Before you start with the story I'd like you to read this important note.
If you are a true Creepypasta fan, then you would know that the fan base has multiple versions and re-imaginative universes. But after long thinking and careful planning, I come up with a straight and flat universe.
Every Creepypasta fan knows that there are two types of Creepypastas, The Masters, and The Proxies. But I made a third type, The Renegades.
The Renegades are those Proxies or victims who are not owned by the Masters. Instead, they wander around in the over realm and under realm searching for their killers for the motive of revenge, or just downright traitors.
But that's not all. I'm also hiding a few other surprises, but I can't tell you guys. You need to read the story and find out. However, keep this in mind 'It's all in the blood'.
I know that these notes are more of a buzzkill than a useful information. So if you have any questions no matter how stupid or complex, PM me or write it in the reviews.
One more thing. Some of these characters you might not know much about, here are some quick information in the following order.
Name - Hair color - Eye color - Clothes - Weapons/Powers - Extra.
First my OCs:
Miles: Blond - Left side is blue, Right side is black. The orbital muscles around his right socket are torn off and some blood oozes down on his cheek - Blue hoodie and light gray pants - Electricity - The blood vessels around his arms glow blue when he channels the electricity. He can also tell the person's emotional status by the beat of their hearts. He's also highly intelligent.
Spectra: Blue hair - Purple - White top, green leather jacket, and blue pants -Mostly ghost powers - Extremely pale.
Nicolai 'Shredder' Vanek: Black - Yellow - Black hoodie jacket, white top, and gray pants - Strong indestructible metal claws that can willingly grow from the tip of his fingers and years of combat training in the hands of the KGB and the Soviet army - He was a part of a military experiment that made him immortal. There is also a voice inside of his head that sometimes guides him, he refers it as 'The man with the yellow eyes'.
Jessica 'Justice' Ambrose: Silver - Brown - Brown hoodie jacket, white shirt, black pants, and gray scarf - Chains that are melted around her forearms that can willingly be stretched and hidden - Razor sharp teeth. She uses them as a weapon and to make the wicked relive their crime, but in the perspective of their victim and endure their pain and suffer.
Now the others:
Jeff the killer: Black - Blue but is seen as black - Black hoodie and blue pants - Knife - His skin is leathery and pale. His cheeks are cut off in the shape of a smile. Also, no eyelids and instead, black burned rings surrounding his socket.
Jane the killer: Black - Green - Black dress, white jacket, and black combat boots - Knife - Her skin is also leathery and pale. She covered her face with a white mask. The eye spots on her mask are covered in black.
Ben Drowned: Blond - Pitch black with a single red dot - Green clothes similer to Link - He can hack anything - Elvish ears.
Sally: Brown - Green - Pink top and pink pants- Unknown- Her body is covered with streams of blood. (Also, in the original story she was too young, so I decided to make her older).
Ticci Toby: Brown - Black - Grey sweatshirt with a blue hood, Black gloves, Black pants, yellow goggles and a black scarf with a picture of smiling teeth - Two hatchets - His body is completely numb and he can't feel pain. He also has uncontrollable twitches from time to time.
Clockwork: Brown - Left eye is green and the right one contains a small clock instead of an eye - White tank top, blue jacket, and black pants -Two pocket knives - Long stitches that go from the corner of her lips all the way to her ears
Eyeless Jack: Brown - No eyes just empty sockets with black liquid oozing down on his blue mask - Black hoodie, black pants, and black gloves- Scalpel - High intelligence on the human anatomy. He also eats kidneys.
All of the Proxies share some similarities, like super strength, enduring a large amount of pain, and an experience on hand-to-hand combats. Their ages are not officially conformed, so I like to put them between 21-23 (Except for Nikolai and Jessica), you do the rest of the math.
I hope you guys can catch up with all these information. And I also hope you guys understood and got everything. If I wasn't clear on anything, no matter how small, don't be shy to ask me.
Ride The Lightening (Part I)
The trip to Belle Reve prison was longer than Miles expected, but he was patient. Not the collar, the cuffs, or even the armed guards bothered him. Unlike Miles, however, the guards were anything but comfortable.
"What are you so smug about?" The guard who was sitting opposite him demanded.
Miles retained his smug smirk and politely replied, "Nothing sir. I'm just looking forward to be redeemed."
"You think that this is funny or something?"
Miles tamed his smirk and forced a straight look. "No, sir." This, of course, was a lie. The entire affair seemed to be providing him with endless amusement and the guard's discomfort only seemed to amuse him further. Despite this enjoyment, he knew it was best to just let these men retain their false sense of security. "I think this is all quite serious actually." For the rest of the trip, Miles decided to keep quiet and make no further conversations.
The van eventually stopped in front of the maximum security prison and Miles laughed on the inside knowing that he would soon be able to execute his perfect plan. The double metal doors of the van were opened and two guards greeted him with twin gun barrels.
"Move!"
He didn't feel the need to keep them waiting, after all, there was a party inside waiting for him. Taking a careful look at surroundings Miles found himself feeling almost nostalgic. Surrounding him were multiple armed guards, automatic machine guns, and snipers hiding either in the towers or behind the windows. All these defenses were in such places that he was easily able to identify their positions. He went through the familiar rigmarole of meeting the 'new' warden', getting the cursory warnings (threats), a quick trip inside the prison, and finally stepping inside his new temporary cell. It was small but it was better than being chained to an indestructible experiment table.
Well, almost indestructible.
He took a look around the small cell and found it highly limited, with only a bunk bed and a toilet.
"Riddle me this, riddle me that. I'm everywhere and yet nowhere, what am I?" A reedy voice addressed him from the top bunk. He looked up to see a skinny brown haired guy with a missing front tooth. "Give up?" He asked with a grin.
Miles silently chuckled. Why not? After all, it was the first time he had actually had a cellmate. "Nothing."
"Very Good!" The guy gave him a slow clap and jumped down from his bunk. "Let's try something harder, shall we? I'm teary eyed but never cry. Silver-tongued, but never lie. Double winged, but never fly. Air cooled, but never dry."
