Luciana lay on her stomach, the thin roughness of her cot a dull pain in the background as her fingers idly toyed with the corner of the page she was currently reading. The silver of her bracelets caught the glow of the fluorescent light above distracting her momentarily, disrupting her minds journey through H.G.Wells War of the Worlds. Methodically, she began the paragraph she was reading from the beginning once more. As she neared the middle of the passage, the hard clack of boots on concrete interrupted her concentration once again. She looked up over her shoulder towards the door of her cell, the dull gray of the walls providing little variation to the eye.

From outside the door, she could hear two guards conversing in hushed whispers. One of the two voices she could make out belonged to Danny, the guard the MSP had permanently stationed outside her cell. The one she wouldn't fight for her medication. The other harsh tone made her grimace, as she recognized him as Jared, a guard with a seemingly unnecessary hostility to her. Though she couldn't see them talking just out of sight, she knew both of their faces and could imagine them conversing as she quietly tucked her book away, moving to the door to eavesdrop. At first, she had to strain to hear their voices but, their conversation quickly increased in decibel.



Luciana silently scattered back onto her cot, pulling her knees into her chest to try to seem as natural as possible. The jingle of keys grew nearer and as she turned to look at the guard carrying them, she was instantly regretful that she had. The rough stubbled jawline of Jared's face greeted her gaze, his thin lips curling at the corner in a nauseating variation of a smirk. The bridge of his nose was adorned with a massive twist of cartilage, the evidence of his nose having been broken previously and haplessly healed over. "Prisoner X-52. Move." he instructed her, motioning sharply with his hand but keeping his distance, his free hand resting closely on his pistol.

"She has a fucking name..." Luciana heard Danny hiss through his clenched teeth as she entered the hallway where he stood waiting. The grimace on his face melted away as he saw her, his lips curving into a natural grin. The light in his smile reached his eyes, giving them a soft fatherly glow to them. His dark brown hair had started to grey and was mostly evident in his trimmed beard. As Jared clacked his boots behind her, evidently ready to escort her, Luciana watched Danny's face turn rigid once more. With a silent nod, Danny turned on his heel and headed down the hall, Luciana behind him with Jared tight on her heels.

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The room was cavernous, the largest single room she'd seen since her year here at the prison. There were various other prisoners scattered around the room, some in a group while others preferred to be curled up with a book or plucking the strings of a guitar. Luciana noted that all of the prisoners were male as she made her way to a separated table, seating herself with her back against the wall. 'Lovely.' she thought to herself, her eyes assessing each and every one of them. Surely one of them would approach her before communal time was over. After all, men would always be men, with or without powers.

Josh sat in his cell the dirty tiled walls and floor were dirty and cracked, Little light flooded in from the light above, the uncomfortable cot he was lying about made him want to sleep on the floor instead. He hated it here, but he needed to be with his own people to save them, he wanted them all to be free, even if some of them didn't deserve it. He sat up, his eyes adjusting to the dim yellow light, he stared at a pebble on the ground willing it to move he knew it wouldn't work. But he had read somewhere about the power of suggestion, tell someone they can't do something and sometimes they can't.

His thought was interrupted by an unlocking of a door, a black boot stepped in "come on, scum you've been chosen" the man's voice was gruff and filled with hatred, Josh stood up and walked through the threshold of his holding cell and into the hallway as he walked the guard purposely walked faster than him, stepping on his heels "come on, speed up you piece of shit" the man spat Josh sighed with annoyance and kept walking. Your time will come he kept thinking to himself.

He was brought to a giant room with a few prisoners scattered about walked away from the door and sat down on a nearby bench thinking about how he could destroy this place. He would need help if he wanted to escape "time to start recruiting". He whispered to himself.

Payne listened intently when everyone explained their powers, and discussed quietly amongst themselves the plans of their powers. Meanwhile, the biomass being himself leaned backwards, noticing an obnoxiously loud boy enter the room, followed by a female and yet another man. The man had sat down on a bench and began to mutter to himself, throwing a glance at their little 'group'.

"Must be up to something." Payne muttered raspily, but temporarily ignored it. His map was done, written and drawn beautifully and with ultimate detail. Apparently they were on the lower sector, while there was a large steel door, locked by a keypad, somewhere relatively close to the community room, with large stairs leading upwards onto the next sector.

He glanced over at the three other prisoners he was besides, and whispered, "The Map is done."

David looked from Cyrus, who's observation skills were noted, to Payne who said the map was finished. He wasn't kidding. There was more detail on the map than he could ever imagine. He could even see find his own cell! But that wasn't important. What was important where the stairs. Only two cameras between them and those stairs. If they reached those, they were as good as half way. "This map, it's awesome." he said happy, but still wiht a silent tone.

