"I'm going to get him." Geus whispered into his phone. His finger pressed the end call button and shoved the device into his pocket.

His heart beats intensified. His eyes rest down to the ground even though they desired to stare down the camera in the corner of the room. He knew this was his chance to commit to his plan and get away with it. One final long exhale went out. His gas filled up his mouth till it burst from his lips. The two filter points filled with the quirk and spontaneously melted down to his feet. His head snapped up and turned over to the camera.

Geus didn't say anything, just watched the red beeping dot. "You know the drill." A voice from the intercom crackled in.

Geus was well aware of the new system in place by Iroh. He got up from his bed and pinned himself face first into the far left corