Escapology +20

Who: Rosette
Where: Halkon Base
When: There are no clocks in prison cells...
"oww... my head..." Rosette said slowly, as she sat up on the floor of
the metal cell. Every single wall was metal, and unlike many cells
you might be thinking of, this one didn't have a barred window, or a
barred wall at one side.
Instead, it was solid metal, save for a door, with a small sliding
hatch about halkon-head height. (Chest height for you & me). The bed
was also made of metal, though fortunately, they were quite hospitable
as far as beds go, and this one had a soft matress on top.
The slider in the door... slid...uhh... ominously, and the eyes of a
halkon appeared. The door bolt then slid, and opened.
A Halkon walked in, though he looked pretty much like every other
halkon she'd seen.
"Hello Mrs LaChance. We're going to torture you until you hate
everything and everyone."
Having your hands tied behind your back is always annoying.
Especially when it means the person in front of you can't see when you
flip them the bird, this is exactly what Rosette was doing.
The Halkon grabbed her by the hair, and dragged her out of the room,
and down the corridor, trying her best not to scream at the pain of
having her hair almost pulled out, she flipped up with her legs, and
aimed a kick to the halkons head... Unfortunately for her, she
misjudged, and although it would've been a perfect hit on a human
head, this head was about a foot below that, and she sailed over him.
He grabbed her by the waist, grabbing one leg each with spare hands,
carrying her in a way that she couldn't move, even if she wanted to.
"Smeg..." she said simply, as she let herself get carried towards a
room that sounded as if it was a french restaurant. The door opened,
and accosted her with a bright light. Closing her eyes in defense,
all she could hear was a violin, very well played too, she almost
relaxed at the sound of classy music.
"now you try" came the voice of a halkon, as the music stopped.
Instead of more soothing violin music, the sound of three separate
screeching violins flooded Rosettes senses, along with a rhythm-less
beating of a bongo drum. Rosette curled herself up in defense, as she
was still being carried, unfortunately this was the same time that the
halkon carrying her decided to let go. She landed in a heap on the
floor, with her nose touching the floor, her legs curled up over her
in what could only be seen as a crab position.
The violins didn't stop, not for an hour... not for three hours. The
noise was so unbearable, that even when Rosette was tired to the point
of falling asleep while walking, she couldn't. The screeching pierced
through every defense she tried to raise, blasting it down like a
super soaker blasts through sugar paper.
Eventually, the music stopped, and the voice of a very young halkon
instead flooded her ears. "how was that?" he asked.
The previous halkon, almost certainly a teacher, spoke up. "that was
awful. you haven't got a chance in hell of playing at a concert."
The kid started crying. not a gently sob, but full blown bawling his
eyes out. Rosette screamed, and managed to flip herself over into a
more comfortable position.
Rosette passed out shortly after, the screaming so loud that she
couldn't take it anymore. The halkon guard tossed her back into her
cell where she lay for the rest of the night.
She was awoken again in the morning, when the torture began again.
This time it was accompanied by thumb-screws, and feathers on bare
feet. Every hour, it would be stepped up, the violins playing at the
same time as classic torture devices, including a rack, being hung
upside-down, accupuncture, and listening to 'The Best of Terry Wogan,
Radio 2 breakfast show' How they managed to get hold of that... your
guess is as good as mine.
Inside her head, Rosette kept saying to herself "I need to get out of
here... I Must get out of here... I WILL get out of here." though
their torture was working, levels of hatred in her head were going out
of control. She wanted to kill the violinist, she wanted to kill the
torturers, and most of all, she wanted to kill all halkons.
Her blood was boiling, her hands were aching from being tied behind
her back for hours, and her head ached from the monstrously bad music.
Lying on the rack, as it was lowered, She managed to catch her bonds
on a nail in the small of her back, and cut them loose.
She smiled, ready to take her chances at escape. One arm flung to her
left, the other to her right as she grabbed the heads of the halkons,
and smashed them into the side of the rack, snapping both of their necks.
She sat up, and leapt at the young violinist, taking one of the
violins from his hands and snapping it over her knee. She rammed one
of the sharp ends into his face, and let him slump to the floor,
before laughing manically, and running down the corridors, barely
noticing the halkons as she instinctively caved their heads in on her
way to the launch bays.
"Hey! what are you doing? you can't be in here!" called one, as he
attempted to detain Rosette. She grabbed one of his many arms, and
swung him around, and off a 50-foot high walkway. She ran towards a
space ship, and got in.
"Thank god for simple designs!" she said, almost becoming religious
with it. The ship started up no problem, and before she knew it, she
was outside, facing the prison, and letting loose with every weapon on it.
She turned, and headed towards the Ffionian ship commanded by Jay.
"This is Rosette to Commander Chrysler! I've captured a halkon ship,
and need to dock!" she screamed, and blasted full speed towards the
ship, straight into the landing bay.