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Tartarus Prison Facility 4432906-23R
The Tartarus Prison, home to the worst criminals in any and all realities, sealed within a facility specially designed to inhibit the powers of those incarcerated within. Contained inside a pocket dimension, Tartarus has never had a single escape in thousands of years, and with the criminals within, that is quite a bragging right...or it was. Deep within the facility, inside the Blood Row sector, where any signs of aggression or violence from inmates was met with death, a pair of blood red eyes open.
The figure tries to stand, a pair of titanium shackles locked to his wrists, ankles, waist, and neck holding him down, a titanium harness keeping him suspended from a titanium cable. They obviously thought none of the inmates could break titanium. The figure, clothed in a solid grey jester outfit, nothing but his blood red eyes visible, smirks under his costume. Obviously, they'd never dealt with his kind before. Clenching his fists, he pulls his arms to his body, the titanium straining, finally breaking as he laughs, a guard moving to his cell door, shining a light in.
"Oh, shit!" The guard hits a button on his communicator, nearly missing in his panic. "Control Room, this is Gates...Prisoner 883490012 is breaking his restraints. Yes, understood." The guard smiles, walking to the end of the hallway, hitting a button, a sentry gun lowering from the ceiling. "Escape. I dare you. Titanium hollow-points will kill you, no matter what race you are." The figure only laughs, ripping the harness and waist shackle off. "Really, is that so? And tell me, why should I be scared?"
The guard growls, narrowing his eyes as the gun targets the figure, locking on. The figure only shakes his head, breaking the ankle shackles. "Now...to make my exit." He holds a hand out, the cell door ripping from the hinges, hurtling down the hallway too fast for the guard to avoid, causing the man to be forcefully cut into small parts by the barred door. Stepping through the opening, the figure looks up as the sentry gun opens fire.
(There you go...just a taste of a greater thing to come. Hope you enjoyed it.)
The Tartarus Prison, home to the worst criminals in any and all realities, sealed within a facility specially designed to inhibit the powers of those incarcerated within. Contained inside a pocket dimension, Tartarus has never had a single escape in thousands of years, and with the criminals within, that is quite a bragging right...or it was. Deep within the facility, inside the Blood Row sector, where any signs of aggression or violence from inmates was met with death, a pair of blood red eyes open.
The figure tries to stand, a pair of titanium shackles locked to his wrists, ankles, waist, and neck holding him down, a titanium harness keeping him suspended from a titanium cable. They obviously thought none of the inmates could break titanium. The figure, clothed in a solid grey jester outfit, nothing but his blood red eyes visible, smirks under his costume. Obviously, they'd never dealt with his kind before. Clenching his fists, he pulls his arms to his body, the titanium straining, finally breaking as he laughs, a guard moving to his cell door, shining a light in.
"Oh, shit!" The guard hits a button on his communicator, nearly missing in his panic. "Control Room, this is Gates...Prisoner 883490012 is breaking his restraints. Yes, understood." The guard smiles, walking to the end of the hallway, hitting a button, a sentry gun lowering from the ceiling. "Escape. I dare you. Titanium hollow-points will kill you, no matter what race you are." The figure only laughs, ripping the harness and waist shackle off. "Really, is that so? And tell me, why should I be scared?"
The guard growls, narrowing his eyes as the gun targets the figure, locking on. The figure only shakes his head, breaking the ankle shackles. "Now...to make my exit." He holds a hand out, the cell door ripping from the hinges, hurtling down the hallway too fast for the guard to avoid, causing the man to be forcefully cut into small parts by the barred door. Stepping through the opening, the figure looks up as the sentry gun opens fire.
(There you go...just a taste of a greater thing to come. Hope you enjoyed it.)
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