Snippet #2629094

Timothy opened his eyes to the lone darkness of his cell. With the cold air and aggravation from the smooth cemented floor, only the smell of the walls, with their moist forest scent, gave him any type of closure. It wasn't enough. At least not enough to bring in the vibe of complacency that one would need to want to call it home. With the lack of a hearing, there was only one true way towards freedom. Today was as good as day as any, if any would ever come without his resolve. The young man wanted to rest and wait his sentence out, but by the current time he was aware that there wasn't a sentence to begin with. He was held there. Against his will, he was forced drugs that would make him powerless, the first dose leaving his legs numb. If anything he was lucky. For him, drugs given on a regular bases held no long lasting effects. Mixed with the current of adrenaline that was rushing through his veins almost forcing them to explode, his bodies durability was kicking in and his immune system was following suit, allowing him to stand on his legs for the first time in days. He leaned against the wall, feeling the dizziness swell from his head all the way down to his toes, his body slowly trying to feel normal again.
Glaring at the closed door in front of him, Tim moved his hand, pointing it in its direction to absorb the doors matter. Just as he was about to focus, the door opened and a burly man stepped through the opening. As his eyes focused, the mans clothing came into view, revealing he was not just an officer in the prison, but, judging by his different apparel, he was most likely a high ranking member of the guard force. The man walked in with a water bottle in his hand, guzzling it down as if he hadn't drank anything for weeks.

Throwing the bottle on the ground, the husky mammoth of a man, burped and spat on the floor in Tims direction. The grin that formed on his face was just as ominous as the situation and Tim reacted with wide smile of his own. "You the welcoming comity? Really like the suite, but I'd rather have the penthouse. There's no view here."

The mans grin diminished for a second as he spat on the floor, which was beginning to leave the smell of rubbing alcohol in the small box of a room. "Patient seems to be expressing signs of clarity even though the doses have been given. Extreme measures will now be taken."

Tim looked around to see if there was another person with the man, but it seemed he was talking to himself. Feeling the man to be insane, Tim began walking towards the door, but by the time he crossed the mans path, he was forced a few feet back. The punch was almost good enough knock him out within his dazed state of mind. On impulse, the young man crawled back to his feet and lunged at the man, who was laughing that a small guy like him would try to tackle him. However, Tim's goal wasn't to attack, but to swoop around the man. He succeed in switching position from the mans front to his back and could have made his way to the door. Then again he also could have kept the fight going, which is what he decided to do since the giant had the odasity to hit him. Since the guy was so sure of his size over Tim's he wasn't postured to stay balance on the floor, giving the boy the opportunity to pull him off the ground. Suplexing him to the ground, Tim got up and spit on the ground, just missing the man saying, "You didn't even know who you were messin with," while shaking his head in disappointment.

He stepped outside his cell able to fully stretch out and breath some fresh air, even though it was inside of a closed room. Still, it was better than the small box they had him sleeping in. His eyes adjusted to the light around the facility only to see a few dozen men pointing guns at him from a far distance and when he looked around, Tim realized that these men were covering all points of exit. He sighed, realizing that his escape wouldn't come easy, but suddenly began laughing. "So, this is what jail is like. What a challenge," he said to himself.
There was a railing in front of him that led to the lower floors and though there were also guards watching the bottom entrances too, Tim had an idea. One which he had no choice but to test. He climbed the two bars on the railing and spread out his arms in a sacrificial style, leaning over to fall face first into the ground. He fell two flights down, breaking off pieces of the cemented lined walls. Everyone below had made way for his inevitable decent which wasn't going to be pretty, though they hadn't taken their muzzles off of him. Unluckily for them, they hadn't witnessed the bods power before and were pushed back by the shock wave his fall created.

Tim, who had already summoned his lions paw, pounded off of the ground shooting into the sky ready to demolish the ceiling. Letting go of one of the charges on his back, he began to soar upwards at breakneck speed. It was too easy to tell the truth and he was a little disappointed. Though when he saw something other than the wall in his way, he was shocked. For the man who had fallen to his suplex was falling down towards him and before Tim could even react he was hit once more, this time, so hard that he couldn't register it before he was already on the ground, planted in a crater.

The room was now spinning in a variety of directions and he blinked multiple times to regain focus, all to no avail.

