There was a light mist of English rain which fell upon a prison transport van as it traveled early in the morning down a quiet country lane, heading to a newly built prison in Gates Head, near New Castle in the north east of the United Kingdom. There were six convicts sitting two by two. All were handcuffed and shackled to one another. Some men were far too old for hard labour, some were just still too dangerous to be let back out into society. The van smelled of the bacon and egg sandwiches the two armed policeman ate as they drove along in the early morning light. The delicious aroma of crisp bacon was like a small torture to the hungry inmates and this set one of them talking about all sorts of lovely home made dishes his mother used to cook for him when he was a wee lad.
Bengiman Pruce sat there in the back seat next to this chatterbox and, were it not for the chains and the guards, he would have choked the life out of this nuisance. Bengiman knew this was the same man who had, years earlier, raped and murdered two young girls before he set their corpses on fire. It was all Mr.Pruce could do to contain his rage. But he instead gave the talkative man an angry fearsome look and then he finally shut his mouth. However, it was not Mr.Pruce that made him cease his endless chatter but a terrible sight that was in the roadway as the van came around a sharp turn in the road.
"Oh My Christ!" the driver said his eyes wide as he dropped his bacon and egg sandwich on his lap.
There on the rain slicked road were two vehicles that had smashed head on into one another. To the left was a dead body of a man, in a long tan trench coach, face down in the road and two injured drivers behind the wheel of their little sports cars. The two guards pulled up and stopped as they leapt from out of the prison van to rendered aid to the injured and dying. The six prisoners all watched in shock as each guard went to check on the drivers and in doing so they each heard the sound of shots fired as the two guards were shot in the head and neck by the 'injured' drivers. As quickly as they fell to the ground, covered in their own blood, the 'dead man' in the road hopped up, ran over took the van keys from the dying officer, who looked up in shock and horror as he took in his last breath. The two drivers got out of the crashed autos as a long black car approached. The chained men were so confused and frightened they had said nothing as the man with the keys got in the van and moved it closer to the wrecked vehicles. He then went to the back of the van and opened up the large backdoor. He ordered the two men out of the back and Mr.Pruce complied as he jumped out with the child rapist/murderer close beside him the chain connecting them together straining on his wrists. They were led to the side of the road as they watched the tall man in the tan trench coat open up the gas tank. In doing this he produced a lighter from his pocket as he shoved a white sock down into the gas tank. As he lit this on fire screams of violent terror came from the prisoners as the van went up in flames.
As they watched the van burn the man in the trench coat went over and unlocked Mr.Pruce from his chains. As he looked at the man Mr.Pruce suddenly realized and recognized Hays, who smiled as he embraced his dear old friend. The child rapist/murder smiled as he believed he was being rescued too and as he went on thanking the men for helping him escape Hays pulled out a concealed weapon and shot the stupid bastard in the face. Mr.Pruce only squealed with delight as he climbed into the back of the long black car where Serena was waiting. Mr.Pruce, Serena and Hays, along with the other two accomplices, were in great spirits as they drove away from the crime scene as they heard the screams of the dying men being burned alive. As they pulled away the flames licked up at the engines of the group of cars and a massive explosion shook the road as Bengiman Pruce kissed Serena on the cheek, thanking her, giving her a squeeze. "I'm FREE!"
Bengiman Pruce sat there in the back seat next to this chatterbox and, were it not for the chains and the guards, he would have choked the life out of this nuisance. Bengiman knew this was the same man who had, years earlier, raped and murdered two young girls before he set their corpses on fire. It was all Mr.Pruce could do to contain his rage. But he instead gave the talkative man an angry fearsome look and then he finally shut his mouth. However, it was not Mr.Pruce that made him cease his endless chatter but a terrible sight that was in the roadway as the van came around a sharp turn in the road.
"Oh My Christ!" the driver said his eyes wide as he dropped his bacon and egg sandwich on his lap.
There on the rain slicked road were two vehicles that had smashed head on into one another. To the left was a dead body of a man, in a long tan trench coach, face down in the road and two injured drivers behind the wheel of their little sports cars. The two guards pulled up and stopped as they leapt from out of the prison van to rendered aid to the injured and dying. The six prisoners all watched in shock as each guard went to check on the drivers and in doing so they each heard the sound of shots fired as the two guards were shot in the head and neck by the 'injured' drivers. As quickly as they fell to the ground, covered in their own blood, the 'dead man' in the road hopped up, ran over took the van keys from the dying officer, who looked up in shock and horror as he took in his last breath. The two drivers got out of the crashed autos as a long black car approached. The chained men were so confused and frightened they had said nothing as the man with the keys got in the van and moved it closer to the wrecked vehicles. He then went to the back of the van and opened up the large backdoor. He ordered the two men out of the back and Mr.Pruce complied as he jumped out with the child rapist/murderer close beside him the chain connecting them together straining on his wrists. They were led to the side of the road as they watched the tall man in the tan trench coat open up the gas tank. In doing this he produced a lighter from his pocket as he shoved a white sock down into the gas tank. As he lit this on fire screams of violent terror came from the prisoners as the van went up in flames.
As they watched the van burn the man in the trench coat went over and unlocked Mr.Pruce from his chains. As he looked at the man Mr.Pruce suddenly realized and recognized Hays, who smiled as he embraced his dear old friend. The child rapist/murder smiled as he believed he was being rescued too and as he went on thanking the men for helping him escape Hays pulled out a concealed weapon and shot the stupid bastard in the face. Mr.Pruce only squealed with delight as he climbed into the back of the long black car where Serena was waiting. Mr.Pruce, Serena and Hays, along with the other two accomplices, were in great spirits as they drove away from the crime scene as they heard the screams of the dying men being burned alive. As they pulled away the flames licked up at the engines of the group of cars and a massive explosion shook the road as Bengiman Pruce kissed Serena on the cheek, thanking her, giving her a squeeze. "I'm FREE!"
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