Welcome to yet another fic sprouting from one of my brilliant ideas.

Here is what you need to know:

Have you seen Suicide Squad yet? No? Well, do you know about Jai Courtney's character? Captain Boomerang? Yeah, he was the one who inspired me to write this. Clearly, in this story his name will be Eric. But the name he goes by on the streets will still be Captain Boomerang.

Don't worry if you think Eric is a little different in this story compared to my other ones. I intended everything that you will read.

This is also my first Thriller. Exciting, right? I feel like every author needs these kind of shorts. To blow off some steam. To make characters be a bit crazy for a while. Out of control.

This is Eris, but also isn't. You will see what I mean ;)

"This isn't 'bring your girlfriend to work' day," Pat says as he walks past. I didn't ever really like Pat. He's too grumpy. Too much of an asshole as well.

Tobias squeezes my shoulder, pressing himself against me protectively, "She's just here for lunch."

Pat grumbles an inaudible response and jingles his bundle of keys before walking out of the door. I get up then, feeling out of place. Tobias looks up at me with his chocolate brown eyes, tilting his head to the side like a puppy. Even his guard uniform makes him look innocent when he does that. Even the handcuffs hanging out of his trouser pocket.

"Come on, don't take it personally," he says, taking my hand in his. I grin like an idiot, flicking some hair over my shoulder.

"I'm not," I clear my throat, "I don't really like this place."

"Well, I work here every day. Sometimes night shifts."

"Yeah, that's creepy," I say, shuffling closer to him and placing my knee between his legs on the metal bench.

"Sometimes I can hear the prisoners yelling for me to let them out," his smirk widens. He knows how much I dislike prison, "Sometimes I hear evil laughter-"

"Okay, that's enough," I raise my hand to his mouth, giggling when he kisses it, "Can we go home now?"

He nods his answer and stands up, gathering the leftover grapes into our new Tupperware container. I knew we wouldn't finish them. I brought too many cookies. It's my fault.

"Ready for inspection?"

"Huh?" I look up at him, raising my eyebrows. But then I realize what he's talking about, "Oh yeah... the inspection."

Tobias chuckles before pulling me into a hug, "What's the matter with you today?"

What's the matter with me? I really don't know. Maybe it's the fact that I've been paranoid ever since he got this dangerous job in prison. I mean, it's not that dangerous. But I've been having dreams lately. About the prisoners escaping. Maybe getting vengeance. Of course, I don't tell him that. He would over react.

"Let's go home," I peck his lips, but he takes advantage. He deepens the kiss and presses me harder against him. I laugh, pushing him away, "Let's go."

"Let's go," he repeats.

We walk, hand in hand, towards the metal detectors at the front of the prison. That's when the ground starts shaking. And debris starts falling from the ceiling.

There are yells at the end of the corridor. People start running. Guards. Some go further inside the prison. Some leg it towards the nearest exit.

"What was that?" I scream, holding onto Tobias.

His eyes scan past my head. His gun is out. I freeze.

"Tobias, what was that?!" I demand.

"I don't know!" he yells back, voice strained.

I spin around, stepping back as more people run past me. The building groans like a sinking ship. Something isn't right. Was it an earthquake?

Panic starts rising inside of me. I know that earthquakes don't usually erupt in short bursts. They are continuous. The ground shakes and shakes and shakes until everything around you collapses and you are left with nothing. This isn't an earthquake. This feels man-made.

I blink and he is three feet ahead of me. Tobias. I guess there are two kinds of people in the world. The ones who run away. And the ones who face the problems. He is running further into the prison.

I stand, wondering which category I fit into.

My legs force me after him.

"Tobias!" I yell, bumping shoulders with a wide-eyed guard. There are people everywhere. All the doors are open. Access granted. I run into a brown room, finding myself trapped. It's a box. What? Why is it a box? Where are all the corridors?

My head spins. I looks around and see a small window, all barred up. Then I see a bed. And then I freeze. This is a cell.

...Where is the prisoner?

I shriek and run out. I see now that the metal bars that are supposed to be doors have been busted. They were blown up. There is metal all over the floor.

People are still running. Screaming. And then the second explosion happens.

I duck this time, putting my hands over my head. Everyone seems to do the same. And when the quake is over, they start running again.

"Tobias?!" I try again, hands shaking. Body trembling in shock.

Okay, okay, okay, maybe I won't be able to find him. But I have to escape. I have ran too far into the prison. This is going to be hard.

I lean against the nearest wall, allowing people space to freak out. Somebody stands on my foot and I cry out. But I doubt that anybody can hear me.

There is a gun shot.

I freeze. My eyes widen. My heart starts pumping out of my chest. I see a flicker of bright orange in the crowd. Shit. Fuck. Where is Tobias?

There is another gun shot. And then another. And then another. Somebody falls down next to me and I bend down to help her up. But her eyes are bulging out of her head. There is a dark red dot on her forehead. Dead.

I scream and stumble back, ears ringing. I can hear nothing. I can see nothing. I just run. Run after Tobias. Run where I saw him last.

A sign on the wall tells me to turn right towards the nearest exit. Another sign tells me that on the left I will find a section called 'Solitary Confinement'. I am about to choose when I feel a body bump against me. Familiar and warm.

"Tris!" he runs up to me and wraps his arms around my body. He is trembling. Or is it all just me?

