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S: To Die Free

BC: What would it be like- to look back on your life, a story untold, that had never been shown to the world? Be one of the first to know the story of Rex Armstrong.... an Alcatraz inmate. As he struggles to decide- good or evil?- what does he choose, and who or what does it affect.

FC: To Die Free

1: What do you think when you hear the words "Alcatraz inmates"? Al Capone? Machine Gun Kelly? All famous names, right? You would never dream of knowing my name, and I can't say that I blame you. No one knows my story. My name is Rex Armstrong. Here is the tale of my life that had never been told.

2: "Ooh," I shivered as I lowered myself onto the cold metal chair. Actually, it was more like a piece of metal sticking out of the wall but I didn't care. It was one of the few things I "owned" these days, and it seemed like anything was better than nothing. I thought, as I had many times, that I wished I hadn't. That I hadn't made that robbery, the one that changed my life forever.

3: Sure, I would have made a lot of money if I sold that Picasso. Sure, I spent almost four years planning the escapade. But I still regretted it. I never thought this would go so far. I never thought I would end up in Alcatraz. But that's just the thing, isn't it? I never thought. I just did. I did what I wanted to do without realizing the consequences. Of course I wanted to get out. I realized, though, that I needed to serve my time. It was what I deserved. Heck, there were some criminals in here who spent all of their time plotting on getting out.

4: They went crazy without their freedom. They spent all night and day, planning and plotting. But I would be surprised if they actually got out. Because of that and because I knew it was right to stay, I did. The wardens liked me for that, and let me tell you, it's a good thing to have a warden on your side. Automatically, they give you more freedom, more to do. They make it seem like you have a life on Alcatraz, | other than being a prisoner. But no matter how they treat you, you realize that you do have a life on Alcatraz- as a prisoner. That's all. As I fell asleep that night, I felt as if the concrete walls of the small cell were closing in on me. I tossed and turned, trying to rid my head of bad thoughts. Thoughts of escape. I thought that it had been right to stay, but now that I thought about it, no one deserved this kind of torture, to be locked up like a bird in a cage. Even if they had committed a crime, no one deserved this. Maybe I couldn't stay in Alcatraz, gentle and happy, forever. This blunt discovery enraged me. Click, click. The sound of the officers boot's on the floor, coming to bring me to breakfast. And suddenly, I made a decision. I was getting out of here, and as fast as possible. I looked at the gun, tasor, knife, and other dangerous things hanging on the officers belt. I welcomed the challenge.

5: I walked with the officer to the lunchroom, where everyone else was already sitting down. It was time. I swung my elbow, hitting him in the face, and wrenched myself out of his grasp. I went straight for the door and flew through the hall, going for the door marked San Fransisco Bay. | Already I had caused chaos in the lunchroom- I could hear the guards shouts and the prisoners complaints. I turned away from the churning water to look at the prison. I thought about how I had been in here for years, since it opened in 1853. Now I could hear the guards cries behind me. I faced the water again, staring into the spiraling, white capped waves. The choice was mine to make. Did I want to be an imprisoned, alive man, or die a free one today? Silently, I made my decision. In my head, I said goodbye to the 1, 545 men staying in Alcatraz. A few were notorious, dangerous, and crazy. But none of them would ever have the guts to do this. I could once again hear the aggravation of the guards as I launched myself off the edge of cliff, into the swirling water. The last thing I remember is the shock, the shock of the icy water. And then my world went black.

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