Harry pushed the key in to the lock, twisting his head at an awkward angle to unlock it. There was a loud clang as Harry's bindings loosened, their burdening weight slightly less noticeable. Harry dropped his hands downwards, the cuffs sliding off of his hands with ease. Harry lifted his hands in front of his face and flexed his fingers, smiling at the his freedom.
"We have an escapee! I repeat, Harry is no longer in his cell!" An unknown male voice bellowed from the speakers. He must've been been speaking through the intercom, Harry thought to himself. Harry's smile faded as he quickly jogged back in to the sight of the pod.
"Nevermind... he was just under the po- Wait... Where are your cuffs?" There was a slight panic in the man's voice, as he, nor anyone else, knew what Harry's power was. "We have a code 19F, prisoner has escaped their cuff-" Before the man could finish his sentence, harry had lifted up his fist and clenched. Suddenly, ass the word their escaped the man's mouth, he began to feel the most intense pain he ever felt.
The man began to crumple in to a ball, Harry causing every bone in his body to fold in on itself, turning the man in to a human soccer ball, killing him.
Now that Harry had killed one of the D. , he had to act fast, he had to escape the prison. Harry ran straight to the concrete which acted as a door, moving as fast as his legs could carry him, the sound of small rocks cracking under his feet. Once he reached the door, he stopped, and lifted his arms up, somewhat resembling Jesus on the cross. He was doing this as he was getting ready.
All of a sudden, Harry made his palms flat, and a small, red ball appeared in his hands. These balls began to grow in size, as it began to spread the liquid over his arms in a spiraling motion. It added a slight beauty to his orange, D.U.P supplied orange jumpsuit. He allowed this to charge, before slowly bring his hands together, forming a massive ball of... blood.
He brought his hands behind his back, holding the blood ball in place with both hands. Then, all of a sudden, Harry slammed his fists forward, the ball of blood slamming in to the concrete door. The concrete shattered like glass from the blow, some of the rubble landing on one of the guards that were about to breach the room, and attempt to take Harry's rights away from him once again.
Harry left through the smoking hole which he had created, and some of these guards got their first look at him. He had been under Augustine's watch, and only Augustine's. Because he didn't break. No matter how hard she tried to break him, he didn't. So he was hers.
Until now.
The guards got their first look at Harry. He had long, strawberry blonde hair, tied up in a pony tail. His skin was pale, and his eyes were filled with a look of pure determination. He was determined to break free.
"Sir, if you go back inside your cell, no further action will be taken. You will continue to live within this prison, as if nothing ever happ-" Fearfully mumbled one of the guards, before being cut off by Harry, who had finally had enough.
"Live? You call this cesspool of shit living? I can't even wipe my own ass, I have to be fed, I have to be given water, as if I am some sort of baby. this isn't living. This is a crime. I'm not the criminal, Augustine is. What she is doing to us Conduits... it's sick." Remarked Harry, an angered stare filling his eyes, the only emotion showing on his face.
"Sir, you have 5 seconds to enter your cell, otherwise, we shoot." Sheepishly answered a second D.U.P guard. There were 6 in the hallway with Harry.
Harry looked down either side of the hallway. The doors were labeled. One was labeled "Lobby", and one was labeled "Prisoner: Cell Block H". There was another door opposite him, past the D.U.P guards that had gotten to 3 on their countdown. Above the door was a label that read "Abigail Walker".