"Where... wh-where did you go?" I manage to ask, gripping fistfuls of his now blood-stained uniform, "I-I looked for you-"

"Somebody has help from the outside. They are bailing him out," he says.

I have no idea who 'he' or 'somebody' is, and quite frankly I don't give a fuck. I want to get out of this nightmare.

"Tris, you do as I say, okay?" Oh, no. I know what that means. We have to split.

"You're not leaving me-"

"I'm not leaving you," he grabs my head and forces me to look up into his eyes, "I need you to go where I tell you to go, okay? You'll be safe."

I don't hear what he is saying, but I concentrate on his mouth. How it forms words. How the words form sentences. He gives me a key. Not like a normal house key. This key is enormous and rusty. It looks like it opens a garage door.

He starts pushing me in one direction and I start running once I get the hint. I turn around about thirty times. Tobias still stands there, waving, nodding, smiling, pointing.

I run until my legs give up. I fall near a giant metal door, trying not to drop the key.

I turn around and see a body on the floor. A guard.

Prison break? Are you shitting me?

My hand clasps the key and it takes me five attempts to fit it into the lock. When I finally do, it clicks and I imagine gears turning. And then the door is open, and I run inside.

I slam it shut behind me, leaving the key on the other side.

I take a deep breath for the first time in what feels like forever.

The door is a cool rusty metal. Un-penetrable. A small window, the size of an iPhone, is installed in the door. Weird. I reach up to look through it and realize that I have been on the floor all this time, my legs unable to move anymore. I stand up, looking through the small gap. It's oddly silent. There are a few dead bodies out there. A thin fog floats above them, probably the result of all the explosions.

My heart is in my throat. Of all the things that could have happened to me today...

"Who are you?" a male voice barks behind me. I jump a few feet in the air, spinning around to answer.

"Tris!"

The man smiles a disturbing smile, one of his front teeth flickering with gold. I look down at his white boxers. Wait, boxers? Why is he half naked?

"You lost, sweetheart?" I place his accent as Australian. Yes, definitely Australian.

I shake my head no, praying he won't come any closer. He is obviously disturbed. I can see it in his eyes. And the fact that he is standing in only his boxers. My eyes jump to a pile on clothes near his bed. My heart stops.

A bed. A toilet in the corner. A pile of orange clothes. He's a prisoner.

"Come on, darling, don't just stand there," as I feared, he starts walking closer. I press my hands against the door behind me. I lift up my chin.

There is little light in here, but it is enough to clearly make out his features. He has blue eyes, but his dilated pupils make them look almost black. There is a small bump on his nose, just below the bridge. His lips are crimson, like he has been biting them for too long. And then there is his beard. It's surprisingly neat, unlike his dark curly hair.

"Did you come to keep me company?" he spreads his arms out, smiling from ear to ear. I see the word 'MUM' tattooed on the left side of his chest. It looks like it was done with a sharpie.

I look away when he enters my bubble. So, so close. His chest hair skims the side of my face.

"Or did you just get caught up in all the action outside?" he grips my hips as if he is my lover. Confidently. Like he knows I am not going to push him away. And I don't. He might be a murderer.

My breath hitches in my throat and I gasp when his hands end up on my lower back, pulling me closer.

"Don't touch me," my voice is below a whisper.

"You're going to be my pet," he smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

I shake my head.

"Are you gonna get me outta here, pet?"

I shake my head again, "I don't work here."

Feeling the adrenaline kick in, I spin around and go for the door handle. But... there is no door handle. So I pat it down desperately, trying to feel for something to grab.

The man lingers behind me, wrapping his bare arms around my body. I want to scream, but nothing will happen. I have all this adrenaline and nothing to do with it.

"It's a one-way system," he whispers into my ear, "Can't get out, love."

How could I be so stupid? This is a prison.

"Your hair smells like strawberries," he inhales deeply, burying his face in my hair. I think about him arms. I think about how easy it would be for him to crush me.

I left the fucking key on the other side. There is a hole in the door. But I left the key on the other side.

"Do you know how long it has been since I touched a woman?"

His hand roam my body. I tense up.

"Get off me."

"Or what?" Suddenly there is anger in his voice. He grabs my shoulder and spins me around, "You don't get to choose what happens to you in prison," his blue eyes burn into mine, and I am even more uncomfortable with his lack of spacial awareness, "You don't get to choose anything. So I suggest you get used to it, pet."

"I'm going soon," I gulp, not knowing if I utter the truth, "My boyfriend will get me."

"Your boyfriend?" he pouts, stroking one side of my face and brushing my hair away on the other, "Should I be jealous?"

He sounds like I should actually answer, so I nod.

He releases a hollow laugh, and I smell his empty-stomach breath, "Did you bring me any presents?"

I press myself harder against the wall, arms frozen at my sides. How do I escape?

Abruptly, he grabs my denim jacket and starts patting me down. I hold my breath, noticing a smile playing on his lips. His hands dig into my pockets, pulling everything out. Everything.

He finds my purse first, "Take what you want. Just leave me alone."

"This isn't a robbery, pet," the man pops it open, scanning all the contents. He pulls it apart and finds all my bills. There is a satisfied sigh. And he leans down to smell them.

I look away, feeling like this is some kind of personal moment. Honestly, I don't give a shit about my purse.

Oh, my God. My phone.

I feel it in my jeans pocket now. Hard against my thigh.

I have a phone.

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