Chapter 11 – The War for Freedom
Evelyn sat on the motel bed, watching Adrian closely. The weight of his past was etched into every scar on his body, every tense movement, every shadow in his storm-gray eyes. She had asked what happened next. She had thought she wanted to know. But now, as Adrian sat there, fingers curled around the edge of the table, his expression distant and haunted, she wasn't sure if she was ready for the answer.
Adrian exhaled slowly, his jaw tightening. Then, in a quiet voice, he continued.
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Seven Years Ago – The Breaking Point
Blackgate wasn't just a prison. It was a place where men were sent to be forgotten. The world didn't know they were there. No records. No hope. No future.
For five years, Adrian played their game. He fought when they told him to. He endured the torture. He waited. Because survival wasn't enough. He didn't just want to live. He wanted revenge. And more than anything—he wanted to go home.
So he watched. Listened. Memorized the guard rotations, the blind spots, the times when security was weakest. He learned the system better than the people who controlled it. And then, one night, when the moment finally came—he made his move.
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The Escape – A Plan in Motion
It happened during a scheduled prisoner transfer. For months, Adrian had been building trust with the right people. Men who wanted out just as badly as he did. And together, they started a riot.
Three prisoners faked a fight, drawing the guards' attention. When the guards stepped in to break it up, Adrian struck from behind. He moved fast, taking down a guard and stealing his keycard. As soon as he swiped it through the scanner, the doors to the lower levels unlocked.
And then—hell broke loose.
Alarms blared. Guards flooded the halls, weapons drawn. Some prisoners fought for their freedom. Others fought simply because they could. Chaos exploded in every direction. But Adrian didn't wait for luck. He moved.
He took out one guard. Stole his weapon. Kept low, weaving through the corridors, avoiding unnecessary fights. He reached the main security room, the one place that controlled every lock in Blackgate. And that's when he saw the real problem.
There was a final lockdown protocol. If activated, it would seal every door. No one would get out.
Adrian had two minutes to stop it.
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The Final Fight
As Adrian reached the control room, a shadow moved in the doorway.
Jonas Reddington.
Blackgate's head of security. A former black ops soldier. Bigger. Stronger. Smarter than the average guard. He wasn't just a man in a uniform. He was a killer. And Adrian barely had time to react before Reddington attacked.
The first punch slammed into Adrian's ribs, knocking the air from his lungs. He staggered, pain exploding through his side. Reddington was fast—too fast. He reached for Adrian's throat, but Adrian twisted, slamming his elbow into the man's jaw. They crashed into the control panel, sparks flying as buttons were smashed under their weight.
Time was running out.
Adrian fought like a man with nothing left to lose. Every strike, every movement, every desperate block—it was all instinct. But Reddington wasn't just any opponent. He had been trained to kill. And Adrian was starting to slow down.
Then—Reddington made a mistake.
He lunged, going for Adrian's throat.
Adrian sidestepped. Grabbed his wrist. Slammed his head into the metal console.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Reddington's body went limp. He slumped to the ground. Adrian didn't stop to check if he was breathing. He didn't have time. He punched in the override code he had memorized weeks ago.
A single beep echoed through the speakers.
LOCKDOWN OVERRIDE: ENGAGED.
The security doors unlocked.
Blackgate was open.
And Adrian was free.
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Back to the Present
Evelyn let out a shaky breath.
Adrian sat across from her, silent. His expression was unreadable, but the tension in his shoulders spoke louder than words.
"You escaped," she whispered.
Adrian nodded. "I did."
"But at what cost?"
Adrian's fingers curled into fists. "Everyone I killed… every choice I made… it was the only way to survive." His voice was quiet, but there was something raw beneath it. A weight he had carried for far too long.
Evelyn swallowed hard. She had spent seven years wondering why he never came back. Wondering if he had forgotten her. If he had moved on. Now, she realized—he had never stopped trying. He had fought through hell to get back to her.
Without thinking, she reached for his hand. Her fingers brushed against his knuckles, rough and scarred from years of battles he never should have had to fight.
Adrian froze.
"You're here now," she whispered. "That's all that matters."
His storm-gray eyes met hers.
And for the first time in years, the nightmare didn't seem so impossible to escape.
Because this time, he wasn't alone.