Heroic Sociopath
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It was late at night at The Labyrinth. A black monolith jutting out of the sea, within its walls were held Outlaws, superpowered criminals. The walls were fortified, and cells were tailored to keep everyone in. But beyond that, security wasn't as heavy as one might think: There were few Adepts among the guards, and there was some tinker-made equipment, but not a lot. The structure stood in the middle of the Pacific ocean. Thousands of miles of sea surrounded the facility. Some of the Center's strongest mages had bound water demons to the sea surrounding it. They were contracted to devour any watercraft not associated with the center.
Inside of the Labyrinth, a single lift connected fifty floors worth of cells. Each one was tailored specifically to keep each prisoner within. Pyrokineticists, for example, were kept in what amounted to freezers. The cells of mages were warded against magic use, and tinkers like Frederic Yang were kept away from anything they could use. But every once in a while, they did something unpredictable.
"What the hell are you do-Oh my god you killed him." The guard said. Frederic Yang, or Doc Yang as he preferred to go by, specialized in surgery. The Center had ignored him while he stuck to healing...But then he branched out into body modification. The doctor took the Hippocratic Oath very seriously. He had never killed a single person, and had an uncanny ability to keep people alive long after they should have succumbed to death.
That was not a mercy.
The being that had once been Douglas Blunt stood. Dr. Yang had managed to fashion surgical implements from the few tools he had on hand. He had built a scalpel from a bit of metal, and unraveled the black-and-white striped uniforms the prisoner's wore for thread. Using these, Yang had created a twisted mockery of a human. The creature's mouth extended all the way to its ears, jagged pieces of metal serving as extra teeth. They hadn't been put in properly: They dug into the monster's gums. A long, thin metal rod extended from its scalp. A receiver for the remote Yang had built using a stolen television remote.
Yang himself was sitting cross legged on his bed. He calmly pressed a button, and the creature lunged at the guard. One of the hands had been removed, the bones and muscles used to turn the other one into a distended claw. The unfortunate guard who had opened the cell door was frozen with shock, and by the time he had composed himself, it was too late. The man's gun clattered to the floor, as a pair of jagged fingers stabbed him in the eyes, piercing them and reaching into his brain.
Yang grabbed the guard's gun, then patted Doug on the head. He heard the guards approach. He was done for. It was more or less been suicide, that much he had been aware of. He didn't want to live in the facility any more. All he cared about was taking as many guards as possible with him. It was an assault rifle the guard had. The tinker had some experience with them. He was just about ready to meet his fate when the lights in the facility went off.
And when they were on, the doors to the other cells had opened. The security measures were all off. He didn't know it, but something had docked with the Labyrinth. At the lowest level, a great submarine had found and entrance, and something worse than any of the inmates had entered the prison.
(( @SudoWooper @Flaze @Flannery @Meow Wow @Heartist @Argan @PyroPokeman @lovandra, better late than never, no? Feel free to describe the facility how you like. It's a huge prison, and many areas are specifically made to keep a given prisoner in. You're also welcome to have your character be in the process of causing trouble or trying to escape if you feel so inclined. Belongings of a character are usually kept in lockups around the facility, but most guards have keys.))
Inside of the Labyrinth, a single lift connected fifty floors worth of cells. Each one was tailored specifically to keep each prisoner within. Pyrokineticists, for example, were kept in what amounted to freezers. The cells of mages were warded against magic use, and tinkers like Frederic Yang were kept away from anything they could use. But every once in a while, they did something unpredictable.
"What the hell are you do-Oh my god you killed him." The guard said. Frederic Yang, or Doc Yang as he preferred to go by, specialized in surgery. The Center had ignored him while he stuck to healing...But then he branched out into body modification. The doctor took the Hippocratic Oath very seriously. He had never killed a single person, and had an uncanny ability to keep people alive long after they should have succumbed to death.
That was not a mercy.
The being that had once been Douglas Blunt stood. Dr. Yang had managed to fashion surgical implements from the few tools he had on hand. He had built a scalpel from a bit of metal, and unraveled the black-and-white striped uniforms the prisoner's wore for thread. Using these, Yang had created a twisted mockery of a human. The creature's mouth extended all the way to its ears, jagged pieces of metal serving as extra teeth. They hadn't been put in properly: They dug into the monster's gums. A long, thin metal rod extended from its scalp. A receiver for the remote Yang had built using a stolen television remote.
Yang himself was sitting cross legged on his bed. He calmly pressed a button, and the creature lunged at the guard. One of the hands had been removed, the bones and muscles used to turn the other one into a distended claw. The unfortunate guard who had opened the cell door was frozen with shock, and by the time he had composed himself, it was too late. The man's gun clattered to the floor, as a pair of jagged fingers stabbed him in the eyes, piercing them and reaching into his brain.
Yang grabbed the guard's gun, then patted Doug on the head. He heard the guards approach. He was done for. It was more or less been suicide, that much he had been aware of. He didn't want to live in the facility any more. All he cared about was taking as many guards as possible with him. It was an assault rifle the guard had. The tinker had some experience with them. He was just about ready to meet his fate when the lights in the facility went off.
And when they were on, the doors to the other cells had opened. The security measures were all off. He didn't know it, but something had docked with the Labyrinth. At the lowest level, a great submarine had found and entrance, and something worse than any of the inmates had entered the prison.
(( @SudoWooper @Flaze @Flannery @Meow Wow @Heartist @Argan @PyroPokeman @lovandra, better late than never, no? Feel free to describe the facility how you like. It's a huge prison, and many areas are specifically made to keep a given prisoner in. You're also welcome to have your character be in the process of causing trouble or trying to escape if you feel so inclined. Belongings of a character are usually kept in lockups around the facility, but most guards have keys.))