12:16 pm

Mountaintop Base

Japan

The now human Dr. Colosso huddled in the corner of his cell, trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible. The rough stones scraped against his pale-pink skin, dripping water only adding to the shivers traveling up and down his spine. Never in his life had he thought being turned into a rabbit and given to his arch enemy's kid as a pet would be the lesser of two evils, but now he would give anything to go back. He couldn't remember how he'd gotten here and he didn't know why, but he knew who his current host was and it terrified him. What would HE want with a failed villain? Colosso rubbed his hands together, trying desperately to gather some warmth.

The former rabbit stilled as he heard thudding steps coming closer. It certainly wasn't HIM but that wasn't too much of a comfort considering who HE employed. The rusty metal door creaked open, revealing the silhouette of a hunched over, muscular brute. It was Mighty Man… probably. If he'd looked wrong at the Splatburger, the hero was completely different now. Waxy snow white skin, nearly transparent against dark blue veins, surrounded a blood red mouth, teeth having begun to yellow. His hair was a greasy mop on his head, his pupils eclipsed his eyes, leaving only emotionless black and red-tinged whites. He'd grown as well, muscles expanding in ways that were almost obscene. Colosso nearly choked as the creature lumbered forward; He clearly hadn't bathed since breaking out of the Hero League. The former villain scrambled sideways along the wall, desperate to avoid the former hero's filthy hands. No luck there.

A hand grasping his bicep in a punishing grip, Dr. Colosso was led (yeah right, his toes barely skimmed the floor) down a dark hall. He didn't dare try to break free, not trusting the stability of the unhinged henchman with super strength. Soon enough, they were through the last door and he was dragged to the middle of the room, thrown to the floor. Colosso gasped as his head hit the marble floor, the dull thud echoing through the cavernous room. He felt dazed and confused. And naked, he was still naked. And cold, don't forget cold. He was totally unprepared for the deep, amused drawl of his current captor.

"Hello Colosso, it's been a while."

"Mindleader"

12:38 pm

Underwater Base

Japan

In the small, white cell he called his own, Link sat against a blank wall, eyes glazed. After being patched up after his initial escape attempt, he'd been left alone. For days. Food was slid in through a doggie door, once a day and only after the plate (plastic, no porcelain shards to use) had been left in front of the door and he had moved to the other side of the room. He was allowed two glasses of water a day, not big ones. Link Evilman was slowly but surely losing it.

He was about to attempt sleep when he heard the door unlock, swinging open to reveal a stone faced guard. Link was tempted to make a break for it but, malnourished, dehydrated, and deprived of sleep and exercise, he could barely move let alone run. The guard approached, kneeling down to his level. "What," Link coughed, his voice having gone unused for a few days, "What do you want?"

The guard said nothing for several seconds, making him wonder if the other spoke English, before a lightly accented voice replied, "You begin training today."

"Training?" Link was stunned, this was the last thing he had expected. "What training?" The guard wasn't impressed by the note of indignation in his voice. "You will be joining our ranks after your training is complete."

"Like Hell!" If Link wouldn't go evil at his father's urging, he sure wouldn't do it to make his kidnappers and torturers happy! Rather than getting angry, the guard smiled, a terrifying, alien expression, "You will complete training and join our squad unless you'd rather we lock you in here with your girlfriend's corpse."

Link felt his heart freeze. When Mighty Man had grabbed him, the only comfort was that he hadn't known about Phoebe. But now…

"Fine."