Zachriel's Lament (Message for invite)

Stone, steel and silence. That was one way to describe this place. Damp, cold and unforgiving with metallic bars and floors. The only lights were the occasional mining lights contained within their cages, dangling from the ceiling in their warm orange glow. The light revealed a jagged ceiling, stalagmites jutting out and rending through the air as they loomed over the area menacingly. There was no escape from a place like this. This is the place where God's go to die. This place had no name, but to everyone inside... They just called it "Hell". They were here, deep within the confines of the earth. Miles underground and shut in with an almost alien greatness in it's security. Anti-metahuman restraints, chips implanted into their arms and collars latched around their necks. Red lights against the pale cyan steels as the alarm sounded out like a tornado watch.

He took a breath as the musty smell dirt and smoke filled his lungs. In that moment Humanity was glad he had out grown his pediatric asthmatic condition, he'd have been dead already otherwise. His eyes fluttered open as he felt a gut-wrenching desire to throw up. His empty stomach worked against him, projecting nothing out but labored heaves and gagging as he tried to push himself up. Finally maneuvering himself to the far side of the room he sat and took in rapid, shallow breaths as he looked around into the darkness, hearing the shouts and screams of tortured victims and seeing the cell in which he was now confined. His mind was reeling as he looked about, wondering as to how or why he couldn't remember why he was here.

He couldn't recall. The last thing he remembered was his encounter with Elena Vexus. He had escaped, or so he thought. What happened to HMS? What happened to Victor? He would have panicked, however he knew all too well that panic did nothing in situations such as this. his heart was beating quickly, but he managed to control himself while time passed ever so slowly. He couldn't recall why he was there. he could feel the fracture in his rib and the difficulty breathing was more than enough of a reminder of his brawl with Elena Vexus. One of the most feared metahumans in history was brought down a peg by him...only for him to end up here. he could remember thinking that he knew better than to let his guard down. he knew better... but he must have anyway.

His hands ran over his face as he sighed, looking out into the darkness. He knew he needed to keep his mind about him. If he didn't he'd die. Hell, he was probably going to die anyway. But not until he took down as many of these fuckers as he could. He could faintly hear the movement outside his cell door. It was like muffled movements, someone trying to remain quiet or silent as they moved. With his eyes closed he began to tap his foot on the ground and listened as the cell door opened. Four things obstructed the faint light that crept into his cell.

Split and apart. One in the heart. Never opened, never closed. Always cracked, fragmented and shattering. he opened his eyes and the world around him was like a broken mirror. Things were skewed and fragmented. He watched a dark hand reach out and grab onto his bicep firmly, pulling him with tremendous force. As Humanity moved the mirror fragments moved, changed and cracked out. It were as if reality itself were a shattering glass cube and he were moving inside it. The cracks snaked and weaved as he was pulled outside and shoved against a standing table, straps of metal and leather binding him while a body cage of mechanical spikes was closed around him. A mouth guard with bars was strapped over his face and with two guns aimed at him he was escorted down a long, dark hallway.

The faint lights continued to fuzz as the cracking glass of life continued to snake and follow. There was very little he could say or do at this moment as he was taken even deeper into the facility. In here everyone had their chips in their arms. The things that made them "above human" were hindered, dampened or even negated entirely. The collars tracked them, monitored their every movement. There were no less than two guards, heavily armed with DNA-locked weapons able to blow holes or slice through even the toughest metahumans. Drugs were put in the food and water to help "open" the mind to the indoctrination within. A familiar droning was heard. Dependency, Loyalty, total and unconditional surrender.

If I really wanted to put up with this shit I'd have stayed in church. He thought to himself as his mind finally came to grasps with everything going on. The situation was more clear to him, the groggy feeling had left him and he was entirely aware of his surroundings. The darkness, the smell of iron and blood now coming to mind in the musty fumes of the facility. The glass cracking effect faded out, no longer following him it would seem. Humanity was wheeled into the room and unstrapped before being kicked in the stomach, sending a sharp pain through his already fractured ribs before he was thrown to the ground. Coughing, Humanity struggled to stand as he chuckled. "Love you too sweetie." He said as he groaned and leaned against the wall. He couldn't help but notice that there were three beds in the cell. he could expect a cell mate soon it would seem. Humanity smiled as he realized that this very well be the only thing this placed done fucked up on. Now it was only a matter of time.

"Oh Matty, Matty, Matty... this is gonna be a hard one to get out of."

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Memory became a haze as Jordan tried to recall what he had been doing before. Vague images flashed through his mind and yet he could recall nothing of importance, beyond the fact that it had something to do with Shael. The smaller one at any rate, maybe he was chewing on something or urinating on fire hydrants, he couldn't quite remember that either. Dealing with that would have been preferable to whatever was happening to him now really, but then again not that he had much choice within the matter. All he needed to do was look to the side to see a gun directed towards his face, or rather more than one gun was directed towards him. Just from a cursory glance he could tell that they were not your average guns, so no matter how durable he was something told him they would damage him all the same.

Someone had gone through some pains to make sure his powers weren't an issue, as he could feel almost no energy flowing through him as usual. Any attempt to draw upon his ultima was likely going to go nowhere, and his head was swimming with any attempt to recall information he usually would have no issue with. His lips curled downward into a frown as Jordan took in his surroundings which for the most part were pretty foreboding when given any thought. The fact the he even had a little energy available to call was a miracle really, but then again even that amount was meager. There was no physical hand jerking him forward, but he knew that he was expected to continue walking if he wanted to remain in one piece at any rate. He could hear a strange droning within his ears, something about dependency and the things that one would expect of a cult.

