Ch.6 New World Nightmare

Alckon was one of many mutant facilities instituted by the once two
Kings. Prisons all over the globe where the worst of horrors were committed against
mutant kind. Aside from mutant stations, normal prisons for the human populous were
held in much better conditions and their prisoners so long as they remained cooperative
and obedient were allowed to stay. However if one should become a disruption, and
problematic, he or she was retired to a mutant facility, and received the same horrible
conditions. There was one individual who suffered such a transition, much to his
Liking.

Ghost Station Trask (G.S.T.) was a sky operated facilitation, a mutant domain, as
of now still operating under the old laws. The hover prison loomed in the sky, always
moving through a set plane of coordinates, moving in and out of clouded mist. A massive
mobile unit, a full weapons operating system along with its own air defense fleet.

Its corridors are wet and always dripping, steam shafts always going off and a cascade of
red system lights. Hell on Earth, or above it rather. It's feeding time for the inmates, a dish of raw meat and a half glass of blood died water. Jones an officer has finished all but one serving on his hall, and the last is indeed the worst, it's him, the monster, the mutant slayer, the Midnight Mutilator, it's him. Jones holds fast to his electric staff and pushes the cart down the hall until he comes upon the last cell; a blue force field is all that separates Jones and….him.

Jones eyes the dark cell, nothing. No movement, no him, but he's there…somewhere in the dark, waiting, watching. Jones keys in a security code and registers the food trays automatic barcode allowing it's particles to pass through unaffected, by the field's rays.
"You're late," comes a sudden voice in the cell and Jones jumps back, his heart starting to beat.

"Come out where I can see you," says Jones fearfully clutching the electro staff.
"Or what? You'll jolt me a few times? I prefer it Jay, pump the volts through my entire body if you wish. Just know that tonight when I get out, I'll be coming for you," says the voice playfully, it almost sounds natural save for that occasional high pitch vocal.

"Like hell," quivers out Jones. "This fortress is impenetrable, know force can breach us. Just take your meal and step into the light where I can see you."

There's no movement, Jones waits. He can hear an endless drip somewhere off in the distance, he can even hear the moans of mutants from cells down below. "Come out you bastard or I swear I'll shock you to death!" says Jones regaining his courage. There's some scuffling sounds in the cell and then a shadowed figure steps into the light and Jones wish he hadn't. The light reveals the scarred hands and arms, the burnt flesh, ragged clothing, and the head of messy singed hair.

"Peek-a-booooo," says the shadowed prisoner. He reaches up to his head, into the mangled and messy hair and with out a single hesitation, begins to tear out chunks of his weave. "Ahhh….better…so much better."

"Stop this now!" hollers Jones, but the prisoner continues, ripping hair follicles, until all but the inch thick stems remain. He brings the hair up to his face and rubs it against his forehead, removing the sweat and drops of blood. Then he moves out of the light, into the darkness. Jones screams again for the shadow to come back out and then as if he just materialized out of thin air, he stands with in inches of the force field, looking at Jones.
"Enough of this shit," says Jones shoves the electric staff in through the field to jolt the prisoner with the scarred face, when something unexpected occurs. The staff goes in and strikes the prisoner square in the chest, the bolts go through and then, the prisoner grabs hold of the staff and yanks it forward brining in Jones inward into the force field upon which his skin starts to cook. He screams in pain and let's loose of the staff, but the shadow seizes hold of his neck and holds him under the field, even as his own hand catches fire. Jones struggles and kicks for a moment until his body goes limp and the shadow pulls him in entirely.

"Silly Jay," says the prisoner, "let's make a mess!"

Ten minutes later the field comes down and out walks the shadow, into the hallway leaving the corpse of Jones behind. Jones body lays mounted on the wall, clothing stripped with words in read going down his chest that read:

Goodbye my fellow inmates and beaters as well as my prey. I'm shoving off for the new world nightmare. If any of you even see my little message, and the ship has not exploded yet, I'd say you have about two minutes before it dose. Best of luck incinerating and feel free to commit suicide, yours bloodthirsty forever truly,


Slaughter


Two minutes later, Ghost explodes from the sky and crashes down into the ocean in a spectacle like none ever witnessed before. From it's fires, one lone light, perhaps to the untrained eye that would appear as a mere emblem of flame trails off into the sky. Slaughter is free.