"Mercury."
The guy laughed from amusement and admitted, "I never met someone who would be willing to answer my riddles. But you, you did!" Admiration was clear in his words. "Name's Edward Nygma, The Riddler. But you already knew that." Riddler offered his hand and Miles shook it.
"Miles. But I wouldn't get too attached to me, it won't be long before I leave." He told The Riddler.
The last part took Edward by surprise. "You're crazy! You just arrived and you're already planning on escaping? Nobody ever escaped Belle Reve prison... Well, other than me, I suppose." The Riddler once again laughed.
"Then allow me to be the second." Miles confidently accepted the unspoken challenge.
Riddler patted him on the shoulder. "Buddy, I wish you the best luck. Now tell me, what's black when you get it, red when you use it, and white when you're all through with it?"
Miles walked around the prison, insistent on finding the missing pieces of his jigsaw puzzle before they found him. He passed cons left and right, each one giving him a death glare, each one only succeeding in amusing him.
He was walking past just another nondescript hallway when suddenly, he halted because he had finally found what he was looking for. Taking a step to the right, he entered one of the dark and narrow hallways. Once he was deep enough into the shadows, he stopped.
"Well, well, it seems that we have a new fish in the pond." The voice addressed him in a raspy and dark tone that hinted at the corners of a smirk.
A smile claimed Miles' mouth as he replied, "It has been a while since last we spoke my friend."
"Don't think I'll go all soft on you just because you're using fancy words." The dark figure finally stepped out of the shadows and stood before him at last.
"It's good to see you too Toby." They locked hands and hugged it out. "I see you, but what about the others?"
"They've been waiting for you in the cafeteria ever since that stunt you pulled was broadcast on the TV for us to see. And can I just say that a bank robbery was kind of lame, don't you agree?" Asked Toby as they started walking towards the cafeteria.
"What can I say, it was a short notice kind of thing."
They arrived at the cafeteria and moved along with the other inmates. They got food and Toby led the way to the table. They sat down and Miles was met with many familiar faces. Some were glad while others weren't so eager.
"Guys." He nodded to them. His responses consisted a few nods back but mostly glares.
"Look who finally decided to show up," Jeff announced in a sharp and unsettling tone.
"Jeff come on don't be so harsh." Toby started.
"Not so fast." Jeff quickly cut him off and stared at Miles, belligerence in his voice. "Show us," he demanded as he crossed his arms.
"Are we really going to go through this?" Toby interrupted once again."This is Miles we're talking about."
"It's okay Toby. Jeff happens to be right, you can never be too careful." He gave Jeff a crooked grin and received a nod in return. Grabbing the cuff of his sleeve, Miles shoved it all the way up to the elbow. Once his arm was exposed he showed Jeff his mark. The backside of his arm had a scar, but it wasn't just any ordinary scar. It was a deep scar with the distinct appearance of a circle with a long 'X' positioned in the middle of it "Do you need more proof?"
Jeff sighed in relief and tried to straighten things out. "No, that will be fine."
"It's alright, I get it," Miles assured him as he once again hid the scar. "You're nervous. We're all nervous."
"Whatever." Jeff just scoffed and looked away.
"Can we skip the teary-eyed reunion and cut to the chase, specifically the fact of why we're here?" Eyeless Jack spoke as if for everyone and to his surprise they nodded in agreement.
Miles looked around the table and received the same intent look from everyone. He cleared his throat and began explaining the situation "One word... Trust." they all gave him a raised eyebrow and Jeff tacked on an eye roll for good measure. "Just because we come from the same mansion and have the same master doesn't mean that we all trust each other." They were still unsatisfied with his answers. "I had to put you all in a trust test... Well, not all of you."
"Miles, start explaining." Ben made it sound more like a threat than merely a demand.
"Some of you have doubts towards each other while others are bonded like siblings. Like Me and Toby, Jessica and Nikolai... Or Jeff and Ben."
Jeff almost jumped from his place as he venomously hissed,"Hey! That happened once and I was drunk."
"Sure, you were." Jack let out a small laugh as did the others proxies, although he also added an expressive eye roll into the mix, partly just enjoying the novelty of being able to do it. Never thought I would miss having eyes. Jack thought.
Jeff and Ben angrily glared at the conversation in general as the others laughed at their clear discomfort.
"Alright, everyone just calm down." Miles, who was also guilty of poking fun at the two proxies, tried to control the situation. "Let not get off the topic."
Slowly, everyone calmed down and became much more serious.
"And what, exactly, is this topic?" Ben asked, still fuming from the earlier mockery.
It was at this moment that Miles felt a heavy weight, forming inside of his chest. He swallowed hard and silently inhaled. "I need your help guys, all of you."
"For what?"
"I needed you all here so you could team up and help me," Miles stated once more, the fear still bubbling near the surface. This wasn't going to go over well...
Everything suddenly became dead silent.
"What was that?" Jeff's voice displayed the anger that was boiling from within him. "You're telling me, that you wanted us inside of this box for an entire month just so you could walk in and tell us to team up?" He was about to snap but reclaimed control and acted otherwise. "Yeah, I'm done with this shit."
Before he could even get up Miles quickly stopped him. "What if I told you that your brother was involved in this?" Miles didn't want to bring up such a heavy subject, but he was willing to do whatever necessary to execute his plans. After all, it was for the greater good.
Jeff suddenly sat taught as something inside him snapped. "What did you just say?" he quietly hissed. Miles did not have the rights to mention his brother, no one did. Jeff was not going to stand for this.
"I can feel your heart racing from rage, so I suggest you calm down before things get ugly." Miles warned him. "I didn't want to mention such a thing and for that, I apologize, but you left me no choice." As the apology passed his lips Miles knew he had him.
Everyone just watched with suspense eager to see the outcome. Eventually, Jeff calmed down and listened.
Miles nodded in understanding. "I don't know why, but Liu is somehow involved with this whole mess. With the base, the general, the…"
"What base?" Nikolai, who has been quietly sitting at his end of the table, suddenly cut in.