After that he started looking around. A few more people had entered the room, but didn't join the group. Except for the loud fellow whom introduced himself. David had no time for loud people. He only glanced at the guy who was called Mattew and then looked over at the room. Cyrus had made a good point. The guy was sweating without even moving that much. Another person, a girl, had entered the room too and took a seat, quickly followed by a guy. David didn't recognise either of them. But they where noticibly older than many of them.

"Mattew, stay silent." he then quickly said to the new guy. "Okay, here is the new version of my plan. Payne, can you keep cams down for 5 minutes tops?" i quickly asked. Then i turned to Mattew. "And what is your power?"

Matthew was only slightly annoyed by the fact that everyone chose to ignore him, more importantly though it seemed that someone had made a really cool map.

"Matthew, stay silent." A voice said to him, and whipping his head around, Matthew nodded vigorously at the command. He hopped forward towards the owner of the voice.

"H-" Opening his mouth to speak, Matthew quickly remembered that he was supposed to be silent. Scrunching his face up, Matthew felt a twitch starting to come onto his face. A bright smile then seemed to bloom on Matthew's face, gesticulating wildly, he tried to show that he had no real idea of what power he had, and that he really thought that he wasn't even supposed to be here.

Confident that his message was received (because waving your hands back and forth with no rhyme or reason, is no doubt the perfect way to converse), Matthew nodded twice before leaning over and glancing at the map.

It was beautiful, well drawn and if Matthew squinted and tilted his head to the left at around a forty degree angle, he could swear that it looked to be pure art. A single tear of appreciation ran down his cheek, as he took in the full majesty of the map. Making sure to etch it into his memory, Matthew tore his eyes away to look towards the artist who drew it.

Staring at the man, Matthew sent silent messages of appreciation towards the man's art skills.

Luciana watched as more of the men in the room began to gravitate towards the small group in the corner, leaning around an image one of the men had been working on when she first entered. Her attention drifted to the bookshelf off to the left, her face lighting up as she excitedly rose from her chair and strode across the room. Without a second thought, she grabbed a book from the top shelf, turning her attention to the man plucking the strings of a guitar. She smirked, tilting her head to the side, listening to the soft rise and fall of the melody.

Carrying the book close to her chest, she strides over to the red haired man and lowers herself beside him without a word. She knew she'd never be able to concentrate on reading with music playing in the background. But it was not unpleasant and so, she decided to enjoy it for the time being. She could always read back in her cell.

The annoying clack of boots broke her attention up and towards the door. Six guards positioned themselves around the room, one of them grumbling that half of the 'monsters' in the room shouldn't have been given permission to be there, arguing to himself about stupid humanity laws. Her eyes recognized Jared, posted closest to the door. Why were they in here? Were they going to rough them all up? Luciana sincerely hoped not.

Cyrus note the three people that entered the room, two men and a female. Interesting, he thought that the prison was all males, he was mistaken. Cyrus narrowed his eyes on Matthew, who was being very loud. He begane to growl out a response but David beat him to it, he let the matter go. After some spastic attempts at a weird version of charades, Green realize that Matt had no powers, or at leas thought he didn't. Cyrus turned to Payne when he announced the map was done, and infact if was perfect, beautifully crafted too. He grinned for once, "impressive," he responded.

Cyrus cracked his knuckles, they were actually getting somewhere. Then, suddenly, six guards entered the room. Cyrus swiftly slipped the map into his pocket, he nodded to the other men to quiet down. Cyrus glared at the guards, "I wasn't aware that we needed babysitters. This has never been done before." His muscles bulged once again, he wanted to crush them to a pulp. Cyrus looked over at Payne and David, "do we take them out?" He whispered this so quiet that it was barely audible.

Riley ignoring the newcomers, even the loud one, watched as Payne finished drawing the map, it was so incredibly detailed that it was like someone had taken the roof off and taken a photograph from above.

The noisey newcomer came over and stared at the map, Riley produced a sonic nullifying field in between himself and the other guy, ignoring the sharp, needle-like pain in his arm where the bracelet was. "Everyone's starting to notice us, we need to wrap this up." he whispered to the group as he dropped the field.

Suddenly Riley could hear the boots of the guards stomping outside the door, "We really need to wrap this up." he thought as they came in. Riley heard Cyrus ask David and Payne something about 'taking out the guards'. "I need you to keep the guards off of me so that I can shut down the camera. Distract them." he whispered, moving down the bench and towards the area the camera rested.

