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     The smell of decay chokes my lungs as i hike through the stagnate forest. I breach the timberline, falling to the ground at the base of the mountain haggard breaths choke in my throat.  Bright shinning light washes out my vision causing the mountain to shimmer radiantly as i stare up at its ragged faces. Crawling along on my hands and knees i begin my ascent into its heights . Child like i crawl further along the path till the fatigue wanes, slowly rising i peer back into the shifting twilight of the teeming forest the sentinels stand staring waiting. My steps are slow and measured the broken trail bends and breaks wandering i find different paths all leading to the top. Rounding a bend i stumble ankle deep into frigid water.  I lay bleeding and bruised near the pool of snow melt collecting in the gouged earth peering into the reflection I watch the sun set as i slowly dunk my head. The surge rips up and down my spine overloading every nerve from the frigid plunge. Finally truly awake since leaving the constricting forest I stare as the shadows play across the mountains faces. The mountains stare back with faces weathered by time and storm, etched in every scar is life itself. The suns has set long before my companions weave into my dreamscape they appear by magic. Slowly they engulf my entire presence till the three of us are a single moonlit silhouette.
A explosion of unknown magnitude erupts sending echoes reverberating throughout my head I confusedly look around and see chaos has erupted throughout the entire mountain range, mine alone is peaceful. The sight of the once peaceful mountains now bellowing ferociously into the night sends shivers coursing down my spine the girls clutch to me in fright. The surrounding mountains have begun to spew forth a river of molten rock and to vent a plume of ash into  the night sky. The twins and I soon recover from the initial fright  clutching to each other in a quite embrace, the rest of the night is spent watching fiery runnels coarse down the neighboring mountains . It is some time before the gun fire and screaming make sense but  finally breaks my trance like sleep. When I do arise I am groggy and quite confused to put the noise in its proper perspective of all out chaos within the prison walls. I jump down from my bunk still not completely awake and stumble and fall to the floor with a dignified thud staring from my back I realize my cell door is ajar. My sanctuary has been thrown open to the scum of the prison. I poke my head out ever so slightly and see pure mayhem has been set loose within the prison walls. My bewildered mind attempts to set chaos to reason. I feel drunk or dazed a wisp of a dream fades from the light as I peer out from my cell.
Bits of flaming debris fall from the cells higher up than mine. i step ever so slightly from my humble abode, and directly into the path of a pair of terrorized guards making a screaming and cussing bee line seemingly right at me. They look drenched from head to foot in sweat. In prison riots its fight or die I slug the first guard clean in the face just before he can bull rush me over and woof!..... flames, i scream as the flame drenched guard i socked crawls up my pants leg. Before i can tear the guard off my leg his buddy a walking inferno grabs my long hair I look into the inferno no longer does it resemble a man just a burning husk of char and flesh his face is a howl of anguish he no longer has eye's just dark wells he seems locked is some desperate last war screaming incoherently or is that me. He claws at my skull burning patches of hair and skin chunks of cloth and skin fall around us as i beat him off. i stop drop and roll my heavily singed ass out dizzily i stand and stare into the dying embers of the guards they begin to crackle and pop as the fat is burned off. I'm lucky i didn't fry up with them although the smell of burned hair and charred fat nearly chokes the life from me, surviving the inferno only to choke on the smell of death smoke can be as dangerous as the flame . I stagger back to my war bunker for a much needed shot of moonshine and to lick my wounds before leaving for better land. i have a weapons cache below my toilet i've mod the toilet to slide away and reveal my substantial amount of weapons grade plutonium ha ha just fucking around its full of shit pilfered from a life of imprisonment. The hidden cache is stuffed with years of contraband and topping it of for easy access is my prize moonshine. i take a few gulps and  feel like i've been punched in the gut mmmm brewed to eye blinded perfection. i root around and find a long square metal tube with electric tape and sand paper for a grip. the club a fierce weapon in its own right has two hollow blades the fit over and bolts together to make a homemade machete. Putting the blade together for only the third time since i made it calms my mind as i begin to think about the violent riot i have woken up to. i put the blade aside the smell of burned flesh and hair has numbed my senses i stir from my trance and gather my gear to wander. Stepping out of my cell requires me to step over the recently charred. Glancing at the fallen i look into the burned out face of Marshal Dantean his metal id badge all the proof of who he was. i grimace as i kick him in the chest and he rolls to his back hollow shrieks and howls emit from the charred husk. I walk to the rail and vomit till i'm dry heaving bile, my moonshine never far away finds its way to rinsing out my guts. Ten maybe 12 years ago during a riot in the yard marshal and i went toe to toe i wake up two weeks later to a busted eye socket and partial vision in my right eye. I regret stopping to see who the guards were i no longer care about the dead.