That gave him the vague idea that he was dealing with some manner of a cult and if that were the case then came the question of why they had kidnapped him. Some manner of ritual sacrifice came to mind, but then again the idea did not sit well with him instantly. So Jordan pushed that from his mind and tried to focus on the more positive light of things. Speaking did not appear like it would be the smart thing to do, so Jordan kept quiet while trying to figure out his surroundings within his own mind. The fact that his empathy wasn't working felt more like a blessing in disguise than anything else considering the twisted emotions that he would likely feel within this dark place. Considering the potential indoctrination, perhaps they planned to use him for some manner dark ritual. If that were the case then they may have gotten more use from Hyperon than himself, but then again these were all assumptions.

Eventually the armed escort would stop as he was presented before a cell, one that Jordan had been rather harshly shoved into. Something told him at the very least he had been in here for a while, as periods of sleeping followed by waking had passed. While his energy may have been waning , at the very least it kept him from needing to eat. There was that and of course the fact that he did not trust the food or the water that these jailers were supplying him. Jerks. Jordan thought to himself with an unspoken disdain as he took in the surroundings of the cell. Three beds in the cell and two figures, both taller than him residing within here as well. One of them looked rather familiar, enough so that it filled him with a small amount of joy followed by worry. It made no sense why he was here and even less why Matt was here either. What they wanted with either of them became something that Jordan wondered to himself even more as he turned to the unknown third party.

"Wow, I really was not expecting to see you here." Jordan noted to Matt rubbing his forearm while trying to take stock of all he had available to him. No ethereal energy, his brain and for some reason skills had taken a major shot, and he couldn't keep the ethereal field up. His wings were bust too, meaning that he was in a tough spot for the most part. Hopefully one of his powers would be in effect, at least one of the useful ones. "But I guess the big question is....where are we?"

First to arrive was a rather strange looking man, though the cell was dark Humanity could vaguely make out the form of a metallic surface over the man's arm. Gauging the way it just hung there he naturally assumed that it was a piece of technological origin. Somehow it was being inhibited. That was just wonderful, now he needed to actually formulate a plan. The person seemed to offer a greeting, one that Humanity couldn't help but audibly gulp and groan, holding his ribs in pain. "H-hi-ow." He groaned as he moved over and sat on one of the beds, practically claiming it as his own as he fell into it. The heavy iron clasp on his neck made him slightly wary, as he despised the feeling of anything on his neck, however he found himself horribly distracted as another member was added to this little group of people. Initially it was hard to see, however the voice only affirmed it for Humanity all the same.

"Holy Hell, you're alive!" He said as a smile plastered itself to his face a moment and letting out a grunt. Everything he fucking did hurt. Every breath, every movement involving his goddamn torso. It was pretty unfortunate that they were in such a high-tech place. Powers were probably nullified by the collars or something like that. Then again, Humanity didn't know that for a fact. Looking over to Jordan he smirked and shook his head. The last time Jordan even saw Matt was the events with Sin, the fact Jordan was so nonchalant about seeing him here spoke wonders for that friendship it seems. Resolving to sort the problem out himself he quickly looked over his prison uniform. he was the only one in one it would seem. They obviously saw how well prepared he was for the battle against Vexus and stripped him when they took him down. That was annoying...and invasive. Silence fell over him a moment before he cleared his throat and addressed the elephant in the room.

"So. My name's Matt. I wanna get out of here...pretty bad too-INVISIBLE RUNNER!" Humanity began, suddenly a loud almost barbaric shout filled the area, echoing off the cave in a very eerie manner. Humanity looked out the window as the metallic floor turned a blood red and lit up, several dozens of guards turned to attention. The ground turned black with footprints, akin to snow as the invisible target ran across the red floor, a kick being delivered to a guard's face. As the guard dropped and the weapon was free the metahuman uncloaked themselves as they reached down to pick up the weapon. The second they did, however, they seemed to have electricity surge all over their body as blood seemed to pour from their eyes and ears.

"Amateur..." he muttered to himself as to prevent Jordan or this other man from hearing him. Unless of course superhuman senses were within the powers not banished by the inhibiting devices. With that little display, Matthew already knew that this place was going to be one hell of a ride to escape. With a look of concern and slight fear on his face he looked to Stryker and Jordan, knowing full well that they had likely seen it as well. The problem here was that Jordan didn't know that Matthew was "The Villain", and if he made constant observations and handled this with the same fervor he did as Humanity...then he was exposed. If he played the passive role of his real self however...he wouldn't escape here. Ever. He'd probably end up buhbuh's bitch. That didn't sit well with him. Sitting wouldn't sit well with him either probably. All terrible jokes aside, he knew he needed to find a way to get the information to these guys so that he could lead them to the conclusions he needed them to have. With that they'd make the decisions he'd make and they'd get out of here. Hopefully alive.

"Prisoner 7732. These possessions were examined and cleared to be returned to you." A voice said before a small plastic tote of goodies was pushed through the food tray slot. Amongst these goodies were his pair of glasses and his beanie. Walking over with a grunt, Humanity scoffed as he swiped up the both of them, positioning his beanie on his head the way it always sat and placed the glasses on his face. Backing over to his bed he looked around and growled a little, secretly satisfied.