After a few compliments about his map, Payne gave a small nod of thanks to the loud boy from before, and to Cyrus. The praise wasn't all that necessary, nor did he really care about his artistic skills, but it wouldn't bode well for him to be rude towards future guests.

He allowed Cyrus to pocket the map once he saw six guards enter the area. From what he had overhead via Biomass Rats, they were supposed to have a full day un-bothered and peaceful. So why were they here? The being of biomass shifted in his seat, eyes narrowing down into a glare, his hands clenching from their interlocked position.

"I wasn't aware that we needed babysitters. This has never been done before." Cyrus spoke up roughly, before looking towards Payne, David, and Riley. "do we take them out?" Payne was happy to do just that, standing up to shred the guards to bits, but was distracted by Riley, whom needed a distraction to take out the cameras. Then they could enjoy the bloodbath. Payne grinned grimly, and walked forward, his shackles making a screeching noise on the floor.

"Go back to your seat, abomination. We are here for security purpo-" A guard began, brandishing a baton...until Payne simply spat at his gasmask. There was brief silence, and then...

"YOU FUCKING FREAK!"

The man tackled Payne to the ground, and the guards surrounded the two, laughing and kicking at Payne, their attention focused solely on the silently grinning superhuman. Payne turned his eyes to Riley, and blinked twice.

David noticed the guards entering. It didn't do him well. "Did they hear us?" he asked himself in a whisper. Cyrus had the sence of hiding the map. Something David didn't even think about. This wouldn't go according to plan. Then Riley asked if they had to be taken out. Of course they had to. But not before that cam would be de-activated. But still, there where 6 guards. Payne might be able to handle two of them, maybe. He didn't know about Cyrus or Riley. Maybe each could take one? But he didn't know for sure. He barely knew for sure if he might take down one. His heart started to pound. They needed to move, and fast.

Panic started to take over him. The pen he held in his hand started to get lose. His powers where starting to react. The pin in his hand now hovered above his palm. It was spinning and fast. He looked down at the pen as Payne walked towards the guard. Maybe he could shoot it at a guard's leg? He then turned to the sound of the guard talking. Seconds later and David's entire face was filled with shock. Did Payne just do that!? Thanks to that sacrifice the stress of David eased a little. He quickly turned to Riley and whispered: "Get that damned cam down. The second you finished, we each take a guard down!" He really hoped that Payne would be able to hold on for several seconds and that the others in the room would help them.

Cyrus observed Payne's grin, and guessed what he was going to do. He was correct. Cyrus stood with Payne, and grinned when Payne spat on one of the guard's gas mask. The guard shouts profanities, and then tackled his inmate. "Fuck it," he mumbled as they all began kicking Payne. Cyrus got behind one of them and began choking him from behind with his own metal handcuffs. Green prayed that Riley was going to work on those cameras, this was about to get messy. Cyrus dropped the first guard, the poor bastard lay limply on the floor, his windpipe was probably damaged.
Two guards jumped on him, slamming him to the floor, leaving three around Payne. This better be worth it. Green let the guards get a few shots in, thank god he had eaten that power bar and candy, he could take a few hits, for now. One guard made a move towards his pistol, Cyrus slapped it out of the man's hands, hopefully one of the prisoners would be able to pick it up. This beating better be worth it. If this didn't work, living would be hell with these guards around. They would do everything they could to make the prisoners' lives as painful as possible. Cyrus knew this was a make it or break it situation, would they be able to pull it off? Their plan was shit, they should have spent more time in it. It probably wasn't smart to beat in the guards either, but he wasn't just going to stand there. At least now all the guards were occupied.

Luciana pulled her legs into her chest as the guards crowded the large man on the ground in the center of the room. Another man began to choke a guard and she bit her lower lip, before she cried out "Leave us alone!" her voice having more bite to it than her disgruntled face would imply. A guard pulled away from the man in the center of the room and stormed across to her. "Shut up, bitch!" he shouted, as at least 12 other guards stormed into the room wearing riot gear, having somehow known about the rising tension in the room. Were there cameras in here? Secret cameras perhaps? I guess a Maximum Security prison would have those implemented.. she frantically thought.

The guard in front of her looked down to a black box on his belt, a red light beeping along with a sharp annoying sound. "Shit. Their bracelets are down. Neutralize them. NOW!" He ordered, raising the barrel of his stun gun and pointing it directly at Luciana's chest.

Riley waited for a signal as Payne stood up and walked towards the guards, his shackles grinding on the cold, hard floor.

