Ten Days In Hell

An innocent man labelled as 174920 is locked up in a facility. Can he escape? This story contains, strong language and disturbing violence.


4. Day Four: Payback and Finding Allies

Today was the day that things were going to change, so I prepared myself this morning for anything that may come my way. Secretly, I had done exercises already as early as I could, hoping they hadn't seen me. Even if they did, I was ready to do whatever it took to get out of my cell and this hell. My plan was to force one of the guards that escorted me back to my cell after exercising, to ambush the guard and force him to give me the code to my cell's door.

I knew a guard would be coming any second, so I acted normal by laying in bed, pretending to sleep. More than likely, the guard will pound on the fiberglass door of my cell to wake me up, just like every other morning since arriving here. Which guard would it be? The asshole guard who refused to give me water, or the decent guard who actually cared if I survived? Either way, it wouldn't bother me, because I'll have to kill the guard after he tells me the code, and hide their body somewhere.

Less then two minutes later, a guard came to my cell door and pounded on it with his nightstick.

"Get up!" he commanded.

The voice was clear as glass; it was the asshole. I glared over at him, noticing he had nasty bruises and wounds on his face. My theory was correct; he was punished for disobeying instructions from the warden, and from the look of his face, the punishment was severe.

"Didn't you hear me? Get your ass up, 174920!" he harped.

"I am, asshole. Haven't you ever heard of patience?!" I yelled.

"I'm not the patient-type of person! Hurry up, or I'll have your nanobot give you a severe punishment!" he warned.

"Would you shut the fuck up for just one second?! I'm coming!" I snapped.

"One more insult like that, I'll set the shock frequency to level five; the worst level." he commanded.

"I'm coming!" I harped.

This guard was pissing me off, and I wanted to get my hands on him so bad, so I could kill him. I put my hands behind my back and walked toward the door, where the guard was waiting.

"I see you know the procedure. That's good. Now, hold still."

"I am."

The guard put the handcuffs on so tight that the metal was digging into my skin. I didn't want to start an argument, so I ignored the pain and continued on to the exercise room.

At the exercise room, the guard's attitude changed, because he wasn't taking the handcuffs off, and was starting to pop his knuckles. He lunged forward and punched me in the face so hard, I collapsed to the floor. Blood started to leak from my bottom lip then he kicked me multiple times in the ribs, causing a lot of pain. I thought that he had broken a rib for sure, but he didn't.

"You caused me to go through pain, so I'm just returning the favor." he said with an evil grin.

"I didn't cause your punishment you sick bastard; you did!" I yelled in my defense.

"Shut up!" He kicked me his hardest in the ribs, causing me to lose my breath then he opened the door to the exercise room. "Consider this your cell for the next hour. Now, get in there."

I couldn't defend myself, due to my hands being restrained. He threw me into the room, causing me to hit the floor with a loud thump.

"Enjoy your stay." The guard shut the door and left me in the dark to suffer.

I didn't say a thing, and rolled onto my back. The room was pitch-black, so I couldn't see anything. It was freezing, which I suppose he started up the cool-down session already. I sat on the hard ground and shivered to death.

My breath was showing, which meant it was below freezing temperatures in the room. I gritted my teeth, and thought of only one thing; killing that guard with no mercy being shown. My rage was at its highest range, and even though I was shivering, I knew I would be able to adapt. When I was in the military, I had to go places with temperatures below zero, such as Alaska, Antarctica, and other countries that had freezing temperatures. This was nothing compared to those places, so if this asshole thinks this is going to weaken me, he is dead wrong. He was just making me stronger.

The hour passed, and the lights in the room came on, and the cold temperatures faded away. My body was covered with frost, and the goosebumps on my arms and legs were showing, as if they were a mirage of bug bites. It was time. When that guard opens the door, and escorts me back to my cell, he's going to pay for what he just did to me.

"Time's up. By now, you should be a popsicle." said the guard.

I didn't say anything, and just remained silent.

"Giving me the silent treatment eh'? Not a smart idea."

I still said nothing.

"Alright. Time to take you back, so you can rot."

The door opened, and the guard walked in, looking at me like a piece of trash. He grabbed me by the back of my neck, and lifted me up to where I was facing him face to face.

"I won't be ignored by such a piece of garbage, so let's say I give you a snack."

I was confused, but I knew whatever he meant couldn't be good.

"Here, have a sandwich. A knuckle sandwich!"

The guard punched me so hard in the face that my nose broke. Blood splattered onto the ground from my nostrils, as I started to scream in pain.