"Busted ribs, breathing problems...a guy with one arm and you." He said to Jordan with a sigh and looking to Stryker. "Okay...anybody got any ideas?" he asked, hoping to stimulate creative flows in planning.

Miles stood up slowly and pushed his neck side to side with his right hand, with a small pop with each turn. Afterwards he looked around the cell and observed the three beds. He then put his hand under the frame of the bed and felt along the frame. Then he stood up and looked up at the ceiling and analyzed it. Judging on how hard it was hard for him to see and his treatment of receiving a collar and other such procedures. As well as the fact that his prosthetic wasn't working. This was all just great... Miles kept looking about and noticed the next person enter the cell with Human and Stryker. Looking at him and gathering as much information as he could about him visually. Then afterwards, Miles sighed and looked at Humanity, "We're going to have a hard time escaping this place, the procedures they have in place prevent various different escaping it would seem. Their weapons also appear to be high tech of some sort, definitely not your usual seven point six two caliber, or even the five point five six."

Looking about again he noticed how the guards carried out the process of stopping escapees, impressed, Miles began to theorize different ways the now formed three could escape. Miles turned to Humanity and Jordan and raised a brow and turned his head slightly, "Well.. I've come up with a few ideas, but I'm not sure if we can pull them off, I've been in prisons before, but this is something different... The names Miles by the way.", after speaking he backed into another bed and sat down on it, leaning all the way back to the wall, closing his eyes, listening for anything that be of use. Miles had already established that they have quite a bit of knowledge on how to handle prisoners. But what didn't make sense is why Miles was here. The whole place seemed to be filled with meta's. Hell, there was atleast one in the cell with him now, so why is Miles here? He's not a meta, why not place him in a regular cell? Like a regular human, of course, Miles wasn't your average human. He's been called many things, one of which being a cyborg even. Which sounds demeaning, which is why he prefers not to be called that.

Miles began to turn slightly and grab his metal hand, placing it to the wall, scraping a finger against the wall and knocking on it lightly. Miles then turned and placed his arm back aside. It would seem that all three have been striped and placed in the cell with prisoner clothing, really, none of them had anything to special. Miles had his implants and metal arm, while the Matt guy had a pair of glasses and a beanie. And the supernatural angel boy over there didn't seem to have anything all the special to be quite honest, since it appeared no ones abilities or tech worked down here.

The fact that they voiced their surprise with him being alive made Jordan wonder for a second where that came from, but then again there was the whole ordeal with Sin. It was likely he had heard of that but then again their tone suggested they didn't quite expect him to survive that encounter. Slightly hurtful, but then again he was surprised himself that he managed to survive it. Playing around with the collar hanging around his neck, Jordan surmised that this was likely the thing that was inhibiting him so much, which meant that he would probably need to remove it before being able to make a proper escape attempt. Because in the end he had no intentions of letting himself be exposed to whatever these people had planned for the three of them. The fact that he had somehow ended up here with a rather good friend of his was luck more than anything else.

Rather than standing around, Jordan would pick out one of the bed to plop down on for the short amount of time that he intended to be in the cell itself. Despite how nonchalant he was when addressing Matt, he was actually very pleased to see that his friend was alive. "Looks like I'm not the only one thinking that." Jordan noted with a small chuckle in response to Matt's surprise with him still being alive. Not that he could blame them for being surprised, considering the whole Hyperion being an asshole thing. Still, he needed to take full stock of what remained with him and so far most of those powers of his seemed to be out of the works for the most part. This self searching eventually ended up with a small puff of light green mist spurting from one of his fingers.

Okay, so it looked like his healing powers were working even if they required a little more energy to actually call up than the other ones. That brought back the fact that Matt seemed to have trouble breathing, though the question was what could be causing trouble like that. The possibilities flowed through his mind like a flood, while Jordan chewed softly on his lower lip until some of them stuck. There was of course the other guy, but then again he had no interest within them at the moment considering he didn't even know them. That may have appeared as him being rude, but then again sometimes Jordan did that. Suddenly something seemed to be going on, as the floor lit up a blood red color as people said something about an invisible runner. That suggested there were some other people here, and one of them had somehow escaped.

His eyes would dart towards the once outer darkness as if expecting something or someone to run past their cell. Suddenly it appeared that something was happening, involving guards being kicked in the face and something along those lines. Unfortunately for the runaway a surge of electricity had managed to reduce them to nothing more than an unconscious mass upon the floor. Matt would turn to both of them with a look of both fear and concern, likely at the display that had transpired before them. Jordan himself was overcome with both disgust at what had happened as well as worry over anyone else trapped within their shared situation. The fact that people were being confound within this place and having unknown things done to them was something that made all of this so much worse. Being so good tended to be annoying at times, much like now actually.

Suddenly a voice would state something about having belonging from one of them, ending up being some of Matt's things. One of them being his glasses as well as a beanie, though he did not quite remember him wearing one of those before. The fact that he brought up breathing problems meant that he was not exactly wrong. Stepping down from the bed he was sitting on, Jordan made his way over to Matt without any real worry. Reaching out with one hand, he would attempt to assess the damage that would make breathing difficult. "Yikes, this does not look good." Jordan noted with a slight frown as he tried to draw upon his healing powers once again. It took some effort and felt as if he were growing a little tired from the effort, but the mist would form once again except this time with a purpose. It would swarm over Matt's chest while trying to heal the damage done. Likely he would feel a small amount of relief from the energy just touching him as it did its thing.

