A BELLY SAD ENDING BWAHAHA

A shrill ringing sound shrieked down the very much empty corridors of a prison, deep within the heart of Toronto, Canada. Craig Swift jerked to life and a dull thud sounded as his forehead met brutally with the light above him. Cursing, he got up. Ruffling his hair, Craig pricked up his daughter's photo and told himself he had to hold on no matter what happened. To Craig, his daughter was the equivalent of his life.

A booming voice echoed down the corridor of cells. "Wake up! Time for breakfast! Stop wasting time and come quick!" snapped Kurt Thomas, the warden which every inmate detested. Grumbling, Craig's friends all got up and made their way to the canteen. Kurt swaggered down the line and nudged, even shoved some of the prisoners he found walking too slow. He enjoyed doing so and a gloat found its way on to his face in place of the once glacial expression.

What Kurt never knew was that all of the prisoners had long stood as one. They had all along been choleric people, and had gritted their teeth to put up with everything Kurt did out of his way to humiliate them. Kurt might never have guessed what his next action would trigger off in each and every one of the prisoners who were wisely biding their time.

"I said-" muttered an irate Kurt as he got to Craig, "MOVE!" Craig rolled his eyes as he quickened his pace. A dreaded feeling told him Kurt saw it. In that instant, a sickening sound of flesh slapping flesh caught everyone's attention. All the heads spun around, wondering what they would see. They were shocked.

Craig came crashing to the ground and his skin burned as he slid on the concrete some distance down. As Craig got up, he saw something that drove him up the wall. His necklace with his daughter's photo was smashed. The only memory that kept him going was destroyed. Blood rushed through his veins as his temples throbbed intensely. The long been gentle hands threw away their grace as they clenched into fists. All the effort that he had so painstakingly put in to eke out a clean record would all equate to nothing. But he had no regrets. As the prisoners watched, they did not realize they were up on their feet, fists clenched.

Chaos dawned. The canteen was turned into a battleground in a blink of an eye. Every single inmate was charging at Kurt. Kurt's legs buckled as his lips trembled. Other guards then rushed in to help. Craig drew back his fist and fired his strength into the face of a guard, sending him reeling backwards. Just as the inmates were dominating the authorities, a foreign force filed in. Craig was dizzy with anger as he thrashed guard after guard. His anger felt like it would never be vented. In that instant, everything disappeared as a tingling sensation turned into a excruciating jolt of electricity. His knees gave way as he collapsed unwittingly to the ground. The trained prison police soon subdued the rest of the prisoners. As Craig cursed, his vision blurred even as he struggled to keep awake. But everything blacked out.

Perhaps Craig's life had changed in the second his mind clicked on revolt. But somehow there has always been space for decisions that lead to uprising. The action many think of but dare not try. One that overturns all authority, order and control. The rebellion.