There were alarms going off everywhere, screeching furiously. Some of the mutants were gleefully attacking the guards, finally able to retaliate against their tormentors, some were hiding in their cells and under tables, while yet more were making runs at the walls and gates of the complex.

Clarice crushed the collar that had restrained her powers for so long under her thin shoe. On the walls guards were shooting at the mutants trying to get out that way. She drew in a deep breath, focused, and began to tear open a portal. There was no guarantee it would be any safer on the other side, but surely it had to be better than here.

Anywhere had to be better than here.

She took one last look at the detention centre and threw herself straight into hell.