"My names Jordan, though one of you already know that." He noted still working on the healing portion. "We probably aren't going anywhere with your rib in a state like this though. Though first I imagine we need to get the cell door open." That being the problem of course, but then again he did not have any mans to pick a lock of the lock was something that could be picked. His mind ran over the many things that they could do and he realized that without his powers he would not be of much use within a breakout attempt. The realization was annoying really, but then again there was no time to feel sorry for himself. "From there we would need to likely break whatever is keeping us from using our powers, which I imagine would make the whole breaking out portion a lot easier." All of it was major assumption really, but then again it was the only thing he had work with.

Well Jordan was as helpful as ever. He loved the guy to death, but in the end he really wasn't adding much at the moment. Of course his rib was broken, the fact it hurt to breathe told him that. He tried at least, so with that Matt just sort of shrugged it off and seemed to tense a bit. "Shit. Feels a lot worse than that but I'll take your word for it. Thanks anyway." That was all he really had to offer at that moment as he took the glasses and looked over them, standing and moving past Jordan, basically neglecting the fact they were trying to heal him. It seems as though he didn't even notice the healing. This was going to be a very interesting outing to say the least. Stryker was seemingly feeling up the wall, and the only thing he'd notice was the fat that the metal in his arm was scratching the metal that the cell was made of, proof that his arm was in fact more durable. Unfortunately, unlike his arm, the cell's metal seemed to heal itself over, a form of regeneration to it. That wasn't commonly seen to be honest. Unfortunately, Humanity couldn't see it to try and figure out exactly what it was.

Trying to put as much distance between himself and Jordan as possible he moved over with a groan and towards Miles with a bit of haste. "Well that makes one of us I guess. What do you suggest?" Matt asked as he blinked, putting his glasses back on as he seemed to brush off Jordan a bit. If Miles had experience in this then Humanity needed to soak it up if possible. Especially if Jordan was here and he couldn't risk revealing himself as Humanity. Actually on that thought he questioned if he even needed to worry about it. Jordan didn't seem all too concerned from previous experience. Perhaps he might be able to let a little of his dark side slip past and drop a few of these wanna-be techno nerds before he died himself. For now Humanity was still gathering evidence and trying to formulate their own plan of attack in all of this. They were beginning to get a slightly clearer picture of just how secured this place really was.

"Fuck. This still hurts." He hissed under his breath before he glanced outside. "I wonder what that invisible person did...and how that floor worked." he mused aloud a little, hopefully enough to prompt the others into figuring it out with him.

The bright green mist curled from his fingertips as it appeared to try and settled before the males chest, in an attempt to heal. One thing that Jordan could note that was it required a lot more effort just to conjure the healing energy and even more to seemingly get any effect. There was also the fact that Matt had stood up before he could actually get any substantial healing done, which managed to annoy Jordan more than anything.  Walking around with that rib damage could have meant something along the lines of them potentially dying, which more than anything would have been a great pain considering that he just found out his friend was alive. It appeared no one really had anything to offer as far as actually getting out of here, but then again that might have just been his luck. The light green mist faded into the stale air as he took in a small breath.

Okay, so it looks like no one needs my healing talents. He thought to himself with a roll of his eyes. If they wanted to die that was their prerogative or so he wanted to tell himself. Unfortunately not caring wasn't as easy as he would have liked it to be. Worrying was the problem when one had to be the good one. With his lips turned into a small frown, he would silently begin to think about how they would get out of here. First they needed to get out of their cell, which appeared to be the greatest roadblock right now. Considering that they had someone with a possibly broken rib, someone who was better as support and a guy with an arm that did not work, that meant they were not in the greatest of positions right now.

This reminded him of how useless he was without his powers, and the sensation itself was not the greatest one. Letting his annoyance with both his position and friends reluctance to let him help him pass, he sighed. The one with the metal arm seemed to go about testing the wall, tapping that metal arm of his against the wall itself though that ended up just repairing itself. With regenerating walls, now that made the unthought of plan of digging out impossible as well. There had to be a way they could get out of here, but then again the question was still how they would get out. Normally he would have been able to think of something quicker, but this damn power negation retarded him to an ungodly degree. Jordan hated that immensely, but then again he did not have much choice within the matter.

Matt had mentioned something about what the floor had done, which forced him to think back to the situation with the invisible metahuman. They had been invisible but the floor had lit up in a strange manner. Perhaps that had been some means of tracking invisible targets even when using their powers, or maybe it was something else entirely. Maybe just a means by which they could freak someone out while trying to escape, one of those two being possible if one thought about it. A low hmmm released from him as he thought over what they could do, and that made him wonder if there was even a way out. Walking over to the locked door of the cell, Jordan silently began to examine it without saying too much. There had to be something about the door, maybe something that they could exploit to get out of here. Perhaps there was some manner of locking mechanism they could undo, though how was the question.

If that was the case then perhaps that was how the person that had failed escaping managed to get out of here. Turning upon his heels he walked back to the bed he had been sitting on, though he did not opt to sit on it.  "Maybe they somehow picked the lock, though that doesn't seem too likely. It's possible there was some kind of mechanism to prevent that So perhaps they tricked the guards into opening the gate or something like that." Jordan rationalized out loud, though only as loud as he assumed he would need to be for both of them to hear him. "But before we go any further...would you kindly sit still and let me heal your rib? Unless you insist on walking around with a cracked rib, then who am I to stop you?"

