Jeremy Rico (AKA Jericho)'s Story

Jericho woke up as someone threw him onto the cold ground of a cell. He had a slight amount of dirt on his face, and he looked a bit pale. The cell door was closed behind him. He could see two others in his cell, both slightly different from most people he has met. Their magnetic fields, anyways. Something made them different...more like him. He sighed, managing to slide over to the wall and using it to help him up. He was still wearing handcuffs. He was also not wearing any shoes, just a black T shirt and black sweatpants. He looked at the two others, but turned when he heard footsteps. He could tell there was another cell, probably holding more people.

The man who came went to Jericho's cell first. He looked at them , and said "Well well, what do we have here...Chris, Eric, and Jeremy. Or do you prefer Jericho?". Jeremy Rico, his full name, but everyone just called him Jericho. Jericho still had his back to the wall, his hands still behind it. He then continued "Now, there are two ways to do this. Willingly, or painfully. You can do what we say and follow us, or we can drag you along. It would be better if you came willingly....".

"Bastered" Jericho swore. Clearly his vocabulary is quite expansive. He then added "Don't try to deny it..."

This seemed to tick the man off. He then threatened "Do you want me to hurt you? Your ability to fly wont help you in here, and whipping was never actually outlawed...".

"Yeah, say that while I'm in here and your out there. Proves what a wimp you are". The man seemed to get angrier. He took out his gun from his holster and asked "Do you want me to shoot you in the leg? You are already handcuffed as is".

"Actually, the correct way to say that is WERE handcuffed..." Jericho replied, taking his hands out from behind him, one of whichwas holding handcuffs. The man looked surprised for a moment, but before he could do anything, he felt himself pinned to the wall behind him. Jericho looked at the cell door now, and focused. It began to shake and rattle a little, but then it was forced open. The gun floated to him, and took itself apart piece by piece. Jericho's eyes had a weird, momentary blue glow. A part of one of his side affects. It put itself back together. However, he then got a massive headache. He took the key, and unlocked the other cell. He then looked at the man. Jericho took the gun, and then whacked the man on the side of the head with it.

"And I prefer Jericho, if you don't mind....". He then looked at everyone else, randomly happy and energetic "Well that was fun. So, what's your names?"

(Epic starting post :D). (Anyone who joins later, we can work something out)

Hamlet opens his eyes at the sound of the guard slamming against a wall. He could see clearly that the boy who had just been thrown to his cell managed to get out very quickly. Hamlet sighed. Well... Guess that key I borrowed from that random guard would be of no use... Hamlet stands up and drops the keys. He streches, since he's been in his cell for a few months now, sitting in that position most of the time and waiting for the right moment to escape. Of course, Hamlet knew this moment came, but just not in the way he planned it.

"Hey kid. Mind if I tagged along?" Hamlet asks the strange boy. He knew that he was a little older than the boy, since the kid seemed only 4 years younger. However, Hamlet lived exactly like his namesake, and forced himself to mature throughout the series of tragedies in his family. Killing his dad just made him go over the breaking point, even if his dad was supposed to kill him.

Hamlet was cautious, even though he didn't show it. He saw the new kid manipulating the door and the gun, and Hamlet doesn't want to be like that gun, being seperated limb from limb, and then being put back together. The very thought disgusts him, and if it weren't for the fact that he is able to hide his emotions, Hamlet would be shuddering from head to toe because of that mental image.

Hamlet walks towards the kid, casually, and not even caring if his katana is able to be seen. "My name is Hamlet, just like that Shakespeare play... Yours?"

The inside of Arach's cell was still and quiet. He had his bag with all his supplies, he was sitting, and he hadn't had anyone bother him for a while. Arach had taken to thinking during his imprisonment. It wouldn't have been so bad if the threat of molecular dis-assembly wasn't looming over his head. But it was time now. He had been there long enough. It was time to move on. He stood up but just as he was about to break out, there was a small scuffle outside. Most probably some super-powered punks escaping, or at least causing some sort of ruckus. The perfect cover. Stepping forward, Arach slung his bag over his shoulder and prepared himself for what he was about to do. With practiced motion he pulled up his left hand and bit his thumb, hard. He felt the hot, red splash of iron flavored life hit his tongue. Not a moment later he felt the roaring might of Dragons surge into his body.