Miles looked over Nikolai and saw the interest on the former assassin's face. "I don't know. It's this base that I came across with which controlled by this lunatic general who's somehow managed to capture SCPs."
Nikolai deeply thought about it for a few moments. "Name?"
"Uh... Harvey Daniels, I believe his name was."
"Nyet, Daniels was murdered by me many years ago." He argued in his thick Russian accent. Tone slowly dropping to chuckles he continued, "Which means that good old Cyrus Cassidy is back."
Just from the laughter coming from the Russian's mouth, the others could tell that Miles was serious, but they still had doubts.
"Let's say that we help you, what guarantees do we have?" Jack asked.
"I'm happy you asked!" Miles slowly moved his hand towards the sharp plastic knife that lay on the table before him. "You see, I've done so much research while you were in the prison. I've gathered vast quantities of detailed information, I've planned carefully, prepared flawlessly... And conducted lots of experiments."
He grabbed the knife and moved it towards him. "For each mission, there are multiple plans, for every plan, there is a backup plan, for each backup plan there is a failsafe, for each failsafe, there is a last resort, and they all end up with the same results." Wielding the pointy tip of the knife he pressed it into his arm. "The average human has approximately five liters of blood. At the end of my homework, I ended up using nearly twenty. So, I would say that you have a fair chance of survival."
He started dragging the blade through his flesh, all the way towards his elbow creating a long wide cut. "I've discovered that even though there isn't an under realm in this universe our chances of survival is still really high. As long as your brain is functioning, your heart is beating, and your spinal cord is attached to your skull, you'll live through any kind of injury and damage no matter how deep and dangerous. Though I'm not sure if you'll be needing it, Nikolai." He added and Nikolai nodded to him. At last, Miles took the knife out and dug into his deep wound with his other hand. Seconds after beginning the grizzly search, he took out what appeared to be a cell phone. The edges of his wound slowly started reattaching and fussing with each other making the cut a thing of the past. Miles then slid the phone towards Ben who had no idea of what to do with the blood stained artifact.
"What am I supposed to do with this?" He wondered as he wiped off the screen and examined the phone.
"Play candy crush. What the hell do you think you're supposed to do with it?" Miles annoyingly replied.
Ben groaned in irritation and looked at him. "How about filling us in on this genius plan of yours or is that too much to ask?"
Miles clumsily slapped his forehead and chuckled. "Of course, my mistake. I'm sure that you're all just dying to get out of this rat hole and find out about what I've stored. Well, wait no longer because we're busting out tonight!" he could see the grins and smirks forming on their lips as if Halloween had come early. "But to do that I need you all to follow my exact instructions." Their smiles slowly morphed back into frowns. "I can't do it unless you're all on board with me." he almost made it sound like a plea.
The proxies looked at each other and thought about it very carefully. Miles quietly counted the seconds and gave them as much time as they needed.
Ultimately, Toby was the first to respond. "You don't have to ask me, I'm in."
They all brought their attention to Toby and fixed him with dubious looks.
"Don't you think that you need to take more time to think about it?" Jack wondered and the other proxies nodded.
"I don't need to." He said simply. "Miles is my friend, if he needs help then he can count on me, just as I know that he'd watch my back if the situations were reversed."He shook everyone with his call and made them rethink their own decisions.
Nikolai nodded in understanding and spoke next. "What you pulled off must've taken a lot of guts, you can count on me, I'm in."
"So am I." Jack agreed as well.
Miles gave all of them a gratitude smile and looked over the last remaining two.
Jeff was still uncertain while Ben was ready to give away his answer. "If everyone is in then so am I".
And this left only Jeff.
Jeff looked at his friends who were anxiously staring at him. He finally sighed and rolled his wide eyes. "Fine, whatever."
Miles lowered his head and sighed in relief. This had to have been one of the most tenuous moments in his life. He took a deep breath and raised his head. "Okay, here's the plan..." he began. "First of all, Ben I need you to hack these collars and set us free. Can you do that?"
Ben proudly scoffed and waved his hand. "That's it? I thought it would be much more challenging than that." he shook the idea as if it was nothing. At a look from Miles, he asked, "What, do think that this collar is active?" He pointed at his collar. "It's been deactivated the second it was sealed."
The others quickly gave him death glares which Ben didn't even notice it at first.
"And you didn't plan to share this information because..." Jack heatedly demanded.
"Well, none of you asked so I thought you were okay with it." He simply shrugged.
Before the situation got out of hand Miles stepped in. "Alright, we can discuss this later. Right now we need to focus. Can we do that please?" He received a few grumbles as an answer but they agreed. Miles nodded in acknowledgment and went on. "Right, so, I need you to disable the collars using that phone."
"Wouldn't it be easier to disable them directly?" Ben wondered as he let the digit codes, travel from his fingers and into the phone.
Nikolai quickly figured out his plan and replied with a chuckle "Smart. Use a divergent to execute a goal and leave no traces."
Miles smiled at the compliment and responded, "Like I said, I did my homework."
"Done," Ben informed the team not seconds later.
"Finally! I can take these off." Just before Jeff was about to touch his collar, Miles stopped him.
"Not yet!" Which made Jeff groan in exasperation. "There is one more thing." he pointed to the other side of the cafeteria, which made the others scratch their heads.
"The Wall?" Toby wondered aloud.
"No, the female wing," Miles answered with an annoyed eye roll.
"Dude, we don't need chicks doing our work. They'd probably slow us down and whine about broken fingernails or too much heat applying to their hair, or some shit like that." Jeff scoffed with pure annoyance and hatred.
"First of all, that's sexist. Second, I'm not leading a sausage fest. Third, all of my plans include help from the girls." Miles level voice held reason that couldn't be ignored.
"Plus, we all know why you wouldn't want to work with the girls." Ben nudged Jeff in the shoulder multiple times with a smirk. "It's because you don't want us to see you making out with your girlfriend Jane." He burst out laughing at his own words and the rest just snickered softly.