Okay so first he doesn't even say anything after everything that had happened, and now he's bitching about a broken rib? Little bastard really needed put in his place. Sadly, at this moment in time Humanity wasn't exactly in the mood to put his little buddy where he belonged. Rather he just sighed and looked at Jordan, a little shocked and hurt, as if he didn't even notice Jordan ever tried to heal him. Deciding to play the innocent and scared human he just looked to Jordan and audibly swallowed. "Y-yeah. I-I mean I just...I'm trying to...uuugh." He groaned before sighing and his head turning down a bit, slightly crestfallen as he tried to decide. he honestly didn't give two shits about if Jordan healed him or not. He just did this to make Jordan feel bad, because fuck you Jordan I'm a person too!

  Stryker then informed Matthew of the regenerating wall, which was quite a feat. It made Matthew think of the Atterrium knife. Oh God! No these guys didn't have that did they!? True enough he was assured that no one in this universe knew about Atterrium's actual uses and their capabilities. Well, no one other than him, Samhain and the inventor of Atterrium. Still it was very creepy to think that some rather brilliant minds were tempting fate with a powerful resource like Atterrium. In the wrong hands...that shit would be the deadliest weapon. He decided very quickly that they needed out of here now. Regardless if Jordan healed his rib  and wrist or not.

   "Okay...so we got a situation then. Because if we try to run there's the glowing floor. I mean the guards didn't have foot prints, but they did..." Matt said as he tried to find a way to subtly get them to notice that the guards didn't have a form of footprint or any indication of where they had been. With any luck they'd realize that none of the metals did either, which means that there had been something about the person itself that had caused the discoloration. "The floor sorta seems sleek too...little odd." He said, having seen things like this before. The sleek floor SHOULD trip someone up, but then again he knew this surface was familiar...like an Induction top. Hopefully they were catching the cues here, because if he had to carry this them he'd be kinda bummed out.


     "So we can't see in the dark...we're so screwed." He said frantically for a moment before there was a loud rattling at the cell door.

 "Thirty minutes until "civil service" punks." The voice growled, a slight rusty and metallic rasp within. Humanity perked up for a second. If they had civil service that was probably some kind of community service or something like that. Would that be their chance to escape, or at least get a lay out of the facility? After that the footprints faded into echoes and Matt looked back to Stryker and Jordan.

 "Civil service? I-is that a key to get out of here?" He asked. Of course there was a slight problem with things like this. If they had a duty to this prison it was quite clear that whatever it was they would be monitored. But that might not be such a bad thing...it would give them a chance to see their captors for what they really were. What sort of problem would they have?

  "O-okay, let's think of a plan before they come back!" He offered up meekly before hushing himself into a whisper. He then looked expectantly to the other, hoping they'd make use of their inhuman intellects to formulate a plan for once we got out of here...if not then he may have to take charge after all.

If they were trying to guilt him then it was working, because in the end Jordan couldn't help but feel bad for how he had snapped. Might have been that he didn’t want his friend to possibly die due to a broken rib, but then again perhaps they just didn’t see that he was trying to heal him. It was a possibility really, which meant that just snapping would have been seen as rude to the extreme degree. Well that made the whole reunion nothing more than a catastrophe, the cell around them notwithstanding at any rate. With a soft sigh he would let the mist roll out from his hands, casting some light along the cell itself as it snaked along towards Humanity's rib. "I...i'm sorry." He sighed morosely, lips curling into a frown as he tried  to heal him once again, hoping that some results would happen.

If anything they knew how to make him feel terrible, but then again that was something that wasn't too hard to do. Whether the mist did anything now was unknown but then again he was just assuming that he could heal people. The drain itself was something that he could feel, which meant at the very least that he was expending energy on something. Something had been said about civil service, suggesting that something was going to happen to them. A small amount of worry flowed through him but his attention for the moment was trying to heal that rather nasty broken rib of his. Perhaps that civil service was something that could be used to get them out of here, but then again that also left him with so many unanswered questions. How would they go about doing that and would there even be a chance within that moment.

His mind found itself running over that internal question continually until he felt as if his head would split apart. Dealing with a slightly frantic human would have been an annoying thing really, but then again he was just about as human as them, save for the healing powers. "It looks like we can’t take their weapons, which means that taking them out and doing that would not be something we can do." His eyes would turn towards what appeared to be the cell doors, wondering what lay beyond and the overall layout of the compound. If they didn't know the layout, than an escape would be more difficult than if they did, especially when he could not make use of his powers.  

"I'm not sure what they plan to do to us, but I'm not really looking forward to finding out." Something told him it was some manner of torture or over the top brainwashing, considering the almost cultish feel to this place. Just thinking about it made him cringe, but not enough to keep him from continuing to heal his friend should they need it. Stryker appeared to have some ideas, and so he could build off of them. Having Humanity lacking the broken rib would have likely helped significantly in the long run. "Something tells me a run for it won't be easy but it could be done if we could find a way to get around that lock on the weapons." He continued to postulate out loud. "Trying to escape would be a risk anyway, so it's just when we would want to take that risk."

Well they both had their own little perspectives on this. The one said that they needed to take the opportunity if it arose. The problem being that Humanity needed to act like he was a helpless damsel in distress most of the time while Jordan was trudging about. Jordan being here was going to be quite a burden it would seem. But perhaps there would be some solace in the fact they had a skeletal outline of a plan. Take an opportunity if it arrived...well Humanity needed to act stupid so he'd have to follow their lead. Then we had the fact they needed to somehow manage to get ahold of some weaponry. He had to admit though that this Miles guy had a decent head on his shoulder it would seem. He was testing the environment, and he had made his own thoughts public. Honestly while the prospect wasn't something he'd like...Humanity was well aware how escapes were done. They were never done on the first night. He hoped that Jordan and this guy were buckled in. They were going to be here for a while.

