OZ-Starring Cody Ch. 6
By Dan

"Stop, I'll shoot!", Cody heard the prison guard say. As he turned around, he saw HE wasn't even the one being talked to! It was Robb, and he had gotten a hold of a guard's gun! "What if I shoot?", Cody heard Robb say. "Don't do it, I'll shoot. I swear to it!", the guard said. Cody heard a laugh amidst the roar of the riot and a shrill scream as two discharges fired! He turned in the direction of the gunshots, and saw the warden with the now-smoking pistol. "That'll hold Robb's slick *ss." The warden turned and his eyes narrowed at Cody. Cody, suddenly struck with cold fear, began to push his way through the surging crowd. "All units, respond.", Warden Ferguson said through a walkie-talkie.

"Apprehend the rogue inmate Cody...at all costs."

Cody finally was outside the sea of swarming inmates and guards. He looked up. The sun was beaming down on him, prompting him to wipe the sweat off his face. He clutched his not-yet-mended ribs, with a groan of pain, but as soon as he did that, he heard a gun fire seconds behind him!

"Stop where you are, inmate!" Cody turned around. He looked left to right. If he could run fast enough to his left was another part of the prison, but could he make it? Did he have a choice? Cody began running anew, prompting surprise from the guard.

"Hey! GET BACK HERE!"

"*Forget that!*", Cody thought wildly as he dodged another bullet. Just a couple more feet...and he'd be free! But the door opened from the other prison's side and a guard soon rushed out and Cody had nowhere to go! Cody slid on his heels, and turned to his right. "Ack!" Another guard! And another! "*Oh sh*t, now what?*", Cody thought as he was slowly being surrounded...

The warden, with shotgun in hand, made his way towards the soon-to-be captured Cody. He waved his hand, telling the guards to step aside. Cody looked at him with bitterness in his eyes. "Heh", the warden said,

"Thought you were gonna' make like a bandit, huh?" He got close to Cody's face in defiance, but maybe a little too close...

...Cody with a yell, began to punch the warden fast and furiously. So fast, in fact than when the warden finally got the final blow from Cody, he staggered, knocking his guards down, giving Cody ANOTHER chance to escape! "*Not before I do THIS, though...*", Cody said, reaching for a guard'd gun. After clicking it in place, he began to run. Cody didn't know where the exit was, but he'd D*MN sure make his own if he had to...

Cody burst through the prison doors, and looked around to his new surroundings. He shakily held the gun in his hand, a jet-black Glock. He had never shot somebody before, but if he had to, he just might if it meant his freedom... As he looked in the new area, he realized he was in the mess hall (lunchroom). And after turning aff all the lights, he ran quickly to the other side, and hid, catching his breath. He felt as if his heart was gonna' explode from pumping overtime. He suddenly heard a clatter, followed by a "Hey, what was this doing on the floor? Somebody's here!"

"*D*mn*", Cody grumbled. He slid under one of the many benches in the lunchroom, and waited patiently...

...He heard footsteps slowly make their way across the linoleum tiles. Squeak, squeak...

"*Aha!", Cody thought triumphantly. It HAD to be an inmate, because only inmates wore sneakers. The guards had boots. Some of them DID squeak, but most always went CLOMP ninety pecrent of the time. But whoever it was, they were getting closer...

"*Aww, SCREW IT!*", Cody thought. With a yell, he jumped from his hiding spot and pounced on the unseen character. "Hey! Lemme' go! I don't swing that way, not all the time anyway..." Cody, upon recognizing WHO it exactly was, tossed him to the ground. "Claude! What are you doing, you wacko!?!" Claude ran a hair through his reddish-brown hair. "Same thing you're doing, babe...bustin' outta' here!" Cody wouldn't touch this kook with a TWENTY-foot pole, much less a ten-footer, but he might know the way out....

"You know how to get out of here?", Cody asked, tugging Claude by his identical prison jumpsuit. Claude laughed. "So rough....You're naughty..." Cody released his grip on Claude's collar. "Cut the bullcrap! DO YOU KNOW THE WAY OUT!?!" The doors to the enteance swung open, revealing Warden Ferguson and ten attack dogs, all Dobermans....

"Get 'im!", the warden said. He released their collars, and watched as Cody and Claude fled their persuers.

Cody knew they couldn't run for long... "Claude *pant*, where the h*ll is the exit?"

"That a gun?", Claude asked, ignoring the question.

"YEAH, what the h*ll do ya' think it is?"

"Gimme'...", Claude said with his hand out. Cody eyed him with a questioning look. "Just gimme' it already!" Cody threw the gun to Claude just as the dogs were closing in! BAM! BAM! BLAM! BLAMBLAMBLAM! Claude with a sure hand, took out seven of the wild dogs! "That oughta' hold you puppies!", Claude laughed as the hounds whimpered over their fallen members.

"Let's scram!" Claude said, pulling the dumbfounded Cody. They hit a T-junction and turned left, just as the warden came running after his dogs. "Good God...Moby, Dan, Tristain, Nicky...", Warden Ferguson said in shock, as he saw seven of his ten killing-elite dogs laid out on the prison floor. "I'll get that d*mn b*st*rd Cody for THIS...", he vowed. The warden pulled out his shotgun, and whistled for the remaining three dogs to follow suit. "*You better watch out Cody...*",

"*You gon' be joining my poor dogs up in heaven real soon, when I get a hold of you...*"