The door they'd "secured" him behind was made of steel. It was pretty thick, but not think enough that he couldn't break out of it with his favorite Aspect. The Claws of the Dragon began to form on his hands. They'd been the first of his Aspects to manifest, and they always served him well. The claws themselves were black as night, but the scales on the backs of his hands, his palms, and up just a little past his wrists were red and orange with hints of tiger like stripes. The stripes were hardly visible, but if he'd consumed a little more blood, the claws would have been bigger, the stripes darker, and the scales thicker. "These are more than enough," he said quietly to himself. The claws were always sharp, always hard, and always ready to fight. He stepped up the the door and swiped at the steel before him. It didn't go through right away, but there was definite give. The doors were scratched and dented from the force of the blow and the sharpness of the claws. "Humph," he grunted, swinging his claws again, this time a little harder. The door gave completely, a man sized hole was rent in the steel. Putting his hands on either side of the tear and pushing hard, he felt the steel bend, then ultimately give and he pushed and tore his way out of the cell.

Stretching his arms slightly, he noticed he was actually a little tired. "I hate getting old," he grunted quietly to himself. Strangely enough, there was no full scale riot before him like he'd expected. Instead, there were two armed guards attempting to usher him back into another cell. Growing tired of their little whims, he turned around as if to play along with their game and suddenly, ducked close to the ground. As he'd expected, they hadn't pulled out their guns, and their eyes were plastered on the cell they were taking him to, so when he ducked, he vanished. Taking his stance along the way and spinning on the balls of his toes, he faced them directly, and rising quickly he turned his clawed hands into spear-like appendages, aimed directly at their throats. They died instantly. Pulling his claws from their limp bodies, He'd realized his three minutes were up, if he wanted to, he could end the surge. Hiding one's real strength is the only sure way to gain essential surprise and victory. He used his claws to scratch his arms, high on the shoulder under his shirt. Accepting the blood, the claws shrank down into his hands and the scales faded. Looking down, he felt the after effects take hold immediately. His hands felt weak, his fingers shook, and his hands just felt weak. He'd cut off the power as soon as he could to minimize the effects, but it still hurt. He felt his energy drain and he staggered for a moment. Standing up again, he knew he wouldn't be able to use his hands for a little over five minutes. Walking around, and shaking off the pain, he surveyed the jail.

The jail, while not large, was impressive; it was made to contain monsters like him, it had to be. While it was no large feat to stay hidden, with all the shadows and archways, Arach managed to sneak around and gather some intel. The doors to the cells, and exits, were thick and heavily guarded, and there were several patrolling men. The best way to get out would have to be through the windows in the cafeteria, if he could get someone to break them, he'd be home free.

Though his ears could have been playing tricks on him, he'd definitely heard shouting before he'd broken out. "Oh well," he thought to himself, "I was getting bored here anyway." Down the hallway from where his cell was, where he'd thought he heard shouting, he saw a guard lying down on the floor, and the door to a cell open. "Perhaps I'm not the only one who's getting bored of the cafeteria food," he chuckled. As he made his way, he though about what he'd say to whoever was behind the door. While making friends was the best option available to him now, and he needed to keep moving, "trusting" complete strangers was still dangerous. "No regrets, no trust. If I need to kill them, I need to kill them." He thought to himself. As he walked closer to the cell, he heard soft voices. "The prisoners planning an escape?" He asked himself. Walking in through the door, and putting on a not so gruff face, he said to the young men inside, "I take it you both are as eager to get out of here as I am? I don't know about you, but being a government experiment doesn't exactly sound like my idea of a good time." They were all so young, their lives ahead of them, he hoped he wouldn't have to end their lives as he had dozens of other young men.

"I take it you both are as eager to get out of here as I am? I don't know about you, but being a government experiment doesn't exactly sound like me idea of a good time."

Hamlet immediatly turns to the voice at the first word. He hides his katana in with his powers of illusion. He looks at the man that stood before him. He was about 3 inches taller than Hamlet and looked like he was at least 40 years of age. However, Hamlet feels that the old man is hiding something inside of him. A hidden power, nothing similar to the 10 year old kid he had socialized with. I REALLY need to be careful with this one, Hamlet thought, He appears that he is ready to kill at a moment's notice... Of course, Hamlet can trick the old man with his powers, but the man MIGHT be one he shouldn't make enemies with...