   Prisons weren't something that people just got up and left. Sure a metahuman MIGHT be able to escape a regular prison with the right power set, but this place was obviously designed to contain absolutely everything they could imagine. Unfortunately where there was a will, there was a way. Every prison was escapable. What they needed to do was look for things that they may not have anticipated. The solace in this would be the design of the structure. This place was built to keep out metahumans...so somewhere there needed to be a design flaw. Some part of this prison needed to specifically be exploitable by human beings. Tropes always appear in real life. That's just how it is. Matthew, however had nothing he could do for the moment. But for all of his worry he should have known better. There was a time for everything. Right now was simply not quite it.

  There was a buzzing, a rather clichéd to be truthful. The prison door opened and six guards entered with their guns all trained on the three prisoners. Before they'd find themselves on the way to their "civil service". They would walk a dark mile at least before turning and finding a rather nicely illuminated area. Neon cyber blue lights with words in an arching fashion made Humanity feel like he was standing in some cyber-punk version of Arkham Asylum. With a scoff he watched as the soldiers pushed them through the gate's threshold. The soldiers then one by one took off a small square device that was a solid black and then placed them in tube like constructs, the type akin to a bank's drive through from what Humanity could compare it to. Of course Humanity couldn't help but notice the soldiers then holstered their guns on their backs, drawing out knives with slightly elongated blades.

  From there the three were divided and taken down three separate hallways. The first Hallway was where Jordan was taken. The second and central most hallway was where Stryker was taken, and Matt was lead down the third path. The first path was one of total darkness, eventually Jordan would lose track of the soldiers behind him as they ushered him forward. Eventually the sound of warehouse lights would turn on. A sign that said "Exit" on it was seen. The door opened on it's own and Jordan would likely find himself picked up and thrown through the door. He'd find himself outside...fresh air a breeze...wooded area and a slight mist. It was morning....early morning at that. Unfortunately he was miles and miles away from civilization...and his powers still didn't work. Sadly, he hadn't truly left the facility. It was just an endless room of wandering. No walls or ceiling to be found.

  The Second path lead Stryker to the Indoctrination chamber. A very simple area. It looked like something from robot chicken, though with needles and syringes around areas of where his shoulders would be. Flashing lights and the constant droning on about philosophy and other bull crap. Humans being impulsive and untrustworthy but still being able to be saved. The needled full of drugs to pull out the subconscious and imbed the beliefs there...where the conscious mind had no choice but to obey. This would be an interesting event to say the least.

  The final path, where Humanity had tread was a brutal one and one laced with blood down the hallways. The area began to reek with the stench of iron and the floors were sporadically sticky, likely with that of dried or partially coagulated blood. His fate was still yet to be seen...but somehow he felt as though it was quite fitting for a thing like him.

With the green mist washing over the afflicted area, Jordan could only hope that he was helping his friend however he could. Even if he could not get an escape started now, Jordan would have been fine with his friend at the very least being healed from their seemingly broken rib. Still it appeared that no one had thought of a proper escape plan, at the very least the larger and more physically intimidating of them had not thought of something along those lines. One thing that he knew was that he had no hope in taking down any of the guards with his own limited strength, making him wish he had Hyperion's strength right now. The image of him tearing apart one of those shadowy guards flashed through his mind. An indistinct shape being torn apart as blood gushed and spurted along the ground, entrails revealed to the open air.

Following that was remorse, as if he were sorry for ever thinking of something so disgusting like that. The time would however come as some of the guards would step into the cell, their weapons trained upon them. A thought slipped into his mind of just nailing one of them in the groin and making a run for it, getting out of there as quickly as possible. His muscles tensed in preparation to do just that but in the end he could not push himself to do so, his own hesitance held him back in the end. Instead he would let them lead them out, more thana ware of the weapon that was trained upon him once again. Having something so close made him tense, even more so expecting that they would be split up for some twisted reason. They would walk through the darkness until the shine of neon blue lights fell upon him.

The light was harsh, enough so that it brought tears to his eyes as they squinted to protect themselves in some small fashion. Perhaps they were also part of the psychological torture that was prepared for them, not that he would have been in any way surprised if that was the case. Darkness and then a brief respite of light before they plunged them back into a seemingly eternal darkness once again. From there they were forced into strange tubes, Jordan grumbling to himself as his small frame was placed into one without too much difficulty. A stray thought brought him back to the fact that the men had put up their guns and yet that made him wonder why they needed to do that. Maybe they could not have their weapons unholstered after a certain point or it was something else entirely.

Soon enough he would be ushered into a hallway with more darkness, pushed along by the guards which had a presence about them that told him they were still there. A small pressure was against his back, as if a gun was hovering only a few inches behind him. His breath became slightly shallow as he walked onwards, knowing that pain would be the only thing that came if he stopped moving. Eventually even this darkness would end as he was pushed into the sunlight. It was far brighter than the blue neon light, even if it was only the beginning of morning. Brilliant blue eyes narrowed as he took in his surroundings, something that did not quite make sense for the interior of a building. There were trees stretched out before him, with mist that hung amongst them, hovering over the ground by only a few inches.