"That's right. Scream. Your screams are music to my ears."

I continued to scream, but I refused to cry or pass out, so I stayed strong and thought of the four words that my wife says to me in my dreams. "Remember who you are."

My screaming silenced, which surprised the guard. He expressed an angry look on his face, and looked at me with hatred.

"Come on! Back to your cell."

Now, it was my turn to torture this bastard, and teach him a lesson through pain. He dragged me by my arm all the way to my cell, admiring my pain as he did. We had reached the stairs to the lowest part of this place where my cell was. I started to ready myself for my assault against this bastard, as we made our way down the stairs. We were getting closer, so I braced myself, because anything could happen.

We arrived at my cell door, and the guard started to release me from the handcuffs. Now, it was payback time, so I prepared myself for my attack. Once the handcuffs were released, the guard said one thing to me.

"Get in your fucking cell!"

"No." I said silently

"That's it! Time for me to go to the highest levels of torture for you!" he snapped.

"Hehe. You're the one who's going to be tortured."

"What did you say?!" he replied with anger. "Are you mocking me?!"

"No. You're just an asshole that needs to be taught a lesson."

"That tears it! I'll kill you myself!"

The guard went to punch me in the face again, but was stopped. I caught his arm and twisted it around 360 degrees, until his bone snapped.

The guard looked at me then screamed from the pain of me breaking his arm.

"H-How? How were you able to do that!?"

"None of your business. Besides, I'm just getting started."

He stared at me with fear in his eyes then I slammed my kneecap into his genital area with extreme force. The guard fell to the ground, screaming at the top of his lungs.

"Shut the fuck up."

I got down to his level and started to land severe blows to both sides of his face. His blood splattered in my face, but I continued to hit him over and over. With one final blow, I flattened his nose and broke it beyond repair.

Lastly, I kicked him in the genitals over five times, to where he was defenseless. He was done, so I grabbed him by his shirt collar and made it so he was face to face with me.

"Who's defenseless now?" I said

"I'll kill you... he said faintly.

My assault was complete. Now, it was time to get the code to my cell.

"What's the code to my cell?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Since he wasn't cooperating, I took my right thumb and index finger, and pushed his nose together, making him scream.

"Don't fucking lie. Tell me the code, or I'll do worse."

The guard gazed at me and knew he was done for, so he gave me a code.

"The code is 9473." he said weakly.

I had to make sure, before I killed him, so I entered the code into the machine that unlocked my door.

"Access granted."

I released the guard then proceeded to killing him.

"Thanks for the info. Now, payback is a bitch."

The guard looked at me, worried.

"Please, don't kill me." he begged.

"Give me a break! How will you explain how you got all beat up to the warden? You are too predictable, because the first thing you'd tell them is that I did this to you. Plus, you've tortured me, so I'm just returning the torture."


"Burn in Hell!"

I put my foot on his neck then pressurized my foot, until I removed his head from his shoulders. Blood was all over the floor, so I used my shirt to clean up the mess and hid his body further down the hall, in a garbage recycling machine.

I used the filthy water from my cell's sink to clean the blood off my hands and face. I had ridden one piece of the puzzle, but I still had a long ways to go, but I knew my cell's code now. Part one of today's schedule was complete, now, it was time for part two; to gain allies. I would wait for night to come to do that, because it was to risky to do it during daytime. I knew I was one step closer to getting out of this place.

The day seemed to drag out as slow as a slug, but it was finally nighttime, meaning it was time to prepare for action. I had to be stealthy and cautious, because a lot of guards were wondering what happened to the asshole I killed. I was so glad that an asshole, like the one I killed, was dead, because this world doesn't need people like him, and could go to a place where people like them were welcome, or in this case, that place is hell.

This place seemed like hell, but I was going to get out of this hell, while people who go to the real hell, can't escape. I'd hate to have to burn in an eternal lake of fire for eternity, which I wouldn't be able to escape from, due to being dead, so I couldn't die again. Just like this place, hell is horrible place where I never want to go. Therefore, I'd do all I could to to avoid going to hell, and I knew that killing the guard wouldn't send me to hell.

My cell was completely darkened, so I moved toward my cell door. It was unlocked, so I pushed it open then stepped out, into the hall. I started to walk up the stairs that led to the main level of this place, but I knew there would be guards, so I would have to be very quiet. At the top of the stairs, I looked around and didn't see no guards around. This was good for me; it gave me less to worry about. I walked forward into a horizontal hallway that seemed to go on forever and wondered if I should go right or left.

