Meta Human Prison

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Lucius awoke with his head pounding in pain, he sat up and held his head, as he got his barrings the feeling soon passed. He looked around and saw that he had been locked in a cell of some kind. All he remembered was getting into his car when something hit him in the neck, then falling to the ground as everything went black. He was too delirious to even think, he was wearing classic grey prison garb and his gear was taken. He got up and looked around, seeing very little in the tiny space.


He washed his face in the sink then began accessing the situation, he attempted to fire energy at the door but.....nothing happened. Lucius panicked, fearing his powers had been removed for good. He hoped it was some sort of temporary power neutralization, but he would need to be sure.  He walked over to the bed and lifted the mattress, then found a sharp end and cut his wrist on it. He looked at the blood and could see that it was the same color as it was when he first got his powers, so the meta gene still ran through his veins. He signed in relief, but his powers were still being limited some how and he was trapped.


He walked over to the cell door and attempted to look through it, he saw a guard in full swat gear patrolling the hall. He started banging on the door and screaming "Hey!, Why am i here?! But the guard didn't even blink, he just continued on walking down the hall. This was puzzling, who could have captured him so easily? Whoever it was, they had some serious tech. Lucius sat down and began thinking about what to do next. 10 minutes later a tray of food was passed through the slot, some sort of canned greens and a crappy sandwich.


Lucius was hungry, but he suppressed the urge to eat it in fear that it had more chemical additives. He looked around for anything he could use as a weapon, but there was very little. He got the idea to take the liner off the foam mattress and tie it into a makeshift rope, he could use it as some kind of strangulation device. Not the best plan but it was all he could think of, and if he didn't find a way to get out, he would be there for the long haul.

"why does my head hurt." Marcus said as he awoke in a cell. Not the place he fell asleep last night in, he was sure it was a bar he slept in.

Whoever these fools are they made a mistake. Dark said in anger. He didn't need to be cooped in an extra cell.

Marcus got up and moved to the cell door to break out but couldn't feel his power. He started to freak out but remembered Dark was still here and if dark is here than his power was still here only Dormit. Damit Was all he could say in his head but then he heard a voice a very similar voice. Moving to his cell door he yelled out. "Its my favorite Cultist. How are you? He said jokingly

The awakening for Reaper was a gasp and a scream of pain as all over his body, he wasn't regenerating, this pain was unbearable, but not for a particularly long time, he got used to constant pain quite quickly, and rose to look around, looking into the slot in the door he grinned and attempted to become smoke once more, but ... nothing happened, he stared at his hand and shouted to them through the door "What ... Have ... You ... Done to me!!!" he began punching the door and then gasped as he looked down and saw his coat was gone, screaming once more he stood on his bed and threw the tray his meal was on (still with the meal on it) at the camera, and noticed some of the rotten smelling mayonnaise in the sandwich smeared the lens of the camera, as well as the actual tray shatter, he looked down at the tray and picked up some pieces, and then began to make a knife from the tray.

After a few minutes, the small plastic blades he had made were nice and sharp, then he heard a familiar voice, as he yelled down the corridor "Lucius! What's happening, I can't use my powers and my own degeneration is killing me, clever bastards never thought of that did they!" He began yelling to the guard saying that he was dying but the guard appeared to be as much a mute as deaf, which is when he waited for someone to come to his room to fix the camera.

"Ugh, what the hell.." The strong, irish accented voice of Roy Smith, also known as Quick Draw, rang out through the concrete walls of the strange cell he had found himself in. With a quick glance around the room, he quickly deduced one thing. This was far from the worst situation he had ever found himself in. Stretching out, he scratched at the back of his head, taking another cautionary look around. Nope. Nothing had changed in that ten second span. Cracking his knuckles, he quickly set in to searching his memory for what had transpired the night before. The images, though, were blurry, and choppy at best.

"So.." He said out loud to himself. "I was in Vegas. And there were chimichangas, and many women of questionable sexual motives. So either, I was in a Mexican brothel or.... nope, I was definitely in a Mexican brothel." letting out a tired yawn, he walked up to the door, giving it a soft tap with his hand. "But, that does leave the question. Is this some sick fantasy I paid extra for, or was I taken? Will Liam Neeson come recsue me? No probably not, I don't think I have the body to be his daughter..." He said, poking at the lean muscle that laid beneath the grey T-shirt he had been wearing.