And the last word broke the camel's back. He quickly shot his hand out and grabbed Ben by the throat, causing his laughter to turn into choked sounds. He tried to set himself free, but Jeff used his other hand and grabbed him by the back of his neck, pinning him against the metal table. The snickers quickly died as the gang watched Jeff lean closer to Ben's neck and whisper. "Don't let me ever hear you say those words again. The bitch means nothing to me."
"Then you wouldn't have any problem working with her." Nikolai calmly grabbed Jeff's attention. This wasn't the first time he had to calm one of his comrades down after a heated conversation.
Jeff silently gritted his teeth and slowly let Ben go. Ben raised his head and rubbed the back of his neck to ease the pain. They refused to look at each other and instead they quietly turned to Miles.
"Since I know that there's no chance of executing the escape in peace, I'm going to explain it as quickly as I can before someone you all try to kill one another again," Miles said. "The girls have no idea about my arrival so we need to inform them somehow".
"And how do we do that?" Toby asked, inflicting heavy skepticism into his words.
"Well, we could send them a message using the blood." He suggested.
"Or..."
"Or we could cause a classic prison riot." Once again a devilish smirk grew on his lips and Miles could just feel their hearts speed up at the prospect.
"Now you're speaking my language!" Jeff laughed manically.
"Not only it would help with the stretch, but we would also have a little fun." Jack cracked his neck left and right.
"Why be so greedy?" Toby looked at his friends. "Let's invite everyone."
Miles smiled and laughed on the inside. If there is one thing they all could agree on, it would be causing as much chaos and carnage as possible. "Ben if you would do the honors?" He inquired.
Ben nodded and hacked the system once again. It took much more effort than the last time, but he managed to hack every collar in the entire Belle Reve prison and disable them under a minute. "Done," he announced with a lazy and satisfied grin.
"Excellent. At my signal, you may unleash hell." Miles informed them.
"You did not just say that..." Nikolai groaned in disappointment.
"Well deal with it! You're going to be hearing a lot of it." Miles angrily scoffed. He got up from his seat and grabbed his food plate. "Oh, and one more thing. Try not to show off. After all, we still have to meet our friends on the other side now don't we?" And with that, he walked away. He walked past the tables and the cons until he got near one of the guards.
"Excuse me, boss. But can I ask what's the deal with this loaf?" Miles asked as he pointed at his food.
The guard turned his head and rudely addressed him. "Get the hell out of my face!"
"Yeah, yeah, in a minute. I'm just wondering with all the money that is spent on the security, you'd think that they would provide for some better food service." Miles went on as he began to eat at the guard's patience. His friends delightfully watched him from afar with their hunger for mayhem growing more and more.
"If you don't step away from this instance I'm going to bash your face in!" The guard held a grip of his nightstick and took out the collar controller from out of his pocket. "Step away NOW!"
However, Miles didn't move and kept pushing his buttons. "But imagine if you were in my place and had to eat this... Thing."
"That's it!" He quickly drew out his nightstick and knocked the plate out of Miles' hands.
"Well, that wasn't very nice," Miles commented as he looked at the spilled food. He turned his head back to the guard who was holding the controller, threatening him with electric shocks if he didn't obey. Miles narrowed his eyes and silently looked at him, "Go ahead, make my day."
The guard gritted his teeth and pressed the button expecting an electric shock, only to receive none. With a questioning look he pressed the button once again, but with the same results. He looked at Miles with wide eyes but kept on pressing the button.
"Problems?" Miles asked in a sadistic whisper.
Fear rushed into the man's bloodstream and Miles gloried in those sharp panicked heart beats. He took a step forward, but the guard pointed his stick at him to warn against any further movement.
With a smirk, Miles grabbed the top of the stick and drew the guard closer to him. "Don't look so puked out, better luck next time fool." And with that, he quickly kneed him in the stomach. The guard fell to his knees in agony and let out a loud grunt. Miles finished the job by smacking the stick right across his jaw and knocking him out cold.
Every prisoner was suddenly caught up in the free act of brutality. They looked to one and another and just started noticing the disabled collars. The rest quickly caught on and began ripping the collars of their necks. The guards quickly drew out their weapons and aimed at the prisoners. "Get on the floor and don't do anything stupid."
Of course, the prisoners disobeyed them and charged at the defenseless guards. They were easily outnumbered but went on and opened fire. Unfortunately, most of the bullets were either missed or deflected by the hard skin of the meta-humans. They were easily overruled and beaten.
However, one of the guards managed to get on his radio. "Initiate lockdown." He choked out and took his last breaths.
Soon, the alarm went off and the whole building began to flash in red. The exits and doors began to seal with three massive iron doors falling into place, one after another. The prisoner rushed out to the other room, but only a few made it out. Out of rage, they began smashing and bashing against the tons of steel, but they only succeeded in causing minimal damage.
Miles casually walked past the prisoners and towards his friends who were still seated and haven't moved an inch. He took his seat and whistled in excitement. "That sure was something. Now, all we have to do is open a passageway." He called and relaxed to the sound of the metal doors being bashed through.
"Uh... Miles. Don't you think that I should... you know, open the doors?" Ben wondered as he pointed at the blocked exit.
"Give them five more minutes."
Female wing
"Ugh! I can't believe I'm forced to eat this... Thing. I wouldn't feed this to Smile, let alone eat it myself." the raven haired girl known as Jane complained as she lightly slammed the plate down onto the table.
Surrounding the table were her girl friends from the mansion. They were annoyed not only by the fact that they were in prison, but also by the fact that they had been stuck in a prison filled with meta-humans for an entire month.
Clockwork, the brunette girl simply rolled her eyes and annoyingly replied, "Nobody is holding you at gunpoint Jane. If you don't want to eat it, then don't."
Jane glared at Clockwork. "That's not the case here, alright. I'm just saying that this was a huge mistake," she replied and forced herself to eat a spoonful of the loaf.
Jessica scoffed out of bitterness and unloaded her problems on those seated at the table. "Let me tell you what was a huge mistake, this whole idea. I'm a seeker of justice and can sense the wicked from a mile. You know how hard it is to sleep every night without losing myself." she glared around the table, eye twitching slightly.
