Maximum Security Housing
Jacob Donovan hated it here. Here he was, sitting in a dark cell with nothing to do, no books to read, no one to talk to, after his attempts to eliminate CJ and her family. That had only a month ago.
"Only the rest of my life to go," he thought. Whatever he did didn't matter anymore. Even when he taught those guys how to treat him.
(Flashback)
The inmates were allowed one hour outside. Some guys about Donovan's size came up to him.
"So you're the guy they've been looking for for more than thirty years. Not so much of a tough guy now, huh fellas?" the guy said, earning some laughter from his gang.
"Leave me alone," he responded, looking away.
"What are you gonna do, bracelet boy?" The guy said with more laughter, this time it spread to other prisoners across the yard. The bracelets on his wrists and ankles were made of Antisuperslanium, which disabled his powers, and they glowed purple, much to Donovan's embarrassment.
"I asked you to leave me alone," Donovan responded, finally looking at the other prisoners.
"And I asked you, What. Are. You going. To do about it?" the guy poked at Donovan with every word. Then, he shoved at him.
That was the last straw.
He grabbed the inmate by his neck, punched him a couple times, and threw him against the concrete wall of the prison. He then turned to the gang. They turned and ran.
"Anyone else want to mess with me?! Huh?!" Donovan screamed across the yard. The yard was silent.
"That's what I thought," he said to himself. He turned around to see about ten prison guards facing him. He sighed and turned around to let the officers cuff him.
"I hate my life," he thought bitterly as the cops roughly twisted his wrists into the cuffs.
(End flashback)
He learned later that he broke the guy's jaw, and beat him into a coma.
"Probably shouldn't of been that aggressive," he said aloud.
"To who?" A voice he recognized questioned. Donovan looked up. A man stood in the doorway.
Elijah Mier.
He was a scientist from the Superslanium Research Facility. Donovan knew because he ordered his troops to raid that same building once.
"Oh, just some inmate that got my way that I happened to beat into a coma. What are you doing here, Mier?"
"Mr. Mier to you, tough guy," Mier said, gesturing toward Donovan's torn off sleeves.
"The sleeves got smaller. Don't judge me. Now answer my question, Mr. Mier."
Mier sighed, and adjusted his glasses, "So demanding. That won't get you anywhere in here, Jacob. They sent me to make the lining thicker in your cell. We don't want you escaping for "vengeance" against the Jacksons and your brother's family."
"Precautions. Smart," Donovan said, "Maybe I could poke at the lining since there's nothing to do in this hellhole."
"Maybe. Go outside. A guard will escort you to the yard. Don't beat up anyone this time."
Donovan looked up to see the door still open. A guard peeked in and motioned him outside. He got up and walked out with the guard.
When he got back, Mier was done. Mier looked up from his work.
"Ah, now who's back! Mr. Jacob Donovan doing 50 to life!" Mier heckled cheerfully.
Donovan sighed, resisting the urge to strangle Mier.
"Are you done?"
"With insulting you or with the lining?"
"Both."
"With the lining, yeah I'm done. But insulting you, let's just say I always have some more up my sleeve," Mier answered, getting up to leave.
"Screw you, Mier. The next time you come, can you bring a book?" Donovan asked.
"Hmm, let me think about it. No. See you in the afterlife, Donovan," Mier said with a smirk. Then, he went to the door and left.
The guard watched him go. "Was he always that much of an ass?
"You have no idea. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some lining to poke at." Donovan said, walking over to the wall.
"Anything to keep you sane," The guard responded before walking off.
2 hours later, Donovan had finished poking, and started peeling back the lining. "One more row to peel, and then I'm going to rest." he thought. He started peeling the last row at the bottom. He came upon one hard spot. He tugged at it again, and the whole thing came off. The space in between the bricks held a small, thin, black object. He pulled it out.
A phone?
A old phone compared to today's standards. It was a Iphone 3.
He pressed the button, not expecting it to work. To his surprise, however, it did.
He looked at the battery reading, and it read 93%.
"Whoever had this cell didn't have the time to use this," he thought to himself.
He scrolled through, trying to find some games to play. He almost scrolled back before he saw something that caught his eye.
A detonator app.
He checked the spot where he pulled the phone, and found a piece of paper. It was handwritten and was obviously old. He was confused about who would leave a note like this. It wasn't Mier. He was too much of an ass to help him, and he had seen Mier's handwriting.
Here's what it said:
91709
Dear Reader,
Since the prison's maintenance is finished, I have written this note to help you escape. Below this note you'll find a phone, and on that phone you'll find an app marked DETONATOR. There are live explosives in the bricks around the prison and this door. I wish you luck in your escape.
Anonymous
Donovan's hands trembled uncontrollably. "I could get executed if I get caught again," he thought. Then, an evil smile crept across his face.
"But why should I miss my chance to have vengeance?" he thought again, going over to the phone.
His laugh started as a giggle, then to a normal guffaw, and finally, went to loud, hysterical cackling.
His cackling was so loud in fact, that a guard actually came by and unlocked his cell.
"Donovan, if you don't-"
The guard never finished his sentence.
Donovan pressed the button.
Boom!
The door flew off its hinges, hitting the guard behind the door and pinning him there.
"Time to escape this hell."
The alarm went off. Donovan looked both ways and saw two guards running toward him. He let the guards come close, grabbed both by the neck, and knocked their heads together. Donovan frisked them both, taking their weapons, which were a pistol, a riot shotgun, and an electric baton, before throwing them across the cell block. He held off some of the guards with the two guns, then he held the electric baton to his bracelets. The Antisuperslanium glowed, and finally exploded. He repeated the process for each one. When they were off, Donovan felt his powers come back. His tatoos glowed purple.
He electrocuted the keypad, and opened all the cell doors in the block. Inmates streamed out. He shot a couple, and threw some more across the room. Before the rest of the inmates could get to him, he teleported to the other side of the door leading out of the cell block.
"And now to save a little time."
He pressed the detonator button again.
Then come a muffled explosion, screams of agony, and smoke crept out from under the door.
Donovan kept walking to toward the processing room, throwing guards and injuring anyone he saw with the weapons he stole.
When he got to the processing room, he started checking each lockers for his stuff. Finally, he found the right one, and changed into his sleeveless leather jacket, mercenary pants, and combat boots.
"Looks like old Don's back in business."