Chapter One: Not a Nursery School
(Multiple Man)
"Okay, I give up." He said as the last copy melted into him. He couldn't help but smile as handcuffs were slapped on his wrists.
'Oh, if they only knew what was heading towards Alcatraz.' He thought. He was shoved into a van, where he was told of his fate: a high security mutant prison.
"Good, because that mobile prison of yours didn't exactly pan out." he said. The comment earned him a broken nose.
'Why couldn't I just keep my mouth shut?' he wondered.
No one moved to help stop the blood gushing from his nose on the way to the prison. Why should they? Eventually, the bleeding stopped on its own, and Multiple Man was left to scrape and wipe dried and still moist blood off his face (which was more than he could say about his nervousness.) He tried to calm himself down, but only found himself panicking at every journey in his prison. He wasn't going to some fucking nursery-school prison. He was going to a hard core, maximum security mutant jail where you were treated like freaks, and the food was only tolerable after a week of self-induced starvation; a bitter refusal to eat the mush they served.
Once the van pulled into the back parking lot, Multiple Man felt his heart skip a beat, and his skin crawl. This place was nothing close to how he had imagined it. It was worse…so much worse.