"And that's not all, a few days ago I was transported to another cell with princess ice 'If I don't get my eight hours of sleep, I'm a real killer.'" she easily mimicked Killer Frost's voice since she had been forced to listen to her talk for hours while fighting the urges to kill her. She lowered her head and let out the hot air and went on but with a slower and calmer tone "I survived world war II. I inked my own body so I could fool the Nazi into thinking I was one of them, the very people who murdered my family. I demolished more concentration camps than I could count. And I still swore to rain down justice on the corrupted as long as I can. And here I am sitting inside of a prison with hundreds of sinful people and I can't do jackshit!" she covered her face with one hand tried her best to ignore her desires.
Clockwork felt sorry for her friend and placed her hand on her shoulder "It's alright. We're all sometimes forced to do things we don't want or like to do."
"Yeah, like how you were 'forced' to stay in a relationship with Toby for months." Spectra sarcastically added while making air quotes with her fingers.
Clockwork quickly removed her hand from Jessica's shoulder and angrily pointed to address Spectra. "Hey! I apologized for that, like... A hundred times!"
"And it only took you a month in prison." Spectra went on and gave her a disappointed look. "Plus, it's not me who you should be apologizing to..."
Jane slowly raised her head from her disgusting plate and watched the heated conversation between the two female proxies. Even Jessica suddenly forgot all about her bitterness and watched with interest in the rising tension.
Clockwork gritted her teeth and quickly tried to find a comeback "You of all the people should know better. It's because of your boyfriend that we're in this mess".
Spectra was quickly offended and automatically shot back, "First of all, he's not my boyfriend," She hated when people just assumed without any actual proof. "Second, would you've rather stayed alone in the street without having any plan or idea of what to do or expect?"
Ouch! And she counters with a hard one Jane devilishly smiled and looked over Clockwork Could this be the end of this short feud?
"W-well..." she tried to counter back, but apparently she'd run out of retorts. "Whatever." All she could do was scoff and admit her defeat.
The winner, and still the heavyweight champion of trash talk is Spectra! She gave away a slow, sarcastic clap admiration "And here I thought you two would jump at each other's throats and fight to the death".
"Shut up Jane." Clockwork grumbled while averting her gaze and refusing to look at them.
Jane let out a small giggle and so did Jessica. Spectra, on the other hand, rolled her eyes and groaned in annoyance. Deciding to act like a mature woman, she stepped in first. "Hey, come on, don't be like that. You know that I meant no harm or anything personal."
"Ooh! Is Spectra looking for another match?" Jane rubbed her hands with a growing smirk.
"Jane not now." Spectra warned, but Jane obviously wasn't listening. "I'm sorry if I hurt you, alright."
"You shouldn't have brought him up." Clockwork replied, but in a calmer tone this time.
"I don't know what she's wrong about. After all, you're the one who dumped him." Jane commented.
"Jane!" Spectra shot her a death glare, which she shrugged it off.
"I'm just saying…"
Jessica, who was sitting beside Jane elbowed her and made sure that she stayed quiet.
"Well, keep your mouth shut." this time it was Clockwork who stepped in.
Spectra was glad to see Clockwork stepped out of her sour mood. If there's one thing... Or one of the things they all agree on it's a common enemy. After all, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. "So, can we pretend that this conversation never happened?" she pleaded, wanting everything to return to their usual workings.
"Only if Jane would keep her mouth shut!" she stated while keeping her acid green eye fixed on Jane.
"Way to gang up on me," Jane said between her mumbles.
"Then it's settled!" Spectra smiled and reached out her hand.
Clockwork stretched out her own hand, they shook on it.
"Referee, ring the bell because we have a draw!" Jane finally announced with a slight disappointment at the anticlimactic ending.
"You clearly don't know how wrestling work." Jessica pointed out.
Jane simply shrugged without caring or showing any interest in the subject. "If Jeff keeps dragging me to watch them, I'm bound to pick up something eventually."
Suddenly, without any warnings, the entire room started flashing red as the blare of the alarms coated everyone's ears with the sound of the alarm. Following that, the giant metallic doors as began to drop down and seal every possible exit. The female guards cocked their guns and ordered everyone to lay on the ground.
"Okay, this is not the type of bell that I was intending for," Jane said, using her sarcasm to mask her confusion while she tried to figure out the situation.
They slowly got off their seat and dropped to their to their knees. As they were about to lay on the ground Jane noticed something odd.
"Hey, is it just me or are these collars supposed to flash red or something?" she pointed out.
"Jane, not now," Jessica said.
"No, I mean it!" Jane's voice commanded the former fake Nazi's attention at last.
Jessica raised an eyebrow looked at the other girl's collar. Even though the atmosphere was camouflaging the color, she managed to get a glimpse and found that it was indeed off. She then looked at the other inmates and was sure by now that they were all deactivated. She also noticed that none of the other inmates had noticed the disable collars. Putting a quick grin on her face, she immediately realized that this was it.
Raising her arms behind her back, she searched the table. It didn't take long for her fingers to come in contact with the knife. She grabbed it and looked at her friends. "Which one of you two is better at throwing knives?" She asked Jane and Clockwork.
Not looking for another fight, Jane rolled her eyes and pointed at Clockwork. Even though her conscious told her the other way.
Nodding, Jessica handed Clockwork the knife and informed all of them "Try hitting the pale blue haired dyke over there," she pointed towards Killer Frost, who was baring her teeth at the two guards who were holding two barrels at her face. "Because once that happens, shit hits the fan. Now, there are two ways through to the male wing, the gym, and the laundry."
"Whoa, Whoa!" Jane suddenly cut in. "Who died and made you the captain?" obviously she wasn't happy with taking orders from Jessica, especially after she had stabbed Jane in the back.
"Do you have a better plan? Because if you do, I'm all ears." Condescending tones dripped from Jessica's mouth.
Jane opened her mouth, but quickly closed it as she realized she did not, in fact, have a better plan.
"Thought so." Now that that was out of the way Jessica looked back at the group and went on giving orders. "Now there also might be a third option but to do that you need to follow my instructions".
