Willoffire123: Today is the day of Cinderella!

Delsin: From reading your other stories, I'm sensing a pattern here.

Willoffire123: Well you see, Delsin, Brigadoon was the play at my camp last year, and I'm here now again this year, and the play is Cinderella this year.

Fetch: I like that better.

Willoffire123: Me too Fetch, me too.

Reggie: WIlloffire123 doesn't own inFAMOUS: Second Son or Scrubs.

JD: On with the chapter!


Turk

When he awoke that morning, Christopher Turk almost forgot where he was.

Almost.

"Let's go, chrome-dome!" said Fetch Walker, the pink-haired conduit, standing above his spot on the floor of her apartment, holding his backpack.

Then it came back to him.

Seattle. JD. D.U.P Prison. Conduits. Elliot.

Turk groaned.

"Up and Adam, Turk," said Reggie Rowe, the normal cop, pulling him to his feet and handing him a cup of decaffeinated coffee. "We have work to do."

Sipping his coffee gingerly, Turk joined his wife, Dr. Cox, Elliot, Reggie and the three conduits: Fetch, Eugene and Celia at the kitchen counter. Reggie had out a hand-drawn map of the compound, and was describing something in detail to Carla when Turk slid in and gave her a quick peck on the cheek before returning his attention to Reggie.

"The front end of the plan is simple. Once Fetch, Eugene and Celia have left, we call the D.U.P hotline," said Reggie, pointing at a small object off to the right of the compound's walls. "A squad copter will come and retrieve Perry, Turk, Carla and Elliot and bring them inside the building."

"And?" said Carla with a raised eyebrow, "What do we do once we're in the maximum security prison?"

"I'm getting there," Reggie said patiently, "From there, it will be up to Turk and Carla to find this John Dorian. Once you do, rendezvous here," he said, pointing at a point on the far wall, "At the landing bay. Once we've met you there, we'll commandeer a helicopter and make our escape."

"Where do we come in?" demanded Fetch, "I want some action too."

"I'm getting there, Abigail," said Reggie. Turk could see a vein twitching just above his left eyebrow. Something told him that the two of them didn't get along very well, and that this Delsin person had something to do with it.

"Anyway," Reggie continued, "While Turk and Carla are looking for John-,"

"JD," Turk supplied.

"Fine," said Reggie, obviously annoyed at all the interruptions, "While Turk and Carla are looking for JD, Elliot and Perry will be with me, looking for Delsin. Perry, I trust you've shot a gun before?"
Dr. Cox rolled his eyes. "Do I look like a Pansy? Of course I've shot a gun!"

Reggie held up a hand to silence him. "Good. Once we've busted Delsin out, Elliot and he will go on point. Elliot," he addressed Elliot, who was rubbing both of her hands furiously to keep them warm. The frost gathering on her hands proved she was failing miserably. "I know you've been practicing with your new powers."

Elliot nodded, never faltering in her hand warming. "I practiced last night with Celia and Fetch out back behind the apartment."

The corners of Reggie's mouth turned ever so slightly upward. "Good. Heaven knows what that woman is doing to my brother in there. He's a powerful conduit, but once he's free, you'll need to take the lead."

"Okay," Elliot said with a deep breath. "I think I can do that."
"Reg," said Fetch, touching his hand to get his attention, "What if Elliot, Celia and Eugene let Delsin…"

"I don't want to overload him," said Reggie.

"Hold up," Turk cut in, "What do you mean, overload him?"
"I heard this story last night," Dr. Cox cut in. "Do you mind?"

"Go ahead," said Reggie.

"So Delsin, Cop man's brother," said Dr. Cox, "Wasn't actually born with any specific conduit powers. But his power, he found out a few weeks ago, is to absorb other conduits' powers." Dr. Cox turned to Reggie. "How'd I do, professor?"
Reggie took a swig of coffee and toasted Dr. Cox. "A+, my student."
"So you want Delsin to absorb my powers?" asked Elliot. Turk could hear rising panic in her voice. "Won't that hurt?"

