Flux sat at the table where Jet and Torchwick had conversed previously, eating… something. It smelled like food to Flux, but the grey slurry of 'classic' porridge looked and tasted akin to something far less. Flux continued to eat, brooding over the different methods of gaining strength enough to escape, ignoring the raucous table behind her that emitted a cacophony of laughter and smashing sounds.
She gazed up at the parapet above the dining area. Two android guards were stationed, and both had… what were they called again?
"Stun-guns." Jet supplied.
Flux nodded internally in appreciation, but was distracted by a splash of something wet on her back. Spinning around on the bench, she noticed that one of the brutes had knocked another's porridge, which had resulted in her back being soaked in the stuff.
"Watch it, idiot." Flux growled, before turning back to her food. She could always clean the stuff off later, but it was still inconvenient. Before she could return to her food however, she heard two men speak, and what they said could only mean one thing.
"Who's this asshole?"
"Deck 'im."
Flux sighed loudly enough for the men to hear her, and without sparing them a glance, pointed up at the guards.
"You sure you wanna do that with those guys watching?" Flux asked, injecting a little sarcasm into her voice. Perhaps these guys could be her catch for today.
Her ploy worked.
"Nah. But first chance we get, we fuck you up." another said. Flux hissed.
"Your mothers really taught you English well." Flux remarked as she got up and left. "And you clearly missed the point about not talking to strangers." she added, before disappearing from the room. She could hear Jet laughing in her mind, and struggled to suppress her own mirth, as she was in control of the body right now.
"I swear, it's almost like you wanted to taunt those bulls." Jet commented, still trying to control himself as Flux wandered down a deserted corridor.
"They'll come after me. And I'll be ready." Flux spoke aloud.
"I know." Jet replied. "Just please tease them a little more before you maim them. I never knew that you could make insults sound so funny to bystanders."
"Sure thing." Flux said, before making her way into the old gym area. Torchwick had told Jet about this area, and about how it was the least guarded out of the whole prison. It was the perfect place to make her first kills.
It wasn't long before two of the gang Flux had insulted came into the old gym.
Flux had waited alone in the gym, Jet entertaining her in the dream world whilst keeping an eye out for any trouble. Now she stretched as the two men approached her. They were both faunus.
The first was a well-toned and actually somewhat handsome were it not for bloodshot eyes and the blood stained blonde hair. The second had a similar build to a body-builder, with massive fists and high shoulders. They looked like bear faunus to Flux, and while they looked like formidable opponents, Flux smiled internally.
"Here's the asshole!" the first brute called.
"Wow. You guys really don't refer to actual names that much, do you?" Flux replied, as she stood up.
"Any enemy of the Skulls is an asshole, no questions asked." the second said.
"Skulls, huh?" Flux replied scornfully, and decided to enrage her two opponents for Jet. "Looks to me like you should change your names to Thick Skulls, because you're all skull and no brain."
"No-one insults us. Not unless they want a beating. C'mon Johno." the second growled.
"You got it, Kiza." the first agreed, and both started to approach Flux, fists clenched.
"There's faulty equipment everywhere here. Use that to your advantage." Jet reported to Flux who nodded, before ducking into a combat stance. She was weak, so she'd need to play this one smartly.
The men came at her at the same time. Flux reacted immediately, kicking Johno at lightning speed and sending him crashing to the floor, before sidestepping Kiza and tripping him. On the way down, her opponent broke his nose when it impacted a weightlifting bench, and he gave a feminine screech of pain.
Johno got back up and saw what had transpired.
"You shithead!" he yelled, before charging again, fists swinging. Flux backed up until he reached the wall, before stamping down hard on her adversary's foot. He yelped in pain before Flux saw that they were very close to a broken dumbbell rack, and remembered what Jet had told her.
She kicked out at the rack with all of her repressed strength, and the heaviest fell to the floor, smashing Johno's foot.
Blood sprayed out from the slush that, moments ago, was a human foot. The slick ran all over the floor. Flux took a moment to take in the sight of her two victims, before turning and running out of the area. She felt revitalised at the sight of their pain, and a small portion of their strength had returned.
It took a while to find a warden, although this was partly due to Flux getting lost one or twice. This particular warden was named Michael, though everyone just called him Uncle Mike, probably because he was the most reasonable warden in the prison. He was about as tall as her, green eyes, black hair, with the warden's blue uniform a little too big on him.
"Jet! Why are you running? Is that blood?" Mike asked, as Flux came to a halt, panting.
"Yes… yes it is," Flux said, still trying to catch her breath, "there's been an accident. Two people are going to need medical care."
"Show me." Mike demanded, putting down the tea cup he was holding and pulling out a stun baton.
"So what happened after Johno and Kiza attacked you?" Mike asked.
They were sitting in an interrogation room. White tiles everywhere, a single mirror that was obviously a one way mirror, and a plastic table with metal chairs that were as uncomfortable as they looked.
"I meant to just run." Jet replied. He'd switched with Flux, being better at explaining things than her, and had gone over the alibi with her multiple times. "I kicked Johno to push him back and give me some space, then tripped the other guy."
"How did his nose break?" Mike queried.
"I didn't see the weightlifting bench." Jet answered. "He smashed into it with his face. I was panicked, and by the time I realised, it was too late."
"I see. And then?" Mike pressed.
"Johno came back for me and charged, so I stepped back away from his friend so that I could quickly stun him and then escape. I was dizzy though, and I missed when I tried to kick him in the nuts."
"Which was how the giant dumbbell fell and crushed his foot." Mike finished. "It's certainly a colossal pair of accidents. But you're trained in combat, and from what I know, capable of murdering an entire team of young hunters. It would be quite easy to do what you did deliberately."
"If I wasn't panicked and wanted to harm those two guys, then yes, it could easily have been deliberate. I was just teasing to make myself feel better, and once those guys came for me, I realised my mistake." Jet reasoned.
A silence followed his words.
"That'll be all, Dan." Mike stated, and Jet got up and was about to leave when what he had just said registered.
"Dan?" Jet asked, turning around. Mike began to chuckle.
"Apologies, Jet, you just remind me of someone I know. My son." he explained.
"Feel like I know that name from somewhere." Jet muttered, before exiting the room and switching with Flux. Their eyes turning black, Flux moved back to their cell. She knew that the injuries she'd inflicted would send a message to the Skulls.
It wouldn't be long before her next victims would come to her.