Plotted starter for the lovely @cataclysmic-despair-blog !
There’s something demoralising about priding yourself on your craft, only for it to get metaphorically blown to smithereens. Or literally, whatever works. perhaps ironically, that was exactly what had landed him in this mess in the first place…
Trying to get material to power his suit was no easy feat but he’d always managed and managed well. Whatever had caused things to go wrong that time, even with months to think about it he couldn’t figure it out. And time dragged on in this place.
White and grey walls invariably met him in his daily routine, the boredom almost eating him alive. Usually the fury got there first. Places like this weren’t easy to survive in, never mind for someone like him, just over the age of majority and therefor monumentally screwed.
Get caught at nineteen, they don’t take you to juvenile hall anymore. The kid gloves come off.
Sometimes he wished he’d been younger… Sometimes it doesn’t matter either way. Adults usually had a better handle on themselves than teenagers did, and with how frustrated he felt, he was usually being the reckless one.
They called him by his given name here too, something he hated. Half the time even other inmates would refuse to so much as refer to him as ‘Red’. Well, until he got so pissed off that one time that his uniform had been more red than beige. They called him Red, then.
Anger management was becoming an issue, or at least that’s what the warden called it. As for Red? He just thought that if people left well enough alone he wouldn’t be quite as pissed the whole time.
The other half of his insurmountable fury had everything to do with failure. Red X never failed, but ever since that blast had knocked him out and he’d gotten caught, it had been one failure after another. And he couldn’t even seem to be strong for Adrien either, who was out there all by himself. They hadn’t seen each other in nearly a year now.
Foolish but brave Adrien who had tried to come see him several times, using the excuse that they were friends but that he’d had no idea of Red’s criminal pastimes. Bullshit, of course, but people wanted to believe it so they did. Granted him visitation rights and everything.
First time he’d tried to visit? Red was stuck in solitary after having attempted to break out. The next time? in the infirmary after having gotten into a vicious brawl with someone.
After a while he didn’t even get notified that Adrien had tried to make contact anymore. Instead all they had was letters, and both of them knew better than to let anything slip in something so easily monitored as incoming and outgoing mail…
That, too, pissed him off.
And…
He missed Adrien terribly.
How was the other doing? Was he okay? Had his father gotten his grubby claws into the other again or had Adrien managed to escape him? What about his former partner, the little ladybug, was she still chasing him? So many questions, and no answers to be found.
“ARGH!” His fist slammed against the wall in frustration, and he immediately got a warning for it, testing his already frayed patience further.
Damn it, he needed to get out of here! Even if he had to level the whole damn prison to get it done—
A year. A whole year of having to play dumb. Having to write dumb, careful letters. Having to deal with his father. With Ladybug. He had just turned nineteen as well, to no avail with his father. He now worked as a model for his fathers company. At least he got to have his own place.
After countless visits for nothing, after a year of waiting, he grew impatient. And, frankly, he was upset. He was angry. He wanted Red back. Today was the day. Three guards were out sick, another was stuck outside on watch duty. Today had to be the day.
Chat had a plan. It wasn’t the best, it wasn’t coordinated by any means. But he had to try something. He upgraded his outfit, in hopes to get some sore of advantage in a fight. His fingers now ended in claw like guards, the mask now covered much more of his face. His tail, rather than being a simple leather belt, was now much more mechanical in nature.
The staff remained the same, resting against his hip. He didn’t want to fight unless he had to. He had already slipped inside, attempting to find the cell that held Red. Lucky for the feline, it seems Reds temper was a dead giveaway. He slipped up to the cell door, a grin making its way to his face.
“Long time no see~” he purred out, leaning against the cell door with a chuckle. “What do ya say we get ya out before the guards realize?”
