I've mentioned before how boring long term imprisonment is. It saps your will to live and makes everyday run into the previous day. If I didn't cling to life like a crazy person clings to crazy I would have found a way to kill myself years before my eventual release. But I'm a survivor, I was determined to get out of my jail cell at the top of a tower though I had no way of knowing how exactly I would accomplish that, only that I would someday! Such is the strength of my hope even sixty years into my sentence that had no end.
But back to the boring! See the issue I run into is that I'm so bored I start to imagine things. Its a bit like illusions you see when you are dying of thirst, your mind is dying so it starts to imagine things that could save it. Same thing here, you're so bored you're mind starts imagining more interesting things. Like I had several conversations with dead people that were very intellectually stimulating (well as much as those kind of conversations can be). I also learned all the nooks and crannies of my cell and I counted the lights of the city several times over (like I could tell how things were changing within the city based on light density alone, sadly I couldn't make out more than that). I say all that about the boredom illusions because when my rescue came I was to put it simply thinking I'd finally snapped entirely.
"Step back from the window." The voice was that of a bearded man hanging from a rope. It was night time and I couldn't make him out aside from the beard, but he was definately different looking, and not just because he was again hanging from a rope.
"As far as illusions go, you're definately different." I was amused my crazyness had reached this length, though it was surprising to me it had taken this long.
"I'm not an illusion, now step back from the window or you're going to get blown up and I won't get paid." The bearded man withdrew up his rope and I amused my illusion by stepping back from the window (well that and I secretly hoped I wasn't crazy and this was a rescue). I was rewarded by the window exploding outwards and the bearded man swinging down through the wreckage.
"Are you real?"
"As real as you are Mr. Lorentino, now put on this harness so we can get out of here." He handed me a contraption that looked like a belt with leg holes and buckles I was lost, "Come on you had to have seen this kind of thing before." He thought better on his assumption and then pitched in to help hook me up. I could see that the harness as he called it was similar to what he was using and was equally hooked up to a rope to whatever he was connected to. After he hooked me up to the harness, he tugged on the rope and I was flying. Well not so much flying as being dragged through the air. I could see above me was some kind of balloon with a carriage underneath it. On board there were more men, all dressed in the same black clothing the bearded man was. Once he got on board he helped un hook me from the contraption. I noticed everyone was kind of staring at me.
"Something I said?"
"Nah most people are just in awe when they see a living legend Mr. Lorentino, but if you excuse us we have to keep you a living legend and get out of here before they hit us with a flak cannon."
"A what cannon?" As if on que something louded exploded to our right and the point was made the strange airship started moving and I was free of Ronerawth once more. I tell you it was definately the most exciting escape from prison I've ever had!
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