The Children's Bane

by Polyurethane

Children. They have become the biggest market on the planet. The elite will spend thousands of dollars on them, and their organs. The heroes don't do anything because they're "too busy". When the heroes fail the children, an unexpected man will take the mantle at all costs. He will become the Children's Bane!

1. Life Sentence

Preface

In recent years it has become evident how serious child trafficking is, and the terrible things that the elite do to the children. For a year people did what they could to try and save the children, and a good amount of children were saved. Or were they? Many of the children who had been saved, were simply resold by the rich. It was easy enough for them to snatch them up before, it wasn't any more difficult after they were 'rescued'. For the elite, it was just enough to sate their thirst for justice. The movement to save our children died down, and though there were still people fighting for the cause, it was ineffective.

Many people have questioned, "Why don't the heroes save the children?". Whenever a hero was addressed about the matter, they simply had more important things to do. Because if they couldn't save the world, there would be no point in saving the children. People had lost hope, and many had forgotten about the terrible things happening to the children.

A blue glow from the guard's tv shone into the cell of an inmate who's serving a life sentence. It illuminated a very large, and very powerful, figure that was sitting quietly on the floor. It was the same old boring news stories until one came on about the children.

"As news spreads about the elite people are becoming more aware of the problems facing our children today. The hashtag, save our children, and save our kids, is trending on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. The more aware we are about this problem the more we can do to stop it. You can help by donating to…" The news anchor then listed where you can donate to help. Suddenly the inmate's eyes open and he looks up to where the blue light is coming from. Then the blue light is gone, no more sound from the tv.

"Well, I guess it's about that time." The guard banged on the cell door twice, then looks in the window near the top. "All those muscles won't do you any good in here big guy, ha! You know I'm surprised we're even giving you food." as he said this there was a crashing sound from outside, it was a plate of food. "I'll give you some extra nutrients though." the guard said with a grin. He then snorted and collected a bunch of phlegm that he spit into the plate of food. "Bon Appetit," he said as he kicked the plate through the slot on the bottom of the door.

The inmate didn't move a muscle, and simply closed his eyes once more and waited. After some time passed the guard came back to collect the empty plate. Except this plate wasn't empty, the food was just mashed together in a clump and pushed three-quarters of the way out.

"What the fuck, didn't like our top-class food? Well, I'll just serve it to you tomorrow then dumb ass!" The guard reached down to grab the plate, but the pile of mush wasn't all food. A hand reached out and grabbed the guard with a grip he couldn't escape. "Oh, shit" he muttered. "Fuck somebody help!" the hand started to pull the guard's arm. "For fucks sake someone he's got me!" The inmate keeps pulling until the guard's arm in all the way up to his shoulder. "What was your plan? Pull my whole body through this hole you giant idiot!" What a stupid thing to say to the man who has your arm. The guard grabs his radio "I need someone down here now, maximum-security prisoner has me by the arm." he said. Suddenly the inmate starts to pull again. "Wait, no, what the fuck are you doing?!" the guard started to shout. The edges of the food hole started cutting into his skin trying to make him fit. "Ahh! Stop it, somebody help!"

Then, with one swift tug, the inmate pulled the guard's arm off and quickly reached out to grab his exposed shoulder, digging his fingers in to get a better grip because of the slippery blood. A blood-curdling scream was let out by the guard, and with his other arm, he reached for the keys and threw them into the cell. Once the inmate's grip released the guard rolled away, screaming in agony.

There was a clank, then the large metal door he had been imprisoned behind for a year opened. The tall muscular figure towered over the guard bleeding out on the ground. The inmate looked down at the man and squatted down next to him. He grabbed the guard by his throat and started to squeeze tight enough that the screams stopped.

"Shh. Right now, there are children all over the world being abducted and abused. Yet you remain here guarding over me for crimes I have and have not committed. The children are innocent, just as I was when I was a child. All of these heroes, and not one can take the time to save the children. I must not waste any more time, every second I waste on you is a second the children are being tortured and enslaved"

Suddenly the door at the end of the hallway burst open, and in that moment the inmate swung the mutilated guard's body around by the neck and threw him at the other guards in the doorway. As soon as he felt the guard leave his hands the inmate followed right behind the body. The guards fired a few shots off, but they either missed or hit the body flying at them. The first guard's body flew into the other guards in the entry way of the door knocking them down. And in this moment the inmate kicked off the ground and jumped over the downed guards at the two other guards that were behind them. His massive arms wrapped around their necks as he flew past them, landing slightly crouched.

The two guards tried prying his arms off of them but it was like they were in a vice grip. What little of a gasp or yelp they could let out was soon followed by the sound of crunching bones, and the thud of their bodies hitting the floor. It was about this time that the prison alarms started going off, alerting every available guard of the situation.

The inmate quickly made his way away from his holding cell, looking for a way out. He came to a split hallway that lead left or right, but he could hear the guards coming from the right which meant that must be a way out. He waited just around the corner for them. He could hear 6 different sets of foot steps. As soon as he heard one of the running footsteps right around the corner he swung around the corner low, ramming his shoulder into the first guards stomach. He remained low with the guard on his shoulder, and as he passed two more he grabbed their ankles, swiping their feet right out from under them. But he didn't let go, he stood up and by the ankles threw the guards at the next two guards in line leaving just the last guard. A gunshot rang out in the hallway, the guard and the inmate stood completely still for a moment. This brute of a man looks down at his right shoulder as blood starts to trickle out of it. The inmate launches the other guard off of his shoulder towards the last guard standing knocking him down and making him drop his gun.

The inmate walked over to the last guard, for now, and looked down into his cowering eyes. "Nothing can stop me. No prison can hold me. Who are you to keep me from saving the innocent lives of thousands of children. I am portrayed as the villain, when the Flash could save every child in a second. Superman in two. Even the bat could save them. But your heroes have abandoned the future, the children. I will not." the inmate places his foot on the head of the panicking guard laying on the ground. "I am Bane! The children's Bane!"