#askheroicide

M-my apologies... I can only do stovetop goods...

In one place, he nearly couldn't escape. They had put a tracker in Kenneth when he'd entered. Kenneth had no surgical expertise back then, at 25. Geno knew exactly where the tracker was, he could feel it in his arm. It would send out a tiny painful vibration every time he neared escape. Sometimes he'd double over, holding his arm, long enough to be dragged back. A fight broke out, and if it wasn't for that fight the thin little 25 year old wouldn't have made his escape. No, he wasn't involved in the fight itself, it was during the fight that he found a piece of broken glass. Kenneth tore the sleeves off his prison shirt, taking the time to do what he thought should be done. His wounds tended to at least stop bleeding faster than human wounds. So he did what he had to, tied the first sleeve on his upper arm tight enough to restrict blood flow. Then took the glass and dug into that forearm, making a long, jagged opening. Kenneth bit into the second sleeve, trying not to let himself make more than just small noises of pain. It hurt. He didn't like it. But he knew he needed to get this done quickly. He needed to leave the tracker and the glass shard, wrap the wound, and run. Hopefully while everyone is distracted by the riot. And he did. At 28 miles per hour, no human could keep up with him. Cars could, but they didn't send cars after him. In fact, they expected he'd fall over possibly dead by the time he climbed half the electric fence. It was a lot of pain, Geno fought himself. Determined to get out and go back to controlling his own life. Wasn't meant to be kept, didn't like being confined. In order to survive this, he learned a long while ago but never implemented it, he had to pretend he liked pain. It would make the effort more tolerable, keep him awake longer. He decided not to climb down the electric fence, just to leap off it. Planned to land on his already injured arm so he could get up and run after. He didn't notice that his once-red blood had been turned pink by the electricity he'd absorbed. He blacked out before he leapt. Doesn't remember any of what happened. He had to have run, he did run. The prison sent no one after him, it seemed. But they did. They sent a Hat after him. A White Hat. Oddly enough, a pacifist. Kenneth woke up in this White Hat's home. Arm in a cast, lying in a large, plush bed.

Kenneth Slugfalls had an... "accident".... Care to pester him about it? He might answer you honestly for now... Mmiiight.

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