"Not at all," said Fetch. "You still keep your powers too. All that happens is you relive your life story with him watching."

Elliot took a step backwards from the kitchen counter. "I-uh, I don't," she stammered.

Carla took her hand. "Elliot, JD needs your help."

That did it. Elliot bit her lip and said, "Okay, I'll do it."

"Delsin will absorb Elliot and Eugene's powers," Celia instructed. "In order for me to keep my cover with Augustine, I need to be able to take down targets from a distance."

"Okay," said Turk while inching ever so slightly away from Celia. Although he would never admit it to her, Celia crept him out. "But what do the others do?"

"Oh that's simple," said Fetch with a grin. "We make some noise."


Elliot

Elliot had to admit; the idea of spending her life in a conduit-prison scared her.

True, her new powers were unbelievably cool. Who wouldn't want to be a real-life Elsa?

But the bullseye-shaped fortress looming like a bad dream from the dreary waters of Puget Sound reminded her just what those powers meant for her future, if the public discovered them.

"You're not chickening out on me now are you, Barbie?"

Dr. Cox's sneering voice brought Elliot out of her thoughts.

Elliot shook her head, afraid that should she give a verbal answer, all that would come out would be a terrified squeak.

"Good," Dr. Cox said gruffly under his breath so as not to attract the attention of the soldiers on either side of them. "Because in case you haven't noticed, we're already on the helicopter."

"Listen up, Doctors," the pilot addressed her, Dr. Cox, Turk and Carla, "We're approaching the launching pad. From there, a security detail will take the four of you to the prisoner's cell."

"What about our man who's already in there?" Carla demanded bravely, "Where is he?"
"Look, lady, this is a big compound," the pilot said exasperatedly, "I'm just a pilot. I don't know anything. You can ask your guards once you're off the chopper."

Elliot bit her tongue to avoid jumping in fright when the helicopter touched lightly on the landing pad.

Carla squeezed her hand. "It'll be okay. We won't let them hurt you."

Elliot tried to give her friend a reassuring smile, but Carla let go of her hand, rubbing her own together furiously to keep warm.

"Just, don't touch anything, okay?" she whispered.

Elliot gulped. "Got it."

"We'll take it from here."

The four doctors reached the end of the hall. Waiting to intercept them were two more guards.

"You and you are coming with me to see to the prisoner," said the first guard, gesturing at Elliot and Dr. Cox with his gun.

"You two will see to your friend," said the other guard, grabbing Carla by the wrist, "Come with me."

"Hey!" Turk protested. "Get your hands off her!"

"I can do worse than that if you don't follow orders," the other guard threatened, "Now move!"
The first guard waited until his friend, Turk and Carla had disappeared out of sight before speaking. "I'm sorry about that, guys."

Dr. Cox chuckled. "You sly son of a bitch."

Reggie Rowe flipped his visor open to wink at Elliot. "It's going to be alright. Now, let's go see my brother, shall we?"


Turk

Their Soldier friend took Turk and Carla down a long row of doors before coming to a halt in front of a door marked 047.

"You have one hour to treat your friend," the guard informed them, "Then the three of you are to join the other two in assessing the prisoner."

"Treat him?" Carla demanded with her fists balled "What did you do to him?"

Turk gulped and held Carla's shoulders. "My wife doesn't mean anything by that, sir, we'll treat our friend now, if you would be so kind as to open the door."

Carla shot him a glare before the two of them were ushered into a blank room with steel walls.

JD lay frighteningly still on a steel bed. Dried blood caked his hairline and his left eye had swollen shut completely.

Carla ran her fingers through his hair. "He's concussed," she said angrily, "I don't know what they expect us to do with nothing to treat him with."

"It doesn't matter right now, baby," Turk said soothingly, "I know you're scared for JD and for us and I am too, but right now we need to stick with the plan and get JD to wake up."

"JD, we need you to wake up, man," Turk breathed in his best friend's ear.

No response.

"Baby, he's concussed," Carla reminded him, "You'll have to do better than that."

And she dug a hand into his side.

"Whohoho!" JD spasamed awake. "What the- Turk? Carla? Ow! What?"

