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Finally, today was the day that Jean's been waiting for all his life. The day that he would finally be free from this prison. Though he'd be lying if he said he was at all confident in the plan. Placing their lives in the hands of those who allowed them to be poked and prodded, and torn apart and put back together again didn't seem like the best idea to him. Granted his idea of blowing up the place probably wasn't any better, but it would have been a lot more fun at least.
Jean sat on his bed, and idly tossed a ball made of rubber bands against the door to his room as he continued to wait to be released. After what felt like an eternity the sounds of footsteps could finally be heard coming from the hallway. âFinally!â He muttered to himself as he stood up from his bed, and walked over to the window on his door.
But instead of a nurse or an orderly what came was a squad of heavily armed guards. While Jean should be worried about them being betrayed, and possibly killed, but he couldnât help but have a smile across his face at the thought of giving Arthur a big fat âI told you soâ. Now he just has to make sure not to get gunned down before he could get that chance. He looked around his room to see what he could use to get out of this mess.
âMake this quick, this one's tricky.â The leader of the squad said as his men lined up outside of Jeanâs room. As they got into position there was a wet squish from one of the guards stepping in a puddle of water coming from underneath Jeanâs door. The clear liquid suddenly began to turn into a glowing violet color. âMove!â The squad leader shouted as the rest of the group scrambled to get away. The water exploded, sending the guards scrambling to each end of the hallway, as well as blowing the door off.
âYou boys thirsty?â Jean quipped as he walked over his fallen door, tossing and catching an empty water bottle in the air. His âcleverâ one liner was drowned out by the howls of pain from one of the guards caught in the explosion, clenching the bloody stomp that was once his leg. Before the guards could regain their senses Jean charged the water bottle, and tossed it to the guards on one side of the hallway.
The couple of guards tried in vain to get away but they were blown away by the explosive bottle. Turning his attention to the remaining guards Jean delivered a swift kick to the guard on the ground still wailing about his missing leg, knocking him out. âNot to tell you guys how to be villians or anything, but next time might I suggest you build your cells with like nerve gas vents, or acid-spraying sprinklers or something? It probably wouldnât have helped you much, but at least it would have been more clever than just shooting us.â Jean smirked as the remaining two guards got up. âAlright fellas, at least make this ass whoopinâ interesting.â
The guards raised their assault rifles towards him as Jean threw two charged playing cards that he kept up his sleeve. The cards embedded themselves into the rifles, and in haste the guards threw the rifles at Jean. He combat-rolled underneath them, and tucked out of his roll to punch the closest guard right in the family jewels, causing him to double over in pain as the guns exploded behind Jean.
The other guard quickly pulled his sidearm, and took aim at Jean. Jean grabbed the other guard by the collar, and used him as a human shield, catching the bullets in his kevlar vest. Jean tossed the guard into the other one. As the guard pushed the other out of the way Jean jumped off the wall, and punched him square in the jaw, knocking him to the ground. Before he could get back up Jean stomped on the hand with the gun, causing him to let out a loud scream of pain, and releasing his grip on the gun.
Jean kicked his pistol down the hallway and punched the guard in his face. Jean turned his attention towards the other guard, who was still reeling from the back-to-back testicle shot, and bullets to the vest. Jean began to nonchalantly whistle as he pulled the guards sidearm out of his holster. âDamn dude, you still conscious? You have just been a trooper today.â Jean said right before he pistol-whipped him as hard as he could, knocking the guard unconscious.
As the other guard began to get up Jean looked between him and the pistol in his hand, with a large grin forming on his face as an idea popped into his head. âBet thisâd be cool.â Jean charged up the gun, and fired three shots into the guards back. The bullets glowed with unstable energy, and all exploded, sending the guard flying down the hallway. âFuck Iâm awesome!â
âIsaac itâs time to go.â A Nurse Campbell said as she opened the door to Isaacâs room. She was a kind woman who mostly took care of Isaac. She would often bring him various scraps of tech that he uses for his inventions. Isaac was nervous, sweat dripping down his brow, and nervously shaking as he clenched the messenger bag slung over his shoulder that held a few of his inventions. Campbell gave him a gentle smile, and placed her hand on his cheek. âI know youâre scared. Itâs gonna be ok. Just stick with the others, and everything will be fine.â
Alarms sounded, and gunshots and explosions echoed through the halls. âCome, you need to hur-â Before she could finish her sentence a squad of guards came marching down the hallway. They put the nurse in their sights and fired. In a split second decision the nurse pushed Isaac back into his room. Isaac fell to the ground, and could only watch in horror as she was riddled with bullets.