i move to a stairwell to go up to the main guard station on this cell block, where the guards keep post over the whole cell block. when i reach the floor i've sought i poke my head out the stairwell door and see two convicts pinned down by three guards. the guards have no lookout and appear caught in the frenzy of ultra violence with their backs to my stairwell and more importantly to me. i creep to within a inch of the first guard who looks like he's barley in control of the big mother fucker he's choking with his billy club one of those fancy telescoping kind, the other two guards are having a grand old time beating the other convict to a sickly pulp. slice, slash and crack the first guard didn't even flinch when i slice his head off which tumbles into the view of the other two guards the second guard to die ends his life when he lunges into my slash which opens his belly spilling his beans the other guard freezes up like a deer in head lights so i drive the blade into his temple with a mighty crack. three guards dispatched in a matter of seconds a new prison record. The carnage the adrenaline it all combines to shoot me into orbit and its some time before the sole survivor brings me back to earth. His name is offered Kaz Dioskouroi i give him a hand to get up but were pretty much soaked in blood and he slips through my grip to crash on top of his buddy who meekly groans and blood slowly bubbles to his lips. i get Kaz back up and he just flops into me all choked up and sputtering nonsense about his dead buddy this and that i half drag him half carry him back to the stairwell. i need to calm him so its a shot of moonshine to cut through some severely frayed nerves. When he's choked some moonshine down the magical properties take instant effect. He calms soon enough and begins to explain what he has seen of the chaos the riot started some time near midnight and the explosion happened at 12:30. A forest burning as lava ignites all it touches comes to mind as Kaz explains the explosion to me. He looks at me like he has just seen me for the first time he has a questioning look on his face I'm game "whats up", he sputters that my hair and beard and most of my clothes look burned to a crisp i fill him in about the two charred guards which nearly took me with them i still don't know what set them off. He shakes his head in confusion, he claims him and his buddy were mostly on there own since the initial free for all, that is till the three little pigs got the jump on them. i get up and decide its time to move, no need to be around in case there are more story book characters looking for blood.

Description
     The smell of decay chokes my lungs as i hike through the stagnate forest. I breach the timberline, falling to the ground at the base of the mountain haggard breaths choke in my throat.  Bright shinning light washes out my vision causing the mountain to shimmer radiantly as i stare up at its ragged faces. Crawling along on my hands and knees i begin my ascent into its heights . Child like i crawl further along the path till the fatigue wanes, slowly rising i peer back into the shifting twilight of the teeming forest the sentinels stand staring waiting. My steps are slow and measured the broken trail bends and breaks wandering i find different paths all leading to the top. Rounding a bend i stumble ankle deep into frigid water.  I lay bleeding and bruised near the pool of snow melt collecting in the gouged earth peering into the reflection I watch the sun set as i slowly dunk my head. The surge rips up and down my spine overloading every nerve from the frigid plunge. Finally truly awake since leaving the constricting forest I stare as the shadows play across the mountains faces. The mountains stare back with faces weathered by time and storm, etched in every scar is life itself. The suns has set long before my companions weave into my dreamscape they appear by magic. Slowly they engulf my entire presence till the three of us are a single moonlit silhouette.
A explosion of unknown magnitude erupts sending echoes reverberating throughout my head I confusedly look around and see chaos has erupted throughout the entire mountain range, mine alone is peaceful. The sight of the once peaceful mountains now bellowing ferociously into the night sends shivers coursing down my spine the girls clutch to me in fright. The surrounding mountains have begun to spew forth a river of molten rock and to vent a plume of ash into  the night sky. The twins and I soon recover from the initial fright  clutching to each other in a quite embrace, the rest of the night is spent watching fiery runnels coarse down the neighboring mountains . It is some time before the gun fire and screaming make sense but  finally breaks my trance like sleep. When I do arise I am groggy and quite confused to put the noise in its proper perspective of all out chaos within the prison walls. I jump down from my bunk still not completely awake and stumble and fall to the floor with a dignified thud staring from my back I realize my cell door is ajar. My sanctuary has been thrown open to the scum of the prison. I poke my head out ever so slightly and see pure mayhem has been set loose within the prison walls. My bewildered mind attempts to set chaos to reason. I feel drunk or dazed a wisp of a dream fades from the light as I peer out from my cell.