The girls looked at each other with raised eyebrows. After reading each other's facial expressions and guessing if it was a good idea or not, they broke their stares and nodded for Jessica to continue.
Jessica nodded back and began giving them very specific instructions. "You all got that?"
"You sure know a lot about the prison." Spectra complemented her in awe.
Instead of thanking her, Jessica rudely scoffed and pointedly remarked, "Since I figured that none of you would do your jobs like you were told to, I took upon myself to do them for you. Oh, and you're welcome."
Suddenly a cry of rage interrupted their discussion and focus, it even interrupted Jane from delivering a scathing comeback. They looked for the source of the voice and found Killer Frost grabbing one of the guards by the throat while the other lay unconscious on the ground. She seemed out of control and it didn't please Jessica, plus it gave her an excuse to finally unload on her.
"Okay, so apparently we lost the element of surprise," she informed the girls as they stood up once again. "But that still doesn't change a thing". She cracked the bones of her hands and took a step forward "The plan is on so I suggest you all start moving" and with that, she dashed towards Killer Frost leaving the trio behind.
"So who's accompanying me?" Spectra acquired from the two.
Jane quickly glared at Clockwork and she glared back. Both of their intentions were about staying behind and fighting for their urges.
"Rock. Paper. Scissor?" Jane suggested with a raised eyebrow, and Clockwork nodded.
They both placed their fists on their hands and prepared to draw. Spectra, on the other hand, rolled her eye and silently groaned.
Three fists down and one choice.
"Rock beats scissors" Clockwork smirked at her victory.
Shit, Jane thought and tried to think her way out of this. "Best two out of three?" she hoped with a cheap smile.
"I don't think so" Spectra grabbed her by the arm and dragged her along with her.
Clockwork watched them walk into one of the walls from the far side of the room and made sure that no one was watching, and thankfully her job was easy since everyone was busy rioting to notice the two. It didn't take long for Spectra to secretly use her ghost powers and walk through the wall. But the real trick was dragging Jane with her, not because she was independent and refused help sometimes, but because Spectra never really tried to take someone with her while walking pass an object. Thankfully, she managed to get the job done.
Clockwork sighed in relief and focused her attention on keeping Jessica from losing control, and there isn't any harm in having a little fun, now is there.
Jessica was able to get to Killer Frost before she snapped the guard's neck, or worse. She delivered a punch to her face and made her lose her grip.
The guard managed to flee, but Frost was too happy. She gave a death glare to whoever was dumb enough to cross her, but only laughed when she saw her opponent "Oh, look who came crawling back" she didn't know how much trouble she was getting herself in. "So how you want this, the slow and painful way…" she formed an ice aurora around her hand "Or my way?"
Jessica only straightened herself up and cracked her neck "I've put up with you for too long, but now the chains are off." she couldn't believe what she just said. Nice going, Jessica. A few more bad puns and you'll be joining Miles.
"So you do talk!" Frost mocked her and tried to punch her back. The frost around her hand would surely have knocked Jessica out cold if she had realized who she was dealing with.
Jessica bent her knees and back before her fist came close to her face. She managed to dodge the hit but didn't stop there. She grabbed Frost by the arm and pulled her closer only to give her a powerful punch to the stomach. Killer Frost let out a loud grunt as she felt every fiber of her abdomen screaming from out of pain. She dropped to her knees and used a slightly loose hand to cover her stomach. Jessica let go of her arm and watched the meta-human wheeze in pain, but it still didn't satisfy her. She was Justice, the proxy who punished the wicked no matter what.
She dropped on one knee and raised Frost's head with her finger. Jessica looked into her barely opened eyes and delivered her line in a cold raspy tone that chilled even this icy monster to the bone. "Your soul is stained with the blood of the innocent. Let see, how would you like to feel what they felt?" Without giving her a chance to think Jessica dug into Killer Frost's shoulder with her sharp teeth. The teeth were inhuman and similar to the teeth of a jaw. They were easily powerful enough to be able to pierce through Frost's cold and icy skin.
Suddenly, Killer Frost experienced a completely different type of pain. It was enough that the razor teeth cutting through her skin, but there was also something else, something psychological. She suddenly felt as if her flesh was going into a state of deep freeze, which was impossible. As the frigid cold rushed through her, she began hearing screams of pain and horror that she easily recognized as her past victims. She tried to cover her ears, but her body didn't respond. For the first time, she felt something she never thought she would ever feel again: Intense fear and overwhelming regret.
It couldn't have been more than a half minute that Jessica spent punishing her, but for Frost, it felt like several eternities. Once aware that she had received enough, Jessica opened up her mouth and let her body drop down. She wiped the thin stream of cold blood from her mouth and spoke to her latest victim "Try to cool down okay".
"Jessica!"
She suddenly heard a cry of panic behind her and turned to see a shocked Clockwork. She suddenly felt ashamed of what she has done. It was after her words when she said that they should control her urges and powers until the roundup everyone. But most importantly the single rule of not killing was suddenly broken.
"It's okay. If I wanted her to kill herself, she would be dead a long time ago. I only gave her a small dose so she could feel her victim's pain," she was panicking and was trying her best to talk to her without having a breakdown.
Clockwork now seemed rather confused than shocked "What? No. I meant what was up with that bad pun?"
Jessica suddenly stopped talking and hoped that she could jump on her. "Shut up! Okay. It sounded better in my head."
"Seriously a few more bad puns and you'll be joining Miles."
Jane and Spectra were now in the cell hallway, desperately trying to find the cell Jessica told them about. The plan was finding the cell that connects the female and the male wing. Though they could've used any cell and have the same results, but they would've been spotted by the cameras. Jessica managed to find a blind spot that would grant them a safe passage, and the only thing that was remaining was finding it. They had been wandering along the long hallway with cell doors to the left and right for so long that it was starting to hurt their eyes from seeing the same thing over and over.
"Ugh! We'll never find it" Jane suddenly whined from out of frustration.
