Sensityzed [Fort]

Day 35 of Face-To-Face Visitation:
The man behind the desk was inwardly annoyed with the woman.
She had come in to his place of business and was telling him how to run things.
"Now slow your role there, darlin'... Just because you got some high standin' doesn't mean that you can waltz your happy self in here and tell me how to run things. I'm pretty sure the person that told me to be sure he is treated roughly would overrule anything that you would say..."

His tone calmed as he did, his smile slowly returning.
"But, I hope that you understand that Dire is in the supernatural sector of the facility... That means he gets full access to his weapons and powers simply so he can protect himself... Perhaps, he's not the as 'world-class' as he states..."

Last Day of Required Visitation [Three Months Later]:
Dire and his troupe were moving through the last parts of the building with little complication.
That gave him and Catsyss time to talk a bit more.
"Hey, so you never really told me why you're in here. You seem innocent enough, besides the fact that you're a demon." Dire said in a matter of fact tone.

"I killed one hundwed and thiwrty two peoples in ten minutes..." She said with the innocence of a child.

Dire's eyes widened, "Damn, really?" He said, suddenly regretting making friends with her.

"Yes... But I was in my infantile stages... I had no knowedge of dat being wong... Until I was put into jaiw..." She said, lowering he head.

All Dire could think of was a baby running around with a rattle, brutally murdering anyone it saw.
He was about to say something else when a singular female guard walked around the corner.
She was a heavier-set woman, though not morbidly obese.
She had blonde hair and her hair was pulled back into a ponytail behind her cap.
When she saw the group standing and staring, she spit out the drink in her mouth.
"Oh crap!"

All eight of them looked at each other as she ran to sound the alarm.
Dire then shrugged, throwing one of the stun sticks at her.
The electrocuted end hit the woman on the back, putting her to the ground.
He chuckled, "Who knew I was still good at throwing shit?!"

He took the lady's gun and turned the safety on without her noticing.
He picked her off the ground and put the gun to her kidney.
"Hey, babe... I'm Dire, if you haven't heard already..."

"I haven't." She said shakily.

"Cool... Well..." He paused.
"I promise I'm not looking at your boobs..." He said as he leaned over the woman's shoulder to look at her nametag.
He noticed that the woman leaned into him slightly as he moved forward.
"Hm... You're enjoying this, Martha."

She went stiff before saying, "N-no..."

Dire bobbed his head in contemplation, "Weeeelllll, good. Cuz this isn't supposed to be fun. You're gonna walk with us. If you don't, I shoot you in the kidney. If you do, you live. Got it?"

-

Day 35 of Required Visitation:
The man behind the desk chuckled, it was very genuine coming from the man who had the fake smile plastered on his face.
"Ma'am, if you would be willing to give up your livelihood for a 'moral cause', I give you my congratulations. As for me? I will continue to run my place of business, and I will not be pestered by a whiny little superhuman who is feeling sad about the way that her boyfriend is being treated. Now, if you wouldn't mind, I'll have my guard excuse you."

A large man would walk up, opening the door, waiting for Sam to exit.

"It was, oh so nice meeting you miss... Velvet, was it? I never really was good with names..."

Last Day of Required Visitation [Three Months Later]:
The eight and their newfound hostage ran through the rest of the facility with ease.
They had somehow made it past the armory, leaving all the guards behind them.

They made it to the main gate, everything would be unlocked past there.
He jabbed the gun into Martha's kidney, almost relishing the yelp.
"Open it."

She hesitated.

"Open it!" He said, twitching once.

She finally opened it.
That was when things got hectic.
Dire slid the gun into his pants and shook his head with slight regret.
"Sorry, guys..."
In a sudden blaze of speed, Dire drew his katanas, spinning around cutting everyone except for Catsyss.
When they had all gotten their heads to his level, he knocked them out.
Each and every one of them until it got to the leader, who knelt defeated.
"Why do you do this?"

He grinned. "You guys are demons... Why the hell would I let you guys free? This whole time you've been wanting to kill and maim. For no reason. They're innocent people doing their jobs. Not criminals out on the streets. They don't deserve it to either of our knowledge..."
He leaned a little closer, kissing her on the forehead.
"Besides, I already said I wanted to screw you... I did! I screwed you outta getting out of here!"
He said, hitting her with the hilt of his sword.