Tap. Tap. Tap. That was a sound Roy knew very well. The sound of a well practiced, and often used, marching tempo. Just like the one a guard may use. Or, at least, what the night watchmen had sounded like at the military school he practically grew up at. Banging once again on the door, this time a bit harder. Several more seconds of listening, no change in the pattern.

"Yo, senior!" Roy called out, "Where am I? How much did I pay for this? When do the ladies come out? And can I get some damn chimichangas?!"

No response.

"Doh!" Roy said, slapping himself on the forehead. "It's a MEXICAN brothel. Oy! Senior! I have much yard work to be done, if you'd just like to get into the back of my pick up, we can get right onto that. I'll pay minimum wage! Whatever Mexican minimum wage is...like...a bag of weed, and some tequilla?"

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Jason's eyes snapped open as he gasped in loudly. He sat up in his bed quickly while lookin around in confusion. He was in a cell of some sort. He didn't remember anything that happened or how he got here. Jason was wearing some sort of prisoner uniform instead of his old clothing. He got out of his bed and ran for the door to phase through it, but something was wrong. He wasn't going at superspeed and his body didn't vibrate at all. His eyes widened in shock before becoming in rage."WHAT have you done to my SPEED?!" He yelled loudly, but heard his teammates down the hall."Guys it's me Quick I'm here to what happened?!" He yelled hoping his teammates would hear him.

After a few minutes he had a nice, strong, cord-like-rope made, it could easily be used as a weapon. He didn't care that it probably would be seen on the cameras and that they may send a few guards, he was actually hoping for it. But after a few more minutes no one came, it was like he was a phantom being completely ignored.

He finally heard something in the uncomfortable silence, a familiar voice, but one he didn't exactly want to hear at the moment. "Oh, great, that's all i need right now, an annoying demonic anti hero" He said back to the voice loud enough to be heard. He wondered how this kid ended up in the same mysterious place as he did, and the voices that followed just added to his confusion. "How the hell did you three end up here too, i hope you have a little more answers then i do"  He yelled back through the hallway. It seemed the guard didn't care they were communicating either, he just continued walking with an ignoring glare on his face.

"I'm gunna try something, hopefully i can break free and sort this out" He yelled to the others as he walked to one of the walls. He positioned his head in front of it and then started to head butt the wall repeatedly, he was hoping it would get the attention of whoever was behind the cameras. After a few slams his head started to bleed, then the guard got an order though his radio and walked over to Lucius' cell. "Stop that! Your gunna kill yourself!" the guard said before opening the door due to Lucius' persistence. He ran at Lucius and grabbed his head, attempting to stop him from head butting the wall again. He was rewarded with a backwards elbow to the jaw, which stunned him.

Lucius proceeded to turn around and punch the guard repeatedly, then, once he was beaten to a state in which he was fully incapacitated, Lucius snapped his neck. Lucius looted his stun rod, key card, hand gun, and pants. He put the stuff on the pants belt and continued into the hallway. More guards would be coming soon so he needed to act quickly, he found the emergency cell opener in case of a fire and stuck the key card inside, openning the cells. "Well that was fun, come on out and lets get the fuck out of here"

"I don't know how I got here to be honest." Marcus yelled to him before feeling a light tap on his neck. He put his finger on the object only for his hand to burn at it's touch. Wait, an holy artifact? But how did they know." Marcus said as he tried to tug on it but to no avail and a slightly sore hand. Marcus was about to sit when he heard a scuffle and then the doors opening, him being the first one out he looked towards the cult leader guy. "Thanks, what's the plan now?" Marcus said to him with a grin. before hearing more footsteps from outside. We better hurry human

Reaper watched the whole thing and as he emerged he smiled under his mask "That's why you're the boss, but we need to figure out how to get our powers back, also I am experienced with forearms so for now at least could I take the gun?" He stood awaiting Red's answer but couldn't stay long.

An alarm kicked in and Reaper recoiled at this as he began looking around for solutions to their predicament and saw no signs showing a way out, almost as if it was designed to be hard to find your way around? He turned to everyone and said "Does anyone remember being stuck with something or drugged at all? I'm only asking because there are two possibilities, one is that we must find a room with an antidote to a suppressant, the other is that the cells had containment fields?"

He concentrated a little and although smoke and whispers would be seen and heard he couldn't actually go incorporeal, but he waited for his master to tell him what to do

Quick smiled at the scene his boss causes as he freed him from his cell."Thanks needed that and let's get out of here so we can figure out what happened." Jason would turn to Reaper and shake his head"Sorry don't remember a thing.