"Not with that attitude we won't" Spectra on the other hand, was more focused than Jane, but she would be lying if she said that she wasn't also a little down on the spirit side of things.
After walking some more Jane suddenly got an idea to pass the time "So why the all sudden determination?"
This wasn't the first time Spectra heard that tone of voice and she knew exactly what she was getting herself into, but she did try to outrun her "To get out of here of course".
"Really?" she raised a hungry eyebrow "So it has nothing to do with getting back to Miles".
Spectra didn't even flinch since she knew Jane very well and a question like that was very predictable "Maybe it does, Maybe it doesn't"
"So you do admit that you like him." her hunger for gossip only grew.
Spectra fished for a good comeback and came up with, "The day I admit I have feelings for Miles is the day you admit you like Jeff" and surprisingly with those words, she managed to turn the tables on her friend.
Those words hit Jane like a brick to the head "W-what are you talking about, I don't like Jeff. If anything I despise him" she stuttered.
Sure you do With a smirk she decided it was her turn to have some fun. "Whatever you say. After all, you only always hang out with him and share a lot of common interests." She couldn't help herself to let out a couple of girlish giggles.
A light blush covered Jane's face and she was about to respond when a sudden command interrupted her. "FREEZE!" The girls turned around to see a single guard not far away from them aiming her gun at them. She didn't seem to be scared like the girls hoped for, but they could easily fix that. "Now!" the guard ordered once again and waved her gun.
"Hold that thought and keep on moving, " Spectra told her and charged towards the guard.
She opened fire at Spectra but instead of letting the bullets fly through her, she chose to dodge them.
Jane on the other hand, broke into a sprint and doubled her time. She ran passing several cells from lefts and rights by seconds. Admittedly, she had no idea where she was supposed to be heading. It was in her nature that she hardly paid any attentions to someone who tried to order her around, even back at the mansion, she was one of those proxies who couldn't care less what Slenderman or his henchmen were telling her to do. She definitely regretted not paying more attention to what Jessica was saying right no, though.
It was only a few moments later when came across a dead end that Jane realized she had made a huge mistake. She slowed herself down and came closer to the giant metal door that was sealing her path. Swallowing hard and hoping to find a way to get to the other side Jane examined the door, but unfortunately, it was no use. Out of sheer frustration, she punched the steel with her bare hand only to be greeted with pain. Jane grabbed her hand and cursed loudly, which helped to ease the pain. Letting out a defeated sigh, she turned around and began to look for Spectra. Maybe she could walk to the other side like they did earlier, she thought.
While swimming in her thoughts someone or something grabbed her by the neck from behind. She was too distracted to notice whoever was assaulting her. Jabbing her elbow back in the direction of their stomach Jane attempted to free herself, but the mysterious assaulter managed to catch her arm and twist behind her back. She tried to struggle free, but the arm around her neck tightened and blocked the path of oxygen to her lungs, causing her to choke and flail. Once her body was loose, the attacker bodily lifted her up and walked her to one of the empty cells. There she was gently placed on the bed and let alone to breathe.
Now able to breathe, Jane gulped in air and regain her consciousness. She blinked a few times to see past her blurry vision, but the process was slow. Even with the help of her half numb hand, her surroundings were still unclear.
"Come on princess, don't keep me waiting" her kidnapper suddenly spoke in a male tone that would probably almost always maker her blood boil.
She rubbed her eyes one last time and glared at him. Once her vision was clear, she found a smirking Jeff standing in front of her, his arms crossed, clearly at ease. "You bastard!" she quickly jumped off the stiff coat and launched herself at him, but Jeff saw it coming and caught her fist. "I should be killing you now!" she tried to punch at him with her free hand, but sadly he was able to catch that one too.
Knowing that he had, for the time being, effectively disarmed her, he pulled her closer until she was less than a foot away from his face. He looked into her eyes, which were now giving him a death glare "I'm happy to see you too. Did you miss me?"
She narrowed her eyes and rudely pulled her arms away. "What the hell were you thinking?" she exclaimed as she got a hold of her thoughts once more. "Were you trying to kill me?"
"Get over it! I barely touched you" Jeff naively waved his hand. "Besides, we're even now".
Jane only groaned and resisted the urge not punch him since he would probably be able to block again. "Yeah, right, because putting me in a choke hold suddenly makes everything better. If nearly killing me was actually part of the plan, I'm going to have a few words with Spectra's boyfriend."
"Can you cut me some slack? I just finished listening to Miles babbling on about shit that barely made sense to me," he groaned. "Why do we even need to find a fucking cell in million?"
Jane smiled at the corner of her lips as she noticed the stressed look that was forming on Jeff's face. She was well aware of the fact that Jeff reacted to things poorly while under stress and this gave her an idea. Slowly leaning forward until she was only a few inches away from Jeff, Jane mocked in a childish voice, "Oh, is poor Jeff the killer freaking out?" Slipping into a more seductive tenor, Jane circled a finger on his chest and asked, "You know what really helps with relieving stress…"
"No, we're not doing this again" Jeff replied in a rather annoyed tone and removed her hand.
Jane kept on smiling and went on, "Maybe a little massage or some smooching… Or some booze." she specifically focused on the last one.
Jeff gave her a small laugh."Yeah, no." he quickly rejected her offer.
"Come on, I've been sober ever since we've landed in this hellhole." she pleaded from out of desperation.
"And you'll stay sober, that was our deal." he made sure that the deal was sealed and had no intention of changing his decision.
"But…"
"Remember what happened last time," he was finally able to knock some sense into her. "You got us into a big trouble and don't even get me started on how you almost got us killed."
"Aren't you the party pooper?" she rudely scoffed as she quoted his exact words during that incident.
Jeff lightly smacked his own face "Jane we're in a middle of a prison riot with only one chance to escape. There are probably some superheroes in tight costumes or whatever on their way here. I'm supposed to be protecting Ben's ass while he's doing god knows what with Jack, but instead I snuck away to make sure that you were okay."
"And what, you're expecting a kiss for that?" she kept her sarcastic tone even after Jeff informed her of how dangerous the situation is. "Seriously, it's gonna take a hell of a lot more to impress me."
