopation.

Looking ahead the two guards saw figures standing at the end of the corridor, thus causing them to regain their composure.

"Halt!" the second guard yelled, "What's your business here?" the first guard asked.

When the figures turned around all Rarity could see was the figures silhouette and their red, glowing eyes.

"What are those?" Rarity asked with fear in her voice.

"If we knew we'd tell you ourselves." the guards replied with their guns raised at the figures. The guards were carrying the standard police sidearm, and a baton.

Turning to face the noise the figures let out a agonizing scream and charged towards the guards at breath taking speeds. Before the guards could unload a clip into them they were upon them, pouncing on them and mauling their faces.

Rarity, fearing for her life turned and ran as fast as she could, but right before she reached the corner one of them was upon her. Before it got a chance to harm Rarity a gunshot was heard and the creature's head was gone leaving blood on Rarity's clothes.

Turning to face her savior, she saw it was none other than Octavia Philharmonica.

"Get up, we need to leave before more find us!" Octavia whispered.

Deciding it was smart to follow the one with the gun, Rarity followed.

Ten Minutes Earlier

Octavia was in her cell, of coarse waiting for nine o' clock to roll around was whistleing an old song she had in her head.

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She whistled that song that song for several minutes, until a guard approached her cell.

"The warden wishes to speak with you. If you would please follow me ma'am." the guard insisted.

"Very well." was all Octavia told him.

The guard them proceeded to open her cell and lead her to the warden's office.

"The warden wishes to speak to you privately so I will be outside." said the guard.

"Thank you." was all Octavia said to him.

Upon entering the office she noticed the warden had his own personal gun cabinet, hopefully full of guns and ammunition, it would help during the prison break.

"Oh, I see you've noticed the gun cabinet. Well since I honestly don't trust you enough to open it, I can draw your attention to the gun I have mounted on the wall if you want something to see." said the warden while pointing to the far wall.

Following his fingers she laid her eyes on an old AK-47 with a dark wood stock and grip.

"That's quite a nice gun you have there." Octavia said with empathy.

"A nice gun,it is." the warden added.

"Now, if you don't mind me asking, why did you call me here?" Octavia asked.

Before the warden could answer a gunshots rung from outside the door along with pained screams. Going to get his shotgun the warden walked to his cabinet, unlocked it, grabbed his gun, then re-locked it. With his gun aimed at the door the pair heard the gunshots die out only to be replaced by pounding on the door.

"Get behind me!" yelled the warden.

"Gladly." Octavia agreed, grabbing the hunting knife off the top of the wardens desk.

"Wait, these aren't your friends?" the warden asked confused.

"I wish-" was all Octavia had time to say before the door was broke down thus letting in what appeared to be three... things. Octavia couldn't describe them, the had glowing, red eyes and vintage prison wear, along with...

""HOLY SHIT IS THAT RAZOR WIRE! THESE ARE SOME TOUGH ASS MOTHERFUCKERS! Octavia thought in her head as they charged the two. The first one charged at Octavia who used the knife to slice its head off before it reached her. The second and third both charged the warden, who shot the first in the chest, but the shot didn't seem to phase the creature. Both figures still charging the warden Octavia threw the knife in ones head, killing it, but the other reached the warden before either of them could do anything.

The creature began to mutilate the warden's face and before Octavia could acquire a weapon the warden was already dead. Grabbing the hunting knife from the first creature's skull she stabbed it in the chest then pushed it out the window before it could harm her. The only thing on her mind at that point was.

"I'm glad we're on the second story."

Current Time

Vinyl was in her cell smoking a cigarette when she heard the sound of fireworks.

"Guess that's my cue." Vinyl said, to no one in particular.

"You'd be right about that at least." Lyra commented, while approaching Vinyl's cell.

"Guessing you're here to let me out?" Vinyl asked, hoping she was correct in her assumption.

"Yep!" Was all Lyra told her, then proceeded to search for the key.

Several minutes later, Vinyl asked,

"How long does it take to find a key, Heartstrings?" with anticipation clear in her voice.

"Just a moment long- AHA! Here it is!"

Lyra cheered, clearly happy to have finally found the right key. Just as she placed the key in the keyhole, she heard a noise.

"Who's there?"

Lyra asked with authority, but you could tell she was scarred by her eyes, they were shaking all over the place. Vinyl, growing impatient cleared her throat, gaining the former lyrist's attention, along with a sheepish smile.

"Sorry Vinyl, just heard something."

"Yeah I hear something too, fireworks, A.K.A, my cue!"

Vinyl yelled, now frustrated with the lyrist for taking so long to unlock the cage.

"Alright, alright, I'm coming."  Lyra said with worry.

As she went to unlock the cell, the sound of fast footsteps could be heard approaching the pair, but before Lyra could finish unlocking Vinyl's cell a blur tackled her to the ground, and began to maul her face.

"What the fuck!"

Vinyl yelled, surprised by the sudden appearance. Upon hearing her, it turned around and lunged at her only to be stopped by the cells metal bars. It had glowing red eyes, and appeared to be in a psychotic frenzy.It yelled constantly, most things it said couldn't be understood, but occasionally it would yell "SAM!" or something of the sort. It doned vintage prison wear, with black and white stripes. Around its body it had what appeared to be razor wire. Backing into a corner, Vinyl found herself trapped. Seeing one option she did what she did best; killed stuff.

She approached the frenzied human as cautiously as she could, then once she was close enough she pounced on the human's arm, grabbed it in both hands. Then she firmly placed her feet on the metal bars, and began to pull. The first few seconds the creature swiped at her ankles, then as she pulled harder it turned sideways. Feeling the muscle about to give she jerked the ligament one final time, then the arm was ripped from the frenzied human's body, splattering blood all over her pants and cell.

Falling back, Vinyl crawled her way back into the corner of her cell, and simply waited for the beast to die. Several minutes later the human died from blood loss, and Vinyl proceeded to open her cell with the key that was luckfully still in the keyhole. Upon exiting her cell she looked at Lyra, who now had her face mauled to shreds and had blood everywhere. Running towards the sound of the fireworks Vinyl muttered to herself.

"This ain't right, something weird is going on here."