Something about this place felt off, unnatural almost as he took his first step forward after getting to his feet. This smell however, the fresh breeze was not something that he could mistake no matter how hard one tried to fake it. Unless of course it was some manner of illusion, because that was something that was possible. Still he would step forward, continuing to take in his surroundings while burying his hands within his pockets. If they had thrown him outside, then perhaps he could find his way to civilization. His power still felt as if it were being suppressed, meaning that it was likely the thing around his neck that was doing it considering that it remained there still. Something needed to be done about that, perhaps he could find a way to remove it now that he had access to a few things. Hands would reach, feeling over the strange collar that had been wrapped around his neck.

Without this, maybe he could have access to his powers once again. The only problem with that was the fact that there may have been a security measure against someone trying to remove it. A soft frown formed upon his lips while looking down at the ground, tapping one foot rhythmically against it while considering the options that were now laid before him. There was always walking onwards, hoping that he could find some manner of civilization waiting for him and then from there trying to bring help with him to free his friend. Of course that suggested that they would be alive by the time that he got back, which did not feel as if that would be a major possibility. With a deep sigh he would begin to walk forward, looking up to the sky which looked much like one in the early morning.Unfortunately He could not tell the sky apart enough that he would be able to tell where exactly he was.

Anxiety began to well up within him, heart racing as the worst possible scenarios ran through his mind with usual lightning speed. Now his brain decided to work, right when he had no idea where the hell he was going. regardless, Jordan took the path that was set before him with the hopes that it would lead him somewhere worthwhile. The dirt road beneath him was strangely well worn, even if the dirt itself was moist from the fog that persisted. That fog added a certain damp smell to the entire area and an expecting feeling within him as if some wild animal would suddenly jump from thebrush. Within his state a wolf would have been something that he did not want to fight head on, especially if it was with a pack.

That made him wonder if there were even wolves hunting within the immediate area. It was perhaps too early for anything like that, but then again that suggested that he knew anything about how wolves hunted. For all he knew they did not choose to hunt at night but whenever there was food available, such as a runt like him walking unarmed through the forest. His teeth bit nervously into his lower lip, eyes darting around for any movement around him and yet there was none. Paranoia had taken hold where calm was only moments ago, leaving him a slightly increasing mess. That was what let him to seeking out some manner of weapon, though trying to rip a branch off from these strangely identical trees would have been a near impossibility. "Dammit, what the hell is up with this place?" His eyes narrowed in irritation, looking up the dim sky within the distance. There had to be a way out of here, there just had to be.

Time from there seemed to pass slowly, as he just walked and walked until his legs felt like they were on fire. His muscles screamed for rest as the forest around him did not come to an end anytime soon, even if it felt like nearly a day had passed since he began walking. His breath had become shallow, Jordan now huffing as he felt faint from exhaustion and within an instant he fell to his knees. His hands collided with the ground first, sending a jolt of pain through Jordan that caused him toyelp. Without his power, his own frailty was more obvious than before. Small abrasions formed from meeting with the dirt road, stinging as the dirt itself managed to implant itself within the small cuts, as Jordan rolled onto his rear and examined his hand. The damage itself was nothing massive really, but then again it was something that he wanted to heal anyway. Green mist would pathetically sputter from his hands at his hovered over the abrasions, slowly healing them as the pain itself began to abate.

"Dammit, how many hours has it been?" He muttered to himself as a tired feeling washed over him, one that he was not so used to feeling. Sure, it was possible for him to exhaust but it had not been so long since his last time sleeping. Jordan should have felt awake, alert and ready to deal with whatever these people threw his way. Instead he felt as if he would just collapse here, right now within this unforgiving forest around him. Looking up, he took notice that it had begun to grow darker suggesting that it was going towards night. With hands slowly healing he knew that he would need to rest to regain his strength, to continue to futile walking that he had put himself through in the first place. His eyes fell upon what looked to be a tree, walking over to it and just slumping against it with a dull thud. Removing the jacket draped around him, Jordan let it serve as a makeshift blanket before falling into sleep.
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Day 1 ended
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Day 7
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Time had felt like it was passing so slowly and yet he could not let that get to him. Regardless to how far the forest itself stretched before him there had to be an end, nothing was endless. Sweat had begun to drip down his forehead, drenching his hair and even his clothing. All of it in essence made him feel absolutely uncomfortable, but nothing beat that feeling of hunger that had begun to grow within the young ethereal. With his energy seemingly suppressed he had begun to grow hungry, and now even sleeping had become nearly impossible. Nightmares had begun to become regular around the second night, and by the third he could not even get proper sleep. The images of what had happened with Sin, his friend being painfully tortured and then left to die before his eyes; only to become the primordial himself.

The idea that this was all something perpetrated by Sin flashed through his mind as well, but all he had to do was rationalize that they had more important things to do than create a death cult to torture him. There had to be some way out of here, there just had to be and yet he could not think of that way. At the very least there had to be something that he could do to find his way back to the way that he entered. That was of course when they first began to appear. ”Captured by psychotic cults. Not exactly your crowning achievement Jordan.” The familiar voice oozing with smug superiority sounded off through the misty forest. His body flinched, taking on a familiar combat stance as a figure stepped out of the shadows, hands resting on a tree while they looked upon him. ”Sounds like you’re really hitting rock bottom little buddy.” Their tone was mocking, silver eyes narrowed upon him like a predator would look upon an animal. Lips parted to reveal white teeth in an amused cheshire grin.