"Would you please stop being so annoying and naive, and listen to me." With a groan, Jeff shook his head. "Sometimes you make me question my nonexistent sanity. You are seriously freaking obstinate at times."
She smirked at him and spoke in a more serious tone "Well, what can I say, I had a pretty good teacher." She leaned closer to him once again.
"So does that mean that you'd stop acting like a child and focus more if I did?" he almost begged. The harder the situation the more careless Jane always got. Sometimes Jeff liked that attitude, but this was not one of those times.
"Maybe," she returned to her previous position, leaning uncomfortably close to him. "How about you give me a kiss and I'll agree with it."
"Fine, whatever," he slowly got closer to her, expecting for Jane to do the same, but instead she punched him right in the jaw, sending him staggering back. He quickly grabbed the side of his mouth groaned in pain. Gritting his teeth despite the additional pain it caused, Jeff glared angrily at Jane.
He was about to unload at Jane when she suddenly said all too loudly, "Hey Spectra! You seem very alive."
Then it clicked. He quickly turned left to see Spectra, standing by the cell door looking confused. Giving the position they were in Spectra had an idea of what was going on, but time was too short for pointless speculation that could wait. "What are you doing here Jeff?"
He slowly stood straight and tried to improvise "Uh… Miles told me to come here since we couldn't go with the original plan."
"That definitely doesn't sound like Miles," she said but remembered that they were in a tight situation. "Speaking of which, where can I find him?"
"He's probably out there quoting Braveheart or something," Jeff muttered with a roll of his eyes.
Spectra nodded and was about to leave, "You two should get out of here. Jessica and Clockwork might not last too long" and with that, she ran away.
Both of the killers let out a heavy sigh of relief. Their hearts were beating fast as they were both glad their secret was safe, or as safe as it could be.
Jeff looked over at Jane with a glare. "See what happens when you don't pay more attention".
Jane quickly fixed Jeff with a glare of her own. "You don't have to tell me twice okay." she really didn't want to start an argument. "By the way, how did you get here?"
"Uh, the blood." he replied and showed her a small cut on his wrist.
"Huh, that works here?" she raised an eyebrow.
"See for yourself," he walked towards the wall of the cell and reopened his wound.
A stream of blood began pouring from his wrist as he wasted no time. He quickly pressed his bloodied hand against the wall and drew on it. A circle and an X positioned in the middle. The blood quickly dried and it started spreading. Covering a part of the wall from the top to bottom, it changed into something. The now gate-shaped blood began moving to the illusion of the eye and it was much alive too.
Jeff pressed his hand on it, just to be sure and it passed right into it. He stepped back and offered to let Jane pass. "Ladies first."
Not even a thank you was heard. She walked right into the portal and completely disappeared into it. Jeff grinned because he knew that Jane was playing hard to get. Truly, he was a great teacher. Soon after, he went in as well and the gate evaporated.
On the other side of the prison
Eyeless Jack, or the not so eyeless right now, had his back turned to Ben who was currently oblivious to everything around him, what with his mind jacked into the cell phone and all. In Miles' plan, Ben was needed to erase everything about the team, from files to small snippets of security footage. Jack and Jeff on the other hand, were supposed to be protecting him and keeping him out of sight. It wasn't a difficult job, that was until Jeff abandoned him. Jack was really pissed, not only he suddenly ran away with any explanation, but he was also left alone guarding the dead weight while the others had their fun.
He turned around for the fifth time only to find the same results. He could feel his legs suddenly itch from out of boredom. His fingers were uncontrollably tapping against his elbows. He was willing to be anywhere but here. His mind was telling him to leave and fulfill his desires. He didn't want to abandon a task that was given to him by one of his friends, he wasn't like Jeff.
And just the thought of Jeff came to his mind, he felt a strange familiar wave appearing behind him. He turned around and expected to find Jeff stepping out of the portal but instead it was Jane who came through it.
"Hey! Jane," he happily greeted her.
Jane quickly noticed Jack walking towards her. "Jack, how's it going?"
"Other than being betrayed and stabbed in the back, I'd say it's going not that bad." he stopped in front of her and shook her hand.
"Trust me, it's been happening to me a lot as well." she said with a sigh. "By the way, nice to see you with the eyes."
"Don't get used to it." He grumbled. Just then, the portal behind Jane closed and Jack spotted Jeff stepping out of it. "Look who finally decided to show up!" he exclaimed in anger.
Jeff watched Jack's reaction with what could only be amusement and all he said was. "Sup."
Jack's eye started to twitch and would have charged at him if it weren't for Jane stepping in.
"How about you do this later, Jack?" she suggested in an attempt to calm him down. "This is a no place or time to start a fight, what do you say?"
Jack slowly lowered his fists and calmed down. He looked directly into Jeff's eyes and growled. "I'll take you down later."
Jane sighed in relief, glad that she had prevented the fight.
However…
"What? You're so scared of me that you have to hide behind a lady?" Jeff mocked in a challenging tone.
Jane quickly turned around and fixed Jeff with a death glare, blustering, "You're not helping!"
"No, it's okay. You might think that you're greater than everyone else, but you're far from there and I'm not going to sink to your level." Jack pointed out in a tone that managed to get to Jeff.
But before Jeff could shoot a reply back, Jane cut in again. "Not one more word!" and that was enough to shut him up. "Now…" she turned around to Jack and asked, "What's going on?" She didn't wait for an answer before asking another question. "Why all of the sudden bending of rules?"
"One question at the time Jane. First things first, did you manage to create a passage between the two wings?" Jack asked with a slight touch of concern.
"No," she replied. It didn't seem like she had an idea of the purpose that it served. "We could've used the blood the whole time. I don't know why we needed one."
Jack's jaw suddenly dropped "You… What? We need to make look like a casual breakout, and not… This!" He breathed in a few times and tried to stay calm "This is bad, this is bad, this should've not happened..."
"Relax, what's the worse that could happen?"
Vegeta, what does the scouter say about the word numbers
IT'S OVER 9000!
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