Isaac freezed on the spot, and was unable to look away from her corpse. The guards walked to Isaacâs room, and aimed their guns at him. âSorry kid, no exceptions.â Isaac wanted to try to fight, or run, or something but he just couldnât will his body to move. He was like a deer caught in headlights.
But before the guards could fire a glowing rubber band ball rolled on the ground, and stopped next to the guardâs. Realizing what that was Isaac finally managed to move, and ducked underneath his bed. Isaac closed his eyes and covered his ears, though that did little to drown out the sound of the explosion. What followed was a series of gunshots, and more explosions.
After a few minutes had passed and everything went quiet. Isaac hesitantly peeked his head out from underneath his bed. What awaited him was Jean leaning against the door frame. âWell, well, well, pretty sure you owe me a life debt now Gadget Boy.â Jean smirked as he tossed his now empty pistol to the ground. âJ-Jean? T-thank you.â Isaac said as he crawled out from under the bed.
âAlright, letâs hurry up and blow this popsicle stand.â Jean said as he began to lead the way. âR-rightâŠ.l-etâsâŠ..goâŠâ Isaac struggled to move his legs, the smell of blood, and death was pungent in the air. He wasnât like the others, fighting wasnât his forte. Jean looked back, and saw Isaac shaking like a leaf, and moving at a snailâs pace. He let out a loud sigh, wondering why it had to be him to find Isaac.
âJust...close your eyes, and keep moving forward.â Jean said as he turned around, and grabbed Isaac by his wrist. Isaac just merely nodded, and closed his eyes as Jean led him past the carnage. Once the aftermath of the battle was out of sight Jean quickly released him. âT-thanksâŠ.again JeanâŠ..for everything.â
âYeah, yeah, yeah donât mention it. Seriously donât mention it, I got a reputation to uphold.â A slight smile crept from the corner of Isaacâs mouth. âWe better hurry up. Without me the others wouldnât know what to do with themselves. I am the glue holds us all together.â
They quickly ran to the game room, but before they could reach it they were met with another group of guards with guns trained on them, causing them to stop in their tracks. âHeyâŠâŠ..Nameless Guard number 37, how are you doing today? This is a little awkward, me and Gadget Boy here were just out for a midnight jog. You know, canât skip leg day.â Jean said with the biggest, most charming smile he could muster. âYou just donât know when to shut up do you LeBeau?â
âWhat can I say? Itâs part of my charm.â Jean smirked. He could see over their shoulders Isabel was quickly approaching, making his smile even bigger. âIâm gonna enjoy this.â The guard replied as he readied to fire. âNot as much as me asshole.â Jean said before Isabel leaped into action.
âMy hero.â Jean and Isaac quickly followed behind Isabel, and made it inside the game room after Spencer tossed some guards with telekinesis. âAlways knew you cared about me Birdy.â Jean said as he patted Spencer on the back. âNice moves out there Kitten.â Jean said as he blew a kiss towards Isabel. âNow everybody can wipe away those tears, I know you were so worried that wouldnât make it. I know youâd all just fall apart without me. Isnât that right Angel.â Jean smirked as he winked at Eva.
Isaac meanwhile was doubled over, and trying to catch his breath. âWell if weâre looking for suggestions on what to do next, how about Weather Boy goes out, and swing his dick around, and call down a tornado or something. Iâm sure thatâd make a hole big enough for us to escape from.â Jean chimed in as he propped himself up against a wall.
âThatâdâŠ.p-probably kill usâŠ.if it could even make a dent.â Isaac said as he finally regained his breath. Isaac pressed a button on what appeared to be a wristband on his left wrist and projected a holographic map of the facility. âAnd give meâŠ.one moreâŠ..secondâŠ.andâŠâ Isaac brought up another holographic interface before him that looked like a keyboard, and several dozen lines of code. âNow I have control of the security cameras.â Small windows, and arrows appeared on the map, highlighting where the cameras were, and what was currently on them.
âThat should helpâŠ..right?â