"Dude, shut up," said Turk, "We're gonna spring you but you really don't want to bring our little friend outside in here until we get the signal."

JD looked around the room, bewildered. "Spring me? Where are we? What happened? I was…"

JD shot up. "Delsin! Owww!"

"Easy, Bambi," said Carla, reaching out to steady him, "you've got a nasty concussion."

"Carla," JD croaked urgently, "Turk, we need to go get Delsin before it's too late."

"Who's Delsin?" Turk hissed in his wife's ear.

"Weren't you paying attention earlier?" his wife hissed back. "It's Reggie's brother."
"He's not an it," JD said hotly, "he's a human being who they have no right to keep here. No right to dissect him like a lab rat! No right to torture him with those stupid-."

The door creaked open.

"You're right, Dr. Dorian," Celia said softly, "Which is why I need your help to save him."


Dr. Cox

"You know how to use that thing, right?" Barbie shot at him as they raced down the halls.

"Of course I do, Barbie," Dr. Cox shot back, "The problem starts when I try to survive with this pistol against an army of soldiers with machine guns, concrete powers and Kevlar vests."

"Both of you shut up," Reggie snapped, "He should be right…"

Reggie skidded to a halt, Elliot and Dr. Cox right behind him.

"What! What is it?" demanded Elliot.

"He's supposed to be in there," Reggie gulped, pointing at the single, solitary capsule in the center of the facility, visible from all angles of the middle ring of the facility. The capsule was completely bare.

"Well he's not here now, genius," said Dr. Cox, "Now what?"

"I don't know!" Reggie exploded. "He was supposed to be in there, now he's not and we have no way of finding him."

Dr. Cox was all ready to slap some sense into Reggie Rowe when he noticed Elliot's eyes glowing. Not in some romantic bull-crap way, but literally glowing.

"I sense smoke," said Elliot. She began to sprint down the hall. "Follow me!"

"Add it to the list of weird conduit powers we don't know of," Reggie muttered to Dr. Cox, and the two of them sprinted after her. The three descended down a long flight of stairs before reaching a large, open arena made of concrete.

"Cozy," Dr. Cox quipped, "Where to now, Miss Human Smoke Detector?"

Elliot pointed up at a balcony. "There."

Reggie gaped at the figure standing on the balcony. "Delsin? Oh thank God you're safe! Come on! We came to get you out of here! I'll explain who these people are later but right now-,"

"GAAAAHHHHHH!"

Dr. Cox tackled Reggie as a ball of smoke and fire left a gaping crater where the three of them once stood.

"What the hell, man!" Reggie demanded. "It's me!"

"Reggie, I don't think he knows that," said Dr. Cox, eyeing the boy standing on the balcony. The figure standing on the balcony matched every description Dr. Cox had been given of Delsin Rowe. The orange jumpsuit pants and white wife-beater shirt hung off the boy's skeletal frame. His red beanie sat lopsided on his raven-haired head. Delsin gripped at the railing, clenched knuckles white and raw. Bright, hazel eyes regarded the trio on the ground with fear.

"Something's wrong," said Reggie, "He doesn't recognize me."

"Oh, he recognizes you," said Dr. Cox, "It's who he recognizes you as that's the problem here. Hey you! Do you know who I am?"

The boy, Delsin, gulped. "Friends of him?"

"Eh, wrong," said Dr. Cox, taking a few cautious steps towards the balcony, "We're friends of you." He tapped his temple. "It hurts here, doesn't it?"

Delsin nodded slowly.

"That's okay, son," said Dr. Cox. He began climbing the stairs, "We're here to help you take that pain away."

Dr. Cox held his breath. He was mere inches away from Delsin when the boy let out a guttural scream. Dr. Cox almost fell flat on his face as his feet suddenly lost the ability to move. Looking down, he saw concrete growing up his foot, chaining him to the floor.

"Very good, Delsin," said a voice from behind them. A woman that Dr. Cox could only describe as 'Red-Haired Witch II', loomed from the shadows. "Now kill the intruders."


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