The giant of a man landed on his feet leaving a few cracks under his feet. His grin was just as predatorial as ever and he cracked his knuckles in achievement. "I guess, you didn't know who you were messin' with. Ey kid?" He looked over at the boy who was struggling to pick himself off of the ground, surprised that he didn't just break every bone in his body. "New statement," he said in a low tone. "Subject seems to be dangerously durable. If he doesn't die during detainment, his dosage should go up triple what he was previously given."

Tim was barely on his feet when he looked back at the man who was slowly changing in skin color from peach to grey. Even his hairy arms were turning grey. No, it was actually a silver color which reflect his surroundings. Tim glanced up at the ceiling then back to the man, figuring that he'd have to get past him first before escaping. "I don't know who you are, but if you think your metal powers are going to scare me out of escaping, I'm going to have to sorrowfully show you the error of your thought pattern."

"Oh..." The man grinned. "You sure talk a big game kid. Almost as much as your fellow criminals. Men always come here talking of how they're going to escape my jail. They come with way bigger mouths than you and powers that'll put yours to shame. Yet you think you're different. Hehe. I'm the damn warden. Do you know what that title means? What it means in a hell whole city like this?"

"Yeah. It means you choked a lot before getting here."

"What?" The warden was paused in thought on the meaning of the young mans words, which gave Tim the perfect opportunity to charge him. Letting loose the second of the three cartridges on his back, he launched towards the man ready to give him the punch of a lifetime. However, the impact wasn't the type that had wanted. Instead of pushing him forwards, or being paused by the strength of his metal body, Tims hand when straight through. The impact felt as if he was punching through a thick gelatin that slowly hardened the more he struggled and soon he found that he was able to remove his arm from the mans chest.

"So. You're trying to call me out of my sex? Heh. You have nice wordplay for a hoodlum. Though, you took the plunge and ended up in the depths. You shall never escape the flames of eternity once there. So I suggest you pray." From the wardens back, three long flowing objects began forming themselves in a grotesque alien manner. Though once they solidified, forming three large blades Tim could feel his stomach drop. With a final smirk sketching it's way across his face, he quietly said, "Seems like I'm pretty fucked then."
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A few moments earlier

Joe sped towards the Jail wondering if it was actually a good idea to infiltrate it to find some kid from off the street. He was sure he'd have a warrant on his back after this one. That is if he left any traces. It was common for him to cover up his tracks, but he didn't usually need to cover up federal affairs. Even Joe stayed away from the police and military, more worried that he'd have to leave the Wicked Ones than anything. He didn't want to have to go on the run.

He thought about it for the whole trip to the building and once he was close enough to be spotted he suddenly shrugged his shoulders. "I guess the question isn't if I should infiltrate them or not, but if I should crush them or blow em up." He came to a conclusion. All he had to do was blow up the top floor. That's where all of the other's were. It would be an easy cover up. However, a few casualties were bound to happen if he did that, "But that's life I guess. They don't care about you, so why should you care about them. Yep. You're right. I'm right. Of course I'm right. Cuz I'm one of the good guys."

Pointing a finger at the building, a small orb of energy formed before shooting off in the buildings direction, whistling through the air as it traveled. Once it was obvious that it had reached its destination, Joe snapped his fingers looking at the show of destruction in front of him with wide eyes and an innocent smile.
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Tim closed his eyes as the blades went for his person, awaiting all the pain that was sure to come with getting skewered. However, what he wasn't expecting was a loud whistle followed by a bang which created a quick cloud of dust and debris around the room. His body went into shock from the loud thunderous sound and he was swept off of his feet for their wasn't anything under them anymore. With his mind trying to take everything in, his thoughts seemed to halt until his back finally hit something.

Joe had used the gust of destruction to mask his entrance. He looked around with a quick scan and to his surprise, he didn't even have to check the cells for the boy. It was a successful in and out mission as far as he could tell. "I really hope you don't have any broken bones," he said as he swooped over to Tim and picked him up. "Damn, your heavy. Maybe it's that arm of yours." Joe felt the gauntlet armor that was around the boys arm, pouting at the life like texture it had. He did one more look around the building to make sure there were no eyes on him and blasted another part of the wall to create more dust for his exit. "Mission success. Just wait until Morgan sees you man. We're going to have so much fun."