"I've been here for months. All there is to see is the same uniformed people walking by and the concreate walls. I think we ALL want to get out and see the world again. And I think working together might be a great way to get out of here." God... I smell blood from his hands. What did this guy do before he came to us? Punch the walls? Cut open his hands? Hamlet takes a quick peek outside the cell and into the hallway, and saw two guards on the ground in a pool of blood. Well that proves that he can and would kill at a moments's notice. How the old man did it, Hamlet did not know nor did he care. He just wants the scent of blood out of his brain, so he takes his black coat and opens up the collar to cover his lower face, and his nose. Hamlet was never fond of the scent of blood, not after killing his father in self-defense.

Chris rubbed a dark bruise on his arm as he watched the scene unfurl before him. First, he had been in here alone, with nothing but the sound of the guard’s heartbeat to keep him company. It had been nice… quiet. He had lashed out at one point and hit the brick wall in his anger, bruising his knuckles. But it wasn’t his fault. The guard refused to stop humming. It hadn’t done him any good though. All he had now was no way out and bruises. But the humming was nothing compared to this.

When the first person had come in, Erick was his name; it hadn’t been bad at all. Turns out that this man wasn’t too bad. He had a strong heart and he kinda breathed a bit loudly (anything else would have indicated a problem with his lungs), but he didn’t talk too much.

It was only when Jericho joined them that shit really hit the fan. First, he was thrown into the cell; a loud thud. Then came the talking and the sound of clothing having something drawn against them (the noise of a gun being pulled out of the holster), and a soft thump, and metal rattling, and more talking. At this point, Chris had his eyes closed and his lips pressed together tightly. The next few minutes where a stress induced blur

He was huddled in the corner of the small dirty jail cell when a girl’s voice penetrated his shields. ““Sorry to interrupt, but you guys should probably quiet down, if you don’t want anybody to come in and see you.” Chris smiled bitterly at the first few words. These were his thoughts exactly. Except his went along the lines of shut the fuck up, nothing as nice as what she had said. When the other people didn’t listen, Chris found himself standing up off of the floor. He winced as the sharp sounds of voices hit his ears like a ton of bricks.

“Excuse me,” He began in a low, measured voice, “I don’t mean to interrupt, but if you guys could just shut up, it would be really fucking nice.” He paused for a moment, listening. “If you guys want to leave, the guard a few cells to our right is asleep, it sounds like two other guards are alarmed by the noise over here, and traffic is heavy right now. Oh, and it’s warm with a chance of rain. Just get out” He rubbed his temples to get rid of an impending headache. Usually, he wouldn’t be this… helpful, but right now he just wanted them to get out and be quiet.

They were all just staring at him, just as he was studying them. There was a tall blonde man sitting, wincing as people spoke, he appeared to be very sensitive to sound. There was another blond man, skinny and just shorter than him who spoke to him, "I've been here for months. All there is to see is the same uniformed people walking by and the concreate walls. I think we ALL want to get out and see the world again. And I think working together might be a great way to get out of here." There were two...children... in the cell. What was the world coming to where kids were being thrown into jails like this one? Finally, there was a short blonde woman who whistled on her way into the cell swirling some keys around her finger, stolen off a guard Arach presumed. The sitting blonde man told them all to shut up, that there were guards on their way, and that the guard to the right was sleeping. They all just sort of stood there in silence for a moment. No one was willing to take charge. So, Arach decided he could be the one to lead, he appeared to be the oldest, he was definitely not the smartest, but he'd been in this kind of situation before, and he'd already formed a shadow of a plan. Time to go. "Well," he whispered, "if our sitting blonde friend is right, then we take the right to the cafeteria and bust through the windows. They're the safest bet. If all else fails, I can cause a big diversion for about 15 minutes and we can all get away... hopefully..." If the sitting man was right, the path to the right would be a nearly unmolested path to the cafeteria where he could break through the window and they could all get out. Still whispering, he said, "I'm sure by now, you've all noticed the dead guards. I can kill more if I need to, but I would prefer not to. If anyone else has any combat based powers, lead the way with me and we can take out problems as they arise. If no one's got any other questions or concerns, we should hurry up and leave. This kind of chance won't present itself to us again. We could get out of here without any more casualties. So let's all move out." He walked to the entrance of the cell, scanning for more guards and when he saw none, he looked back towards the group in the cell and waited for their reaction.

Jericho looked at the man on the wall, all the people, and he was getting a headache. Which made it very uncomfortable. All of a sudden, he was floating in the air, randomly, for no apparent reason. Well, actually, his reason was to get them all quiet. Which hopefully worked.