Catsyss looked at him with dumbfounded eyes.
"What you do dat fowr?"

Dire sheathed his katanas, looking down.
"I had to. I have to leave you here now too... I promise I'll fight to get you out of here... But it's gotta be the right way."
He leaned closer, putting one hand on her face.
"You just stay on your best behavior. Okay?"

She leaned her head on his hand, "Okaya..."

She leaned forward to kiss him, but he stuck the stun gun on her, causing her to pass out.

He shut and locked the door behind him, leaving Martha alone with the now unconscious demons.
Dire looked back, waving to Martha and mouthing thank you.

Dire kicked through the main door of the building, catching the fresh air.
He simultaneously caught a mouthful of rain water as well.
It was late.
It must've taken longer than expected to get out of the prison.
That's okay.
He's out now.
He can go anywhere he wants.
He closed his eyes and willed himself to go to London.
Knowing he wouldn't really go exactly there, he planned for somewhere out of the country.
Just until the heat died down.
When he opened them, he realized he was still at the prison.
"Wow... All this, and the fucking wards are still up... Guess I gotta run this one out."

-

Day 35 of Required Visitation:
The Ambassador was actually getting time to relax, letting herself sink into the chair, sighing.
Just then, she jumped right back up, startled by the ring.
She stomped to the door, ready to shoo off whoever was there, until she saw that it was Sam.
She sighed, in relief more than stress.
"Ah, Miss Fort. What a pleasant surprise, please do come in."
She sat down at her desk, unbuttoning her jacket, and putting her hair down.
She had a sophisticated beauty about her.
"What is it that I could do for you today?"
She said, taking a drink of water.

Last Day of Required Visitation [Three Months Later]:
Dire shook his head with anger, breaking off into a full sprint through the ridged field.
There was nowhere to hide if things got intense.
He continued to run.
He ran for probably a straight fifteen minutes, and even with his speed he could still see the prison.
He sat down for a minute, contemplating his options.
He probably had another hour before the wards would be out of reach.

*

Day 35 of Required Visitation:
The Ambassador was surprised by her concern.
She had expected to hear that Dire was causing trouble, and Sam wanted him furtherly incarcerated.
But that wasn't the case...
"Are you sure that Dire isn't causing the trouble on his own? You know that he's quite the troublestarter."
She said this with a very doubtful tone, not believing that Dire wasn't the catalyst of the problem.

"And I must tell you, that we were given specific instructions to give him a hard time... Dire had made very powerful enemies in his prime of mercenary work..."

Last Day of Required Visitation [Three Months Later]:
He continued to run.
He ran.
And ran.
And ran some more.
In his path was a road, and just his luck: he was hit by the car speeding through the storm.
Dire flipped over the car, hitting the ground hard.
The man inside the car got out, concerned with who he hit, taking his phone out to call the police.
Before the man could get the number typed in, a gun shot rang out.
The man's phone flew out of his hand, startling him.
"Car. Now."
The man nodded, speechless.
"Passenger side."
The man obliged, still scared stiff.

*

Day 35 of Required Visitation
The ambassador looked at Sam with a frown.
"I agree with everything you're saying, Sam... But the system is too corrupt for just us to change it. It takes a long time. As for Dire... I'm nearly in agreement with the way he's being treated in the prison... You haven't seen the picture collage of what he's done... "
She opened up a filing cabinet, finding the folder she was looking for.
She handed it to Sam.
"Inside is every kill Dire has that wasn't in the name of justice. Ever since he resurfaced, meeting Jeannie Rose, we've been tracking him."
Inside the folder, there were 234 pictures or mementos describing or showing the death of 234 men of women. Never children if she were to go through all of them though.
" That's enough to convict anyone.
"

Last Day of Required Visitation
Dire way in the car, gun pointed at the man with the safety on.
They say in silence until Dire couldn't take it anymore.
He turned on the radio and put the CD in.
As Michael Jackson's greatest hits came on, he looked to the man.
"You're my fav hostage ever!!!"