"Go back to your seat, abomination. We are here for security purpo-" The guard was interrupted as Payne had spat in his face, a split second later another guard tackled him, the rest of them encircled him, kicking and beating Payne.

Riley saw the signal and immediately headed for the camera, David whispered to Riley "Get that damned cam down. The second you finished, we each take a guard down!" he'd had done this many a time when he was a thief, though there was never a brawl going on behind him when he did it. Normally he would have needed tools, but the sound of the commotion allowed him to construct some. It didn't take him long to disable the camera, as it sparked and died, he stood up with still enough sonic energy left in him to help Payne, they would need to kill the guards quickly before more reinforcements came.

Enveloping his fists with what was left of the sonic energy he gained and ignoring the pain in his arm which he noticed was getting duller with every second, he walked up to one of the guards and punched them in the stomach, normally a punch like this would have left them winded, but enhanced with Riley's powers it made the guard vomit in his gasmask and he fell over unconscious. More guards wearing riot gear marched in. "OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE, THE PLAN'S FALLING TO SHIT!" Riley shouted as he ran up to the rest of the guards, enveloping the other limbs and the rest of his body.

Payne growled silently, grabbing a guard's feet before it could come into contact with his face. In one clench, the entire foot was crushed into pulp, amongst the guard's roars of pure pain and agony. Activating all of his biomass, and ignoring the pain that came with it, Payne's body suddenly erupted in fleshy, blood-red and black spikes and tendrils, bursting from the man's body and piercing through five guards that were surrounding him. The razor-sharp tendrils completely ignored the riot armor and shields, piercing it as if it was plastic. Once the tendrils were caught in their body, the five guards were abruptly thrown towards Payne, who was simply standing there, his arms now large, wicked-looking crimson blades. In one swing, he decapitated the penta, their blood spouting rivers into the air.

"You're all...DEAD." His voice came out dangerous, quiet, and disembodied, as he stomped the bodies into gory biomass and absorbed them. Once he was done, he glanced over at the others, whipping his head back and jerking it forward, his tongue coming out as an abnormally long pike, flying through the air and piercing a guard, that was aiming a gun at a scared female prisoner, through the neck.

As soon as David saw the sparks off the cam he turned around, aimed his spinning, floating pen at a guard. He concentrated all his power behind the pen, making it spin faster and faster. Finally he released, sending the pen at the guard with a speed slightly faster than a bullet. The sudden surge of released power overcharged his bracelet, as the little lights flickered and finally died. He looked up at the guard. He must have been luck. The pen had pierced the gas mask and drilled itself in the skill.

He felt a sudden sickness overcome him. It was the first time he killed someone. Hell, it was the first time he saw someone die or get injured like that. But he got it together. He looked up again. Riley had punched a guy in such a way that the poor guy started vomitting in his mask. Now with the bracelet and his senses somewhat regained he felt a sudden freedom. Like he was once chained but now free. He didn't feel like this for too long. But then the twelve other guards entered. This would become more than a bloodbath. This would be carnage.

With his mind and will he first looked at the thrown away gun. He lifted it off the ground and shot it towards Mattew's hands. The kid didn't even know what his powers where. But at least he could make himself usefull and try to hit some of the guards with a bullet. He hoped Mattew understood that. Then he looked at a guard who was kicking Cyrus. With all his focus he tried to lift the guard. It worked! Then he heard what Riley was shouting. "THEN WE NEED TO UNFUCK THE SITUATION!" he shouted back. There was no dropping out now. They where commited. Everyone in the room, if they liked it or not.

Luciana shuddered as the blood spattered from the mans neck onto her face, forcing her to stifle the taste of vomit rising up her throat . Out of the corner of her eye, she could see one of the recently entered guards in riot gear near the door, flipping a switch on his talkie at his waist, before lifting it to his mouth. She couldn't make out what was being said but, seconds later, a bright red light lit up above the door. Quickly, a single guard in bulky armor entered the room before the door closed behind him with a loud series of clicks. The door had been locked and she was now trapped in this room. With these Psychotic men. With Superpowers.

Slowly, she forced herself to some semblance of standing, sliding her back up the wall with her arms wound tightly around her. She just wanted to be back in her cell, curled up with a book. Why did she have to be here for community time? Surely, they would kill all the guards. Would they kill her too? Would they try to rape her before hand? Savages often did that after winning a battle, didn't they? The bulked out guard lifted a megaphone to his lips, projecting his voice from behind the sea of guards. "Stop your attack. I am here to negotiate. Cease your efforts and allow me to try and help you." It was Danny. She was sure of it from his tone and instantly, she wished for him to be out of here, out of this room. One of the people in this room would want nothing more than to kill him.