Thats when he said "Names Jericho. Now, my plan is simple. I am going to walk out of here, buy some ice cream, and get out of the country. Maybe il get a summer home in Australia.....or Switzerland. Never any wars there....or real conflict...." He then noticed the papers the gu pinned to the wall had on them. he took them, and opened up the folded paper, noticing it is in Egyptian. The man said "What, can't read Egyptian?" "No, just a bit rusty. 'Prepare all captives for transport, all of them. I am aware you will have about 8-9 by the time you get this, so I have sent 4 big vehicles of some kind for you. And make sure they are all sedated for transport. Especially that one bird kid,,,,' Really? Bird? You couldn't have used a better word? Does it look like I have wings to you?" The man was still shocked he could read Egyptian.

"So, lets get out of here before those reinforcements come then...." he noted, beginning to walk one way, before turning around and noting "I spent two summers in Egypt. I kept running out of books, so I taught myself Egyptian. There was plenty of writing on the walls...and a few fun traps....I found this nice amulet in one of them...." He then took out a nice Golden Amulet with a Ruby in the dead center. Notably, the amulet itself was in the Egyptian Symbol for Power.

"And no. It does not raise the undead....." he added, in a softer, slightly annoyed voice

Reason lay unconscious on the floor of her cell. Her hair cuffed behind her back, her hair covering her face. To anyone looking she would have appeared dead. She was just asleep. The commotion for the other cells caused her to awaken with a start. Her head lift up off the ground as she blinked to get focused.
Breathing so heavily, she blew her strans of hair from her dirty face. She looked around in a panic. She struggled against her restraints as she noticed she was dressed differently. She remembered being in a pair of jeans, a simple t-shirt and a jean jacket, but now she was dressed in a simple white dress. Her long legs and slender arms exposed the sunburst like scars on her skin bare for all to see. She panicked. She never dressed like this. Someone changed her. How? When? Why? Questions bounced around her head as she squirmed to get herself up right. She looked around again, her eyes now adjusted to the light. Her dingy cell was bare, save for a light and a toilet. She thought, she really should get off this floor. It was flithy. As if that was her biggest problem right now. She struggled to get up right again when she hear a voice. It sounded like a boy. "...I found this nice amulet in one of them..." She heard him say. "Hello!" She cried out in a panic. "Help, Please!" She cried out but the odd position that her arms were in made it difficult to breath let alone call out. Someone heard her because she heard quick footsteps afterwards. She smiled thinking he was here to help her but it faded when the man unlocked the cell door. He looked at her like she was lunch. Tears stung her eyes as she seen that look before. Not again... She thought as he came closer. Her lifted her up by the cuffs making her shoulders popped. She winced in pain. "N-no no no no!" She cried out as he held her against the wall, holding her wrists high above her head. Her bare back hit the wall and she felt the familiar tug of the brick and mortar bonding to her skin. Most days, she would try to keep at back but now she needed it. He moved closer. Never saying a word. She moved her head against the wall trying to move away. "Please....no..." She whispered but he just gripped her wrists tighter. She gave him the opportunity to stop. He missed it. It was his mistake. She relaxed as let the brick and mortar bond to her. Her normal light honey brown skin thickened and darkened into the rough texture of the wall. It started from her back and spread across her body, up her arms and down her legs. He didn't notice. They never do... She thought as she turned her face to him. He smirked and began to reach for the hem of her skirt. Demon! She could her mother cried as a large spike sprang from her forehead, made out of brick and mortar. He impaled him throught the skull and he dropped dead. The spike slowly slide back into her face as blood flowed down the bridge of her nose. She wiped it away as her skin returned to it's fleshy, light honey brown softness. A new sunburst scar appeared on her forehead as a headache thrummed behind it. She looked up. He'd left the cell door open. She thought she should cover but she really hadn't the time. Her sunburst scars will just have to see the light for the time being and she'll keep the bonding process at bay at least until she got to her clothes. She took light, bare foot steps out the door and toward the sound of the boy's voice.

She walked until she stopped at a corner. The voices were louder now and more of them. She peeked around the corner and saw the boy. "Excuse me? Little boy?" She whispered unsure if the boy was in trouble. She was prepared to fight. He looked no older then ten. "Little boy." She called once more but her voice was still hushed.