”Y...you.” Jordan sputtered, feeling terror more than anything else. Unlike him they did not have a collar, and in fact they looked the opposite of him.  He could feel the radiant power within them, strong enough to crush him as he took a few steps back until his back pressed against one of the trees. ”You can’t be here. That’s impossible.” The shorter male snapped, considering if he should run away. Perhaps if he ran through the trees then maybe he could make some headway, enough distance that Hyperion would be no threat.

”And yet here I am. Honestly you sound terrified, or perhaps just tired. I cannot tell which at the moment Jordan.” Before more could be said he took off in a run, his legs carrying him as fast as they could without ceasing. This was danger, something that he could not fight against. His lungs began to burn as he ran, faster and faster until he knew that he could not go any faster and the desire to fly overcame him. His mind willed his wings to form and disappointment metered out the painful reality. He could not fly, he would be ground bound for a little longer.

Eventually his legs would threaten to give out and yet Jordan could not let that happen, not when they were here of all places. ”Poor little Jordan. Without your powers, you’re nothing more than a little kid. You’re in the way more than anything else, but I suppose that's par for the course huh. The only thing you’re really good for is that healing thing anyway.” The words stung, despite their malicious intent being so painfully obvious. ”I do have to admit that was pretty cold how you just brushed off lover boy being alive still. I mean, you probably hurt his feelings. How heartless of you.” Haunting laughter ran within his ears, Jordan pressing a hand to each as if that would drown the sound out only to find out that nothing could stop it. The laughter was already within his head, bouncing around in a painfully mocking fashion that felt more like drills meeting within his skull.

At the very least it did make hims top running, instead pressing his hands to his ears to stop the sound in vain. ”Really, you’re just pathetic. All that tough talk earlier about being stronger than me but in the end you’re just as weak. When Silus isn’t here to save you, your true colors manage to shine through. You play at being good, but in the end you’re just like me. Just another monster, except you just can’t accept it.” His nails bit into the side of his head, stinging as warm fluid flowed down his cheeks bitterly. Despite how untrue he felt the words being spoken were, they hit home well enough. It was when tears welled up that the presence itself went away, leaving him alone. There had to be something that was causing all of this to happen, or maybe he was just beginning to go crazy. Regardless, exhaustion would overwhelm him once again as he collapsed to the ground. Consciousness would waver and yet it did not manage to leave him as he lay there, with eyelids that were flickering. His palms pressed against the ground, body trying so desperately to shut down and sleep, yet he did not want to. Muscles pushed against the ground but within a few seconds he fell face first against the dirt.
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Day 8
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Fitfully Jordan squirmed on the ground, hands pressed against his stomach as he was wracked with the nightmares once again. Sweat had begun to break over his face, drenching it to the point of discomfort as he lurched from sleep once again. The area around him had not changed, the same foggy forest looming over him as he looked around at it with a sort of tiredness. With a deep sigh he fell back, head striking against the ground as he looked up to the sky which seemed to show a rising sun's light shining across it. His clothes had become damp with sweat, sticking to his body much like a second skin as his mind seemed to reel from the sleep deprivation that was still running through him

”Not needing to eat really sounds good right now.” He muttered to himself, hands pressed against his stomach which rumbled angrily. Being hungry was not something that he really enjoyed but it did give him a newfound empathy for humans who always had to eat. Hyperion did not appear again that day, though maybe that was something to do with the fact that he had managed to actually sleep for once.
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Day 18
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Time still went on and on with a painful slowness, his eyes beginning to droop from the lack of sleep, and of course that meant someone came back. ”You just going to walk around? I mean if that’s what you wanna do not going to judge you but really. It’s so goddamn boring.” The male noted with a sigh, becoming more of a nuisance now than a threat. They hadn’t attempted to kill him, not even fight him but just walked after him talking as they did. ”I wonder of those guys are still alive. Maybe they’re being tortured or even just ripped apart. Damn shame really, that Matt guy was someone i’d like to f...”

”Could you just shut up?” Jordan snapped out loud, teeth grinding together as the headache stabbed through his skull. This lack of sleep was really getting on his nerves, and with Hyperion the hallucination or otherwise yammering in his ears, well this was getting more annoying. if they wanted to isolate him, this may have not been the best way to do so.

”Yeesh, getting angry now are we?” Hyperion noted with a chuckle, burying his hands into his pockets while walking alongside the shorter male with a smirk. ”I mean I know we’re thinking the same thing.”

”Really just shut up. I don’t want to hear you talk.”

”You know you’re really hard on yourself. I mean with no one around, i’m the only person you have really for the moment.”

”That is not very comforting.” Jordan muttered as he continued to walk, legs cramping but the pain itself was something that he had gotten used to by now. INstead of a jabbing pain it became nothing more than an annoyance within his muscles, one that faded once he gave it a small touch from his healing mist. If anything, minor pains were something that he was always able to rid of without too much effort.

”I wonder if there are cameras around here. I mean you’ve been walking forever but you’re not getting anywhere. I bet you’re just tripping and seeing all of this. Maybe i’m just a drug induced hallucination or maybe life is.” Hyperion began to speculate to himself before shrugging.

”If you are a hallucination, then I think that just speaks volumes about myself.” He grumbled to himself with a frown, fingers biting into his arms as he looked ahead, stopping suddenly. ”What the hell am I even doing?”

”Beats me. Maybe if we walk the way we came from, we could find a way out or something. I mean likely those goons never thought of that. It’s so stupid it should totally work.” Sadly that made sense within his sleep deprived mind and so he would walk backwards, or rather turn to walk back from where he had come from.
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Day 21