Bits of flaming debris fall from the cells higher up than mine. i step ever so slightly from my humble abode, and directly into the path of a pair of terrorized guards making a screaming and cussing bee line seemingly right at me. They look drenched from head to foot in sweat. In prison riots its fight or die I slug the first guard clean in the face just before he can bull rush me over and woof!..... flames, i scream as the flame drenched guard i socked crawls up my pants leg. Before i can tear the guard off my leg his buddy a walking inferno grabs my long hair I look into the inferno no longer does it resemble a man just a burning husk of char and flesh his face is a howl of anguish he no longer has eye's just dark wells he seems locked is some desperate last war screaming incoherently or is that me. He claws at my skull burning patches of hair and skin chunks of cloth and skin fall around us as i beat him off. i stop drop and roll my heavily singed ass out dizzily i stand and stare into the dying embers of the guards they begin to crackle and pop as the fat is burned off. I'm lucky i didn't fry up with them although the smell of burned hair and charred fat nearly chokes the life from me, surviving the inferno only to choke on the smell of death smoke can be as dangerous as the flame . I stagger back to my war bunker for a much needed shot of moonshine and to lick my wounds before leaving for better land. i have a weapons cache below my toilet i've mod the toilet to slide away and reveal my substantial amount of weapons grade plutonium ha ha just fucking around its full of shit pilfered from a life of imprisonment. The hidden cache is stuffed with years of contraband and topping it of for easy access is my prize moonshine. i take a few gulps and  feel like i've been punched in the gut mmmm brewed to eye blinded perfection. i root around and find a long square metal tube with electric tape and sand paper for a grip. the club a fierce weapon in its own right has two hollow blades the fit over and bolts together to make a homemade machete. Putting the blade together for only the third time since i made it calms my mind as i begin to think about the violent riot i have woken up to. i put the blade aside the smell of burned flesh and hair has numbed my senses i stir from my trance and gather my gear to wander. Stepping out of my cell requires me to step over the recently charred. Glancing at the fallen i look into the burned out face of Marshal Dantean his metal id badge all the proof of who he was. i grimace as i kick him in the chest and he rolls to his back hollow shrieks and howls emit from the charred husk. I walk to the rail and vomit till i'm dry heaving bile, my moonshine never far away finds its way to rinsing out my guts. Ten maybe 12 years ago during a riot in the yard marshal and i went toe to toe i wake up two weeks later to a busted eye socket and partial vision in my right eye. I regret stopping to see who the guards were i no longer care about the dead.
i move to a stairwell to go up to the main guard station on this cell block, where the guards keep post over the whole cell block. when i reach the floor i've sought i poke my head out the stairwell door and see two convicts pinned down by three guards. the guards have no lookout and appear caught in the frenzy of ultra violence with their backs to my stairwell and more importantly to me. i creep to within a inch of the first guard who looks like he's barley in control of the big mother fucker he's choking with his billy club one of those fancy telescoping kind, the other two guards are having a grand old time beating the other convict to a sickly pulp. slice, slash and crack the first guard didn't even flinch when i slice his head off which tumbles into the view of the other two guards the second guard to die ends his life when he lunges into my slash which opens his belly spilling his beans the other guard freezes up like a deer in head lights so i drive the blade into his temple with a mighty crack. three guards dispatched in a matter of seconds a new prison record. The carnage the adrenaline it all combines to shoot me into orbit and its some time before the sole survivor brings me back to earth. His name is offered Kaz Dioskouroi i give him a hand to get up but were pretty much soaked in blood and he slips through my grip to crash on top of his buddy who meekly groans and blood slowly bubbles to his lips. i get Kaz back up and he just flops into me all choked up and sputtering nonsense about his dead buddy this and that i half drag him half carry him back to the stairwell. i need to calm him so its a shot of moonshine to cut through some severely frayed nerves. When he's choked some moonshine down the magical properties take instant effect. He calms soon enough and begins to explain what he has seen of the chaos the riot started some time near midnight and the explosion happened at 12:30. A forest burning as lava ignites all it touches comes to mind as Kaz explains the explosion to me. He looks at me like he has just seen me for the first time he has a questioning look on his face I'm game "whats up", he sputters that my hair and beard and most of my clothes look burned to a crisp i fill him in about the two charred guards which nearly took me with them i still don't know what set them off. He shakes his head in confusion, he claims him and his buddy were mostly on there own since the initial free for all, that is till the three little pigs got the jump on them. i get up and decide its time to move, no need to be around in case there are more story book characters looking for blood.