As Jericho started to walk away, Hamlet turned yet again to the sounds of more voices. He wasn't surprised to see more people who were kept in this prison, and they most likely have powers. However, Hamlet was losing his patience. If there are more allies to come, let them show themselves now. If we meet some random person on the way who wants to tag along, I'll have them experience the pain of seppuku. Whether the threat would be held or not, and if so, whether it would be the form of an illusion or it would be done in real life would be dependent on how much Hamlet is irritated by everyone.

Hamlet walked to the girl in in a white dress who just addressed Jericho. "Would you be quiet? If you want more guards to come and..." Hamlet pauses as he sees all the scars on her arms and legs and her forehead, careful not to actually look like he was eyeing her. I'm not even gonna ask but they actually do THAT to the poor souls who were locked in here? Jesus... "Do... Whatever... They... Er... Forget it and just shut up if you don't want more of those guards to come." He then turns to the black haired boy sitting in his cell and asks him in a low voice. "Unless you don't want new headphones to cover those ears of yours if we were so loud, why don't you come with us?" After that last word, Hamlet seemed to disappear into thin air. However, he was actually trying to catch up to Jericho by the time he was done talking to the girl, taking a gun from a dead guard.

"I don't believe in Egyption superstitions anyway." Hamlet lowers his voice to a whisper. "I don't even know what's supposed to be real and what's not at times as well. Hell, even my own lies decieve me. I just wish my life is fake though..."

Reason blinked at the older boy. She thought she kept her voice to a whisper. She just didn't respond to him. Then she thought why was there a young boy and a teenager here? Then again why was she here?

Her thoughts were interuptted by another girl walking up to her. She felt conflicted. She felt glad there was another girl here but then she felt bad that she was there in the first place. She gave the girl a nod and a quick smile. "A-all things considered..I'm fine." She said, wrapping her arms around herself. Both the girl and the teenaged boy noticed her scars first. She felt extremely self-conscious. She usually had her body covered but now that she had one in the middle of her forehead. She'd be forced to deal with the looks and eventually the questions.

She looked at the girl. "I-i'm Reason. " She said shyly. She figured she should try to make friends or allies with the other girl, being that so far it's just been them. They should stick together. Although, Reason fekt the girl could probably handle herself well. If the way she dressed was any indication then she was a force to be reckoned with. Atleast that's what Reason thought.

Jericho couldn't help but stop and flinch when the girl said "little boy". Lesson One: Don't call Jericho Little. He turned around and glared at her, screaming with rage "I AM NOT LITTLE!". Though, it was an obvious fact he was. He then turned around, and noted "Lets get out of here....". Well, now Reason ticked Jericho off. That's always a good idea (insert Sarcasm here). He then noted "Now, I was not joking about the walking out the front door part. That's our way out. Its just like a friend of mine once taught me. 'Es gibt immer einen Ausweg'. Translates to 'There is always a way out'. Good friend. Great Drinker. So, anyways, all we have to do is make them think we are going out the back way. We then walk right out through the front door. I can open the gate, all we need to do is get outside basically.

Of course, this was followed by two more voices he could barely here in the distance. Both speaking German. "Their not prison guards, they are talking about a huge money check. Probably hired to try and keep us from escaping....". He looked back t Hamlet, then sighed again. "Last year, my dad was busy with a lot of business trips, so he hired a German sniper to teach me how to shoot and how to speak German. Its complicated." He then added "Interesting spring break though....". That resulted in a smile. His first real smile this entire time. He then loaded the gun. "Note. There are 3 people in a German Squad Team, not two....this is a trap".

"And if we get through this, I might just tell you the rest of my life...and how I know these things".

"When was the last time you've eaten something?"

"Well, let's see... They only servered me rocks and the occasional pile of leaves with ants in them... And the water they served me wasn't even clean so... Maybe about a week ago?" Hamlet replied truthfully. He can't carry out the plan in his head so all of us could escape with little to no energy. The plan was to make himself invisible and knock out guards and have a seperate illusion draw the sniper's fire. Then he'd make everyone invisible, including himself, and run for the exit silently. It would work great if it weren't for the fact that he's too tired to actually make his brain see through his own illusions. If he turned everyone invisible, he'd never be able to see them even if he was the one who created the illusion, as in this state, his powers were more effective on himeslf. Thinking quickly about about another plan, Hamlet turned to Jericho. "Hey. Can you make your gun fly over to the other side of the room and make it shoot? I'll make it invisible so the guards won't see it." Of course, Hamlet won't carry out this plan without getting something to build up his energy, so that the illusions would be only effective on the three guards. However, if there was nothing that could let him do that, Hamlet might as well use that distraction to show HIMESELF, knock out (or if necessary, kill) one of the guards, or maybe both, and draw the sniper's fire away from the escapees. Sure Hamlet could make another clone of himself, but the clone won't be touched by the bullet, and that ullet would signal to the guards that it was a distraction.