*

Day 35 of Required Visitation
The woman looked to Sam with sympathy in her eyes. She knew the feeling, for she felt the same way. The only difference between them was she left that feeling behind a long time ago. She may have given up, but she'd be damned if she didn't try to help Sam along her way.
"Okay, Sam... I have your point. I'll try my absolute hardest to make this right. But I want to make another thing clear... It won't be easy. For either of us. I don't think even I understand how hard it will be."

She felt it could be left at that. Moving on, she spoke on something else.
"Also. I would advise you to stop caring about Dire. He's nothing but trouble. He's a mercenary at heart, and that will never change. I hope he doesn't hurt you like he hurt me."

Last Day of Required Visitation
The man driving sat in fear as Dire waved his gun around while singing Bad by Michael Jackson. He was trying to find a way to escape, but there really wasn't one. The man decided to speak up.
"I- I don't even like Michael Jackson... Th-"

He turned the music off and pointed the gun at him. "Who the FUCK doesn't like Michael Jackson?! I should kill you for just saying that!"
Sure, he was joking. But the guy wasn't catching on.

"I-It's my wife's car! I was coming to pick her up from work!"

Malik tilted his head, letting the gun rest. "That must suck... Ya know, being in the wrong place at the wrong time... Your wife's name Martha?"

The guy nodded hesitantly.

"Hm. Nice gal."

*

Day 35
The Ambassador sighed, and put her chin in her hand. She couldn't believe she was retelling this story.
"Well... Dire broke into my branch of office undetected. Just slipped in right under our noses, we didn't think anything of it. He got as close as speaking to me for an entire thirty minute conversation. Sooner or later, we caught him. When we asked him just why he did what he did... He just said because he wanted to. He wanted to show just how good he was by breaking in, undetected, and getting to a high ranking official." She let that sink in for a moment.
"Sure, I'm lucky he didn't kill me but... Who does that? Someone I've worked with for a long time... We've given him Black Ops jobs for years, and then he just decides to waltz in here, undetected. It gave the entire country a scare for the longest time, and we had to tighten security, all because of him."

Last Day
Dire continued on and on about the man's wife, up until the man got tired of it. With a sudden twist of the hands, the car flipped over. The car rolled, and rolled, and rolled, and rolled one more time before landing on its roof. The car now on fire.
The man stuck inside.
Dire on the other hand, had teleported out of the car as it was rolling, so he had no damages. He ran over to the car, flipping it back over, and pulling the guy out, throwing him onto the pavement.
"What... THE HELL was that?! We are seriously FIVE MILES from civilization, and the best course of action is to CRASH THE DAMN CAR?! I should kill you... But I won't. Just because there's a point I'm trying to prove."
He pulled out his phone, calling 911.
"Yeah, hi... There's a car wreck on the road headed to the metahuman prison... Yes, he's lost two limbs, he's bleeding bad... I need to help him out, please hurry."

The man looked up at Dire, "I'm not missing two limbs..."

"Not yet..."

*

Day 35
The woman nodded.
"Despite my protests, yes, we kept him in arm's reach. As much of a nuisance he was, he made up for it in ability to get the job done. He isn't a world class mercenary for nothing. We've actually tried to pin him down before to arrest him, but every time it seems that we have the jump on him, he finds a way to elude us. We've tried relentlessly, but he is not one to make mistakes."

She sighed. "He would make a wonderful hero. His heart is just in the wrong place. I would've placed him in your division by now if he showed even one heroic tendency... He just doesn't."

Last Day
Dire began walking down the road as the screams of pain died down in the distance. The man would be fine, he had stripped him down and used the clothes to stop the bleeding, and there was a police station right outside the prison's property. Risky, but smart.

He ducked into a ditch as the convoy of police vehicles and an ambulance drove by. When they arrived, the man was lying there, halfway in and out of conciousness, his two legs missing, just like was said. Dire had situated him to where he was on his stomach like he crawled out, and he threw the legs into the flaming car so it looked like he actually lost them. The only flaw in that plan was, who called them? No one else was there.

As Dire made it to the outskirts, he saw that there were 4 cops still on duty inside the station.
"Why did you send so many out?"
He teleported behind the building, grinning as he walked in.