"What in the actual fuck..." Riley whispered to himself in response to the bizarre and disturbing attack that Payne had just committed, even in a world with superpowers this was beyond strange to him. The dying screams of the guards fueled his powers, strengthening his armour, which was also disturbing.

Riley ran up to a guard and kneed him in the face, the sonic-enhanced attack unhinged his jaw, leaving it dangling even though he was still wearing his riot gear. While the guard was distracted by his jaw, Riley came up behind him and elbowed him in his back, snapping his spine. Riley left him there and moved on to the next guard, they needed to hurry before the entire prison staff came down on them.

"P-please, I have a family..." The guard whimpered from where he was embedded into the steel wall, Payne's unbudging grip keeping him there. The bionic being only stared at the man, blank eyes glaring faintly with pure rage and anger. They wanted forgiveness?! Mercy?! For locking them in this fucking prison for no god damn reason, other then the fact that they were different?! Payne gave no shits about any of the other prisoners, even though he felt a small, fleeting sense of companionship with the Riley kid and the David guy...but to lock everyone up? Abuse children, pregnant women...innocents?

"...Psh. Yeah right."

Holding the man up with one hand, and ignoring his whimpers, Payne formed his left fist into a massive, pulsing black wrecking ball made of biomass, before swinging the arm back and slamming the engorged fist right into the man's stomach. It ripped open from the pure force, completely emptying the poor man's entrails and bodily fluids onto the floor.

"P-please..."

With a growl, Payne formed his fist back to it's regular shape and picked the half-dead man out of the wall, grabbing his massive, gaping stomach wound and completely ripping him in half. Dropping the gutted carcass onto the ground, Payne stomped it into biomass, consuming it instantly.

That's when he heard the echoing footsteps of a large, heavily armored man.

Turning on his heel, Payne watched as, amongst the large group of MSP Officers, a large, bulking figure in heavy armor slowly walked in, speaking through a speaker about negotiations and junk. The door also locked in on itself. Negotiation. Hmph.

"Negotiation? How about you all do me a favor kill yourself?" his raspy, disembodied voice growled out. Payne walked away from the group of bodies he had brutally ripped apart, his bio-mass clothing now changed into a blank white mask, a crimson and black armored hoodie, blue jeans, and regular sneakers. A guard tried to rush him, but he threw his arm forward, the arm changing into a sickle and stabbing the guard through the chest. He jerked the guard forward and headbutted him, caving in his forehead and bringing him to his knees.

With one hand, Payne grasped his head and squeezed, before consuming the remains.

Cyrus grunted as the man on top of him was lifted into the air. The young adult jumped to his feet, he was angry now. His bracelet tried to stop him, and pain coursed up his arm, but it was no use. It overloaded and fizzled out, time to finish this. Green let out an inhuman roar of some kind, he and his muscles grew to an insane size. Cyrus reached out a hand and crushed the floating man's throat, death was swift. Cyrus preceded to smash his way through three more guards. He saw more guards enter and he lifted his arms. White blasts shot out of his hands, anything they touched exploded, and his accuracy was deadly. Five guards dropped, appendages flew everywhere. This was absolute carnage. A few guards tried to shoot him, they barely even pierced his skin. Boy was he going to have to feast when this was over with.
A man in a juggernaut looking suit entered the room, and the doors behind him shut, an extra steel door dropped after it. Cyrus blast that man too, his suit was a bit more durable, and Green didn't want to waste the energy. He probably only had a couple blasts left before his body started taking nutrients from his muscles. "We need a plan!" He growled, as he sprinted forward with inhuman speed. The jugg caught Green's fist in the face. His mask shattered. Cyrus punched the man's face through the shattered glass, ending him. "We are sooo screwed," he said grimly, voice distorted from the fast growth of muscle and bones in his body.

The man in armor dropped down dead after Cyrus had punched him. In the mean time David had taken the pistol of a dead guard, some ammo and the keycard. It could come in handy later. Then he heard Cyrus shouting. "We are soooo screwed." he heard. He couldn't blame Green. This all happened so fast now. But they had to breach that door. That was the first step to breaking out.

So that's what David did. He started to force all his power at one point. A seemingly purple little crystal formed where he held his hands close to each other. The focal point was between them. With a near inhuman shout he released the crystal. it flew fast at the door. With an enormous forst it dented the door and the steel plate behind it severally, nearly breaking it open. Adrenaline was taking over but he knew it would be a bad idea to do that again. Most of the guards where now either disarmed or dead. "Someone! Help me with this door!" he shouted, hoping someone had some usefull power to make the final push and break it.