It was hard to decide, because either way could be a trap and I would be caught. Suddenly, I could hear a voice whispering in my ear, "go right."

I turned around to see who was whispering in my ear, but was surprised that there was nothing there. My mind had to be playing tricks on me, or that nanobot inside was causing this. Then again, what if that's my wife's voice telling me to go right? It sounded just like her, but the nanobot could be making me think it's my wife's voice. My mind was in a state of debate, which started to give me a headache, so I shook my head and made the decision to go right.

The hall extended for what seemed like miles, but was only about two-hundred yards. To be safe, I remained in the shadows, out of sight, because I didn't know what kind of technology these people were capable of using. For all I knew, they could have night vision sunglasses, which would spot me easily.

The hall finally came to an end, so I remained hid, while I searched around for anything that might give a clue of where to find the other prisoners. I managed to spot some kind of sign with writing on it, so I moved toward it, trying to stay in the shadows.

The sign had directions to every sector in this place, meaning, I hit the jackpot. It was a perfect guide, because it showed the way to every inch of this hell. Overlooking the sign, I spotted the place where they keep other prisoners, which wasn't to far from where I was. Without any hesitation, I cautiously headed in the direction I needed to go.

I stood before a door, labeled "Cell Room," which meant I was in the right place. I moved toward the door and opened it, only to see over fifty cells all the way to the end of the hall. It was hard to believe that this many people were stuck here.

All of them were sleeping, due to the sound of snoring filling the hall, so I would have to be able to wake them up without freaking them out. I started to walk down the corridor, until I was stopped by a voice.

"You shouldn't be wandering around. You can get in some serious shit."

I looked around.

"Who said that?"

"I did."

I turned to where the voice was coming from. It was an older man that looked like he was on the verge of death. I walked to his cell, hoping I could persuade him to join me in an attempt to escape from this place.

"You look like you should be in a grave." I said.

"I wish I was." replied the old man.

"How long have you been here?" I asked.

"Over one-hundred years." he replied.

My eyes bulged. "Holy shit!"

"I was put here in 1920; when it was first established. They told me that this place was being taken over by an army of German soldiers. Turns out, I was fooled and was immediately admitted."

"That's horrible. By the way, my identification is 174920."

"Mine's 1."

"Why, 1?"

"I was the first victim to be a part of this project."

"I'm so sorry."

"I've learned to just do what they say, and live a life of misery."

"I've only been here for three days and have been doing the opposite, because nobody can change me."

"You've got some balls. Tell me. How did you get out of your cell?"

"Promise you'll keep this between us."

"You have my word."

"I managed to kill a guard that treated me like garbage, and obtained my cell door's code."

"You really are bold. What are you trying to prove?"

"I'm trying to get the fuck out of this place, but I can't do it alone. That's why I'm here. I need your help."

"Getting out of here is impossible, because there are guards everywhere, and if we fight, we will be tortured to death."

"That's why I've come up with a plan."

"What kind of plan could you have?"

"I've had my years in the military as well, so I figured out that the nanobots in our bodies require fuel to run."

"How could you know that?"

"Last night, I scratched my knuckles, and the scent of fuel was coming from the openings of the scratches. In other words; the serum that they insert into us contains fuel."

The man looked at me surprised.

"What a discovery. How is that going to get us out of here?"

"There has to be a source of fuel somewhere in this place. If we can find it, I'll be able to create something that will ignite this place into nothing but rubble."

"What about cameras? The warden is watching us at all times."

"If I can find the main power grid that powers this place, I'll hack into it, and shut it down. The doors to the outside will be open, the cameras will be dead, and the machines will be dead that guard the front entrance."

"What does this have to do with me?"

"I need you to get everybody out of this place, before I blow this place up. Once this place is destroyed, we will return home to where we belong, and once the serum fades from your system, you can finally rest in peace."

The man hesitated for a moment, but came back with an answer.

"Alright. If you believe you can remove this place from existence, I'm with ya'."

"Good to know. Let's get the fuck out of this place."

"Roger that."

"As soon as I find the power grid, I'll shut it down and let you know. However, I'll need time to build a miniature bomb that will destroy this place."

"How long?"

"Two days. That's all I need. Can you wait that long?"

"I've been here longer then anybody else, so I can wait a couple of days."

"Glad to have an ally."

"I never thought somebody would have the guts to attempt an escape."

"I'll let you know when the time's right."

"I'll be waiting."

The man turned away from me and lied on his bed. As for me. I rushed back to my cell, knowing that this place was going to fall soon.

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