Mentally, Hamlet sighed. Great... Thanks to the delicacies the guards gave me, and my cooperation, my vast number of options to help us escape had turned into two, one of them being a desperate plan B.

He looked at Luci with rage. "Listen. I am going to try and say this calmly and maturely. I do not appreciate being yelled at, just because I am trying to help you all escape. Unless you WANT to stay trapped in here. IN which case go ahead. But don't reprimand me for trying to help.....Schwachkopf". He then looked back at Reason.

"You can call me Jericho. Everyone else does". He then looked at Hamlet. "We still don't know where the third one is. Honestly, it would be better if these walls were not made out of concrete. Then I could probably break it down, depending on how think they are. And there is no way we can get out of here clean. If they are hiring mercenaries and such, then we will probably have to deal with much worse. I couldn't see what they had on the way in, but we better hope there isn't a tank. I cant stop the force of a tank shot.

He then noted "Well, somewhere in this place is the food the guards eat. If it helps, we could make a detour their first, and refuel everyone in the hunger area...."

"Just yhowing out some suggestions....and es Hamlet, I could do that, if you have the strength to....". He then looked at the girl producing sparks, and got an idea. "You could perhaps charge him up a little with your electricity, just be careful......"

(accidentally tagged Arach. Oh well, this has something to do with him anyways....)

Luci smiled unexpectedly. (It was more of a smirk, really.) Though her outburst had clearly not been appreciated by anyone, at least nobody was shouting anymore. She could work with that. The air around her was still charged with static, but she wasn’t quite a human stun gun anymore—the sparks at her palms were no longer visible, replaced by a new layer of burned tissue.

It might almost be scary how quickly Luci went from ticked off to cooperative, but it seemed like everyone in the room was screwed up in one way or another. “Based on what I saw coming in here, they keep the food down the hallway to our right. Big room, sort of a staff center. Close to the front entrance. I can handle alarm systems, but there’re probably actual locks and off-duty guards in there too.” She hadn’t actually fought enough with the people dragging her into the cell to merit being knocked out. Luci knew to pick her battles, and it’d seemed like a good idea to case the joint as much as possible. “And, for the record, I’m not a moron.” Though she might not be some kind of prodigy, even Luci knew how to insult people in several languages.

The idea of charging people up via electricity intrigued her. The human brain and body both ran on electrical impulses, so, though it could work very well, an attempt at that could fail spectacularly, and even if he had annoyed her a little, she didn’t want to give the illusionist permanent brain damage. As soon as she heard the idea, Luci was in her own world, considering how she could carry out the plan with minimal risk. “I could probably do that.” She sounded faraway, and it was clear she was more occupied with thinking than anything else.

"Hamlet..." Hamlet suddenly started to forget about having a wall of darkness surrounding him, having to run away from the guards and the prinson. He felt that he was being loved and being cared about, two things that Hamlet never really felt in a long time. He nearly got lost in that feeling for about a few seconds, then realized where he was right now.

Hamlet turns to Luci and Jericho, his face always like it has been. "My powers are dependent on the state of my brain. If I try to make a clone right now to draw the enemy away, they'll be able to see it's just an illusion. I'm willing to get electrocuted just so that I can make my powers work for this situation right now." He gets himself off the wall and walks to them, stumbling a few times. "If you could stimulate my brain, I'll be able to draw the enemy away successfully and without any problems. I can probably make all of us invisible until we get out of the room. However, I can only affect the sounds we make for about 3 to 5 seconds. Once those precious seconds are up, we have to walk as silently as possible. Then after that, we can get something to eat."

Hamlet knew the risks of getting shocked to stimulate his brain. Then again, so did Jericho, Reason, and Luci. However, being electrocuted is just a small price to pay if he wanted everyone out alive. He won't die. After all, Arcanado experienced so much worse than being shocked. Hamlet can not let a simple shock stop him now, much less for a normal human, but that doesn't mean that what he was about to do just to try to get out of here won't stop his life.

