Here's the 23rd story in my series. If you haven't read the other stories, then I advise you to not proceed until you do. This is a series. It runs in sequence. To understand certain things (especially where Jamie came from), it's best to just start at the beginning. This series is kind of like my very own NCIS season 4. As of this point, the series consists of: story 1 = A Link to the Past (comes in 3 parts)… story 2 = Wrong Place, Wrong Time… story 3 = Second Job… story 4 = Daughters… story 5 = A Personal Vendetta… story 6 = Bless the Children… story 7 = Eyes of the Condemned… story 8 = Disturbing Affection… story 9 = No Man Left Behind (story that introduces Chioke; aka Kid)… story 10 = Finger Swap… story 11 = Imperfect Heist… story 12 = The Color of Skin… story 13 = Death to the Jedi… story 14 = Brotherly Love… story 15 = For the Love of a Child… story 16 = Devil's Playground… story 17 = Forced Alliance… story 18 = Firing up the Screws… story 19 = Close to Home (story that introduces Julianna)… story 20 = Last Place on Earth… story 21 = The Two of Me… story 22 = Saw… story 23 = Rise of Apocalypse (current story). Hope you enjoy it.
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*Monday*
*Chapter 1*
Sometime after rush hour, a team of heavily armed FBI agents arrive at the Federal prison located in the D.C. area. Once inside the prison, they walk to solitary confinement where their prisoner waits to be transferred.
The massively-sized prisoner called, Apocalypse, sits alone in his heavily reinforced cell. He sits in a daze of staring at the wall, which he's been doing for hours.
"Walk up sleeping beauty." FBI Agent Ellison looks through the window of the door. He also pounds on the door. "Stand up and assume the position."
Apocalypse's head slowly turns to face the door. His long hair hangs over his cold eyes and expressionless face. The creepiness of the prisoner sends a shiver down the agent's spine.
"Get up and assume the position." Agent Ellison demanded. "Now!"
The prisoner stands up. He approaches the door. Agent Ellison opens a hole in the door by sliding a panel back. Apocalypse sticks his arm through the hole. The agents on the outside of the door remain very cautious as they secure his large arm within a specially-made contraption.
Once the contraption is in place and the prisoner's arm is secure, a nurse sticks a syringe into a bottle. She fills the syringe to a pre-determined level. The nurse approaches the prisoner's secured arm. The shear size of the arm in front of her is intimidating as it's unlike anything she's ever seen. She carefully sticks the needle into a vein and pushes the plunger.
Apocalypse slams on the door. The impact creates a startling loud noise that echoes through the corridors.
"Ah!" The nurse jumps, as do everyone else from the sudden, unexpected noise. She looks at the window to the door only to see the prisoner staring back at her. The cold eyes of Apocalypse send a shiver down her spine.
"Fun's over!" FBI Agent Johnson slams on the door.
"Finish up, Nurse Bennett." Agent Ellison said.
The nurse cautiously moves back to Apocalypse's secured arm where the syringe is hanging out of. She takes hold of the syringe and pushes the rest of the contents into the prisoner's arm.
They wait a couple minutes for the extremely strong sedative to take effect over the prisoner.
Apocalypse shakes his head slightly as his vision blurs a bit.
"Give him the next dose." Agent Ellison said.
The nurse sticks another syringe into the prisoner's secured arm. The second dose is only a strong sedative as two of the other runs the risk of killing him.
"Release his arm." Agent Ellison commanded.
They release Apocalypse's arm from the contraption. He retracts his arm back into the cell where he collapses to the floor within seconds.
Time passes.
Apocalypse sits against the side of the transport van. He's in shackles and sleeping from the sedatives he was given in the prison. Agent Ellison is sitting next to him while Agent Johnson is sitting on the other side of the van.
"What happened to his hand?" Agent Johnson asked of a grotesque sight of the prisoner's left hand.
"He used to be housed in the Last Place on Earth; the prison that was recently shutdown." Agent Ellison started. "During the last days, there was a prison riot. He and some other prisoner were in the kitchen fighting. Apoc's hand was on the stove and the prisoner turned it on. That's the result of burning flesh."
"It looks nasty."
Not too long after the brief hand conversation, Agent Johnson becomes worried. The worry is the product of a motion he thinks he caught a glimpse of but is unsure about.
"I think he's awake." Agent Johnson said.
"You worry too much, Johnson." Agent Ellison chuckled. "He was given two doses of a sedative. One of which was much stronger than the other. There's no way he's waking up before we arrive at his new home."
"What if he does?" Agent Johnson worried.
"Look…" Agent Ellison pounds his fist into Apocalypse's chest.
"Shit, don't do that!"
"If he was awake, do you think I would've gotten away with that? He didn't even lift his head. You know why… Cause he's out cold." Agent Ellison said. "Now stop worrying."
A minute passes. Apocalypse's left pinky finger moves slightly; though the agents cannot see it due to the angle at which they're positioned.
Suddenly, Apocalypse thrusts his right arm to the side with a considerable amount of force; breaking the shackles. He quickly grabs Agent Ellison by the jaw, digs his fingers in and rips it out. Blood gushes out from Agent Ellison's jawless head.
"Aaahh!" Agent Johnson yelled as he grabs his sidearm. He swings his arm forward to point the weapon.
Apocalypse quickly grabs Agent Johnson's wrist; preventing him from being able to point the gun. Every bone in the agent's wrist breaks as the prisoner squeezes it. With his free hand, the prisoner grabs the agent by the throat.
The fear in the agent's eyes is nothing more than a weakness to Apocalypse. It doesn't invigorate him or anything. He feels nothing from it. Killing isn't about the fear in the eyes of the victims. It's about destroying the weak. And fear is one of many weaknesses.
Apocalypse pulls his arm back. With a massive amount of force, he slams Agent Johnson against the side of the transport van. The massive force causes the van to tip over.
The side of the van impacts with the pavement of the street and slides against it at fifty miles per hour. The van slams into a couple parked cars and turns into the street where an SUV rams into it.
While the transport van is stationary on its side, a group of people approach to check if anybody is hurt. The doors to the back break off the hinges and project about twenty feet down the street. The crowd halts as they're frozen in shock at the massively-sized prisoner who emerges from the van. Within seconds, the eyes of the crowd focus behind the prisoner; at the bloody mess he left inside the van. Three people vomit while half of them run away screaming. One person dials 911.
Apocalypse disregards the crowd. He walks around to the front of the van.
Inside the driver's area, two FBI agents are bruised and bleeding from the impact with the vehicles. Apocalypse kicks the windshield in. He grabs one of the agents and pulls him out. The other agent reaches for his sidearm while lying inside the van. As the agent reaches for the weapon, Apocalypse places his foot into the vehicle and onto the agent's head. In one quick thrust downward, the agent's head bursts like a watermelon.
The final agent, the one Apocalypse pulled from the vehicle, slams against the van. The force of the impact due to the strength at which he was thrown causes internal bleeding. The agent remains leaning against the van in pain. The prisoner grabs the agent's right arm and places his foot against the agent's chest.
A woman screams as the prisoner rips the man's arm out. She watches in terror as the prisoner places his hands on either side of the man's head. The woman faints as the man's head is crushed.
After killing the last agent of the prisoner transfer, Apocalypse turns and walks away from the chaos of the area.
Police arrive at the scene not too long after Apocalypse's escape. One of the policemen sees a bulletproof vest on one of the dead bodies. The lettering across the vest reads; FBI. The policeman immediately contacts dispatch about the situation.