Arcanando turns to Reason suddenly, and says "Gomen nasai. Arigato." However, no one heard it except Hamlet, and Luci. It was just another one of his illusions, the dialogue just was transferred from Hamlet's mind to Reason's, another side effect of Hamlet's power, being able to transfer thoughts to the person the illusion was meant for. Even though it was an illusion, what Hamlet said in it was actually what he was thinking.

(Accidentally said Luci when it was actually addressed to reason. Lets just say Hamlet forgot to make Luci unable to hear what he said.)

Luci understood Reason’s uncertainty. After all, she was basically electrocuting Hamlet to give him a little extra energy, and it was hard to accept that even for her. Upping the voltage on her electricity was easy, but holding back had taken her a lot longer to master, and there had been casualties before. Still, she was confident that she could at least not do any damage.

“Don’t worry. I won’t hurt him. The worst that could happen is no more dangerous than getting shocked on a doorknob, and I have been working with this for all my life.” She raised an eyebrow at Reason, amused rather than offended.

She turned to Hamlet, a little startled to hear him speak. Figures that they’d all be fluent in some foreign language or other. Luci’d taken three years of French in high school, maybe that counted for something. She nodded in acknowledgement of his words before closing her eyes. She didn't usually need to do that to focus her energy, but she wasn't usually in this delicate of a situation. It was a brief thing, really. For a split second, she knew exactly what she was doing. She could practically see the energy around her, even with her eyes closed, and it was an effortless matter to gradually focus it onto Hamlet's brain stem. What seemed to her like a long, drawn-out process really only took a few moments, and finally, Luci opened her eyes. “That should do it. Feeling all right?” Though she looked a little singed, she felt fine, actually almost triumphant. If she managed to successfully recharge someone’s brain with electrical energy, even if it was only for a brief span, there was clearly no limit to what she could accomplish.

Hamlet did feel a little pain, but he was too stubborn to show it. He did however, felt his brain being charged up to a somewhat normal state. As Luci finished, Hamlet replied with "Alright." and stood up. He tested his powers by making a clone of himself and made him disappear. Perfect. "Alright Jericho. I'll make the gun invisible and you make it fly into another hallway. Once it is there, you shoot it, and the guards will come rushing. I'll turn us all invisible and we can sneak past them into where they keep all the food. Got it?"

As Hamlet finished, he quickly turned to Reason and whispered. "Look, I know you care about me and all because you are a nurse, but it was either me or our freedom. I'm not gonna waste an opportunity to escape like this one. Besides, I lived a life in hell, God owes me heaven." As Hamlet turned to the others, he added: "Anata ha watashi jissai ni ha ki no you kanji te i masu. Anata jishin no haha ga ta you ni kanji ta. Arigatou..." Hamlet was too shy in the inside to even bother telling her in English, but Reason DID make him feel like some cared about him and hat he had a mother. He longed for those feelings, and Reason gave them to him, even if she didn't know it.

While the little ones were debating the best course of action, Arach was recharging. He listened intently to their plan. It was by far better than his, but then again, Arach knew only destruction. He looked around, while there was no clock, he'd felt that by now his six minutes were up. Looking at his hands, the skin had returned to it's slightly tanned color. Arach could use his powers again. Looking up from his momentary meditation, Arach saw that they were beginning to move. They planned to make a gun float and turn everyone invisible to conserve stealth. While it was a worthwhile strategy, Arach had a better idea, though, by nature, Dragons are much more prone to battle. Arach spoke up, "Save your energy little one, I'll deal with the guards. I'll also cause I diversion. Head over to the guard's lounge in exactly one minute. I'll meet you there. Be sure to save me a large jug of water if you can find it. I'll give the guards something to worry about besides us." Arach new that this particular aspect would cause him a large headache, but it would cause the best distraction and allow the others to sneak by unassailed. He could meet them later and they could get out. If he couldn't meet up with them, he could still bust his way out on his own. "It's about time you learned a little about me, and the reason this Old Dragon was captured. My powers are very dangerous. Even to me, but they are incredibly useful and if harnessed, they could grant unlimited power to the one who seeks it." Arach said. He pulled a small knife from his bag, this would require a lot of blood and a whole lot of water. "To your good health little ones," Arach grinned as he slit his palm with a long shallow gash. Making a fist, and holding it above his open mouth, Arach drank his blood until the shallow wound closed. "Blegh, it always tastes terrible, guess you are what you eat, eh?" He chuckled. He felt power roar to life inside him. Focusing on the most recognizable Aspect of a Dragon, Arach called forth the Flaming Breath. Thick, flat scales formed over Arach's throat and mouth. They were deep red, and black stripes crawled up his neck. Bending down and pulling on the bullet proof vest of the indisposed guard beneath him, Arach turned back to the group. "This place is about to have a little fire hazard," Arach growled, letting relentless heat rampage from his mouth as he spoke. It wasn't so hot as to melt anything, or burn anyone standing to close, but it was very hot, it could easily be felt by all in the room. "Wait one minute then head to the guard's lounge. I'll meet you there in 8 minutes."

Not waiting for their response, Arach bolted from the room. Turning immediately to the left, Arach bolted headlong into the heart of the Jail. He was met by a few measly guards, but he didn't care. They'd vaporized when he blew on them, and unleashed the raging inferno from his Jaws. Incinerating guards he met along the way, Arach headed toward the control center of the Jail, away from the cell with the little ones. As soon as he reached the main hub, he roared in fury, finally pulling the real stopper from the veritable river of lava waiting to be set free from his gullet. The placed went up instantly. He took a few shots to the chest in the process, but his new vest was very handy in deflecting them. Loosing his flames a few more times for good measure, making sure the bulk of them were aimed towards the video surveillance system, he hedged his bets and ran. By now, the little one's had made it to the lounge. There they would be waiting for him for five minutes before leaving. Hopefully. Not wanting anymore time to be wasted, Arach turned off his flame breath. The flames from before didn't settle easily, they now ravaged his throat, and as he stumbled from the drain, he felt himself become immensely thirsty. Fighting hard to stand, Arach began walking to the lounge where the group was planning to meet. He was thirsty, and tired, but the jail had more pressing matters to deal with than a weakened old man and a small group of supers attempting an escape. The main control hub was in a blazing inferno, and the video surveillance control was at least severely hampered. if they could find him under all that mess, while putting out the fires, they deserved to catch Arach. Arach had used his flame breath for roughly 5 minutes. He'd have to take it slowly for 10 minutes before he could be of any use again. It would take him another 5 minutes to get to the lounge. He'd work hard to make it there sooner, but he was just so tired. Hopefully there was water for him, and hopefully, they'd saved it, his little ones. They weren't actually his kids, but he couldn't help but feel... Protective of them, they deserved a better life than this. The poor children. Still struggling along, Arach continued to make his was to the guard's lounge, where water, and a jailbreak was waiting for him.

Rolando looked around at the others who were in the guard’s room. The flames still roared, as Rolando could hear the flames rippling from the command center. He looked at Arach, appreciative that the older man had taken the initiative to get them all out of here.

“I am fine,” Rolando replied to Reason, “Is there anyone else left in the cells?”

When the girl appeared, he could only gasp. She was so young, so very young and yet they had brought her here instead of a solidary room. This was insane. What kind of facility was this that trapped little seemingly helpless females? Glaring, Rolando shook his head. They had to get out of here, they just had to. No one really knew him because he was trapped deeper in the facility away from the rest because of his sound abilities.

“Pardon my sudden arrival, but my name is Rolando. They had me in a cell deeper in the facility because………….” He stopped and looked at them all, “well it is better if I show you rather than tell you. Cover your ears.”

Rolando stepped away from the others and when he was sure they had covered their ears, he opened his mouth and let out a small screech that shattered the glass he directed it towards. The screech wasn’t loud enough to draw attention, but it was loud enough for them to hear even with their ears covered. He turned to them and sighed.

“They kept me under constant surveillance because they haven’t figured out all I can do. As far as they know I can only manipulate and control sound. You can imagine the hell they went through trying to get me into that cell. I ended up hospitalizing a group of guards and killing two of them. They had to tranq me. When I heard the commotion, I knew it was time to get out of here. I’ve been waiting for months, almost a year; in fact I spent a birthday in this hell hole.”

Rolando sighed and looked at everyone.

“So……what now?”

Hamlet chuckled when he heard the trouble the guards went through to capture Rolando. The guards were lucky that they got me when I was having a breakdown... Hamlet thought, thinking back to when he was captured. "That's one interesting power you got there Rolando... Anyway... Anybody know where to go next to get the hell out of here? My stomach's grumbling like crazy."

Hamlet is really starting to get hungry, and he figured everybody else is too. How long has it been since they had eaten? It would probably be long, especially for Isabella. Besides, hungry or not, they needed to get out of there anyway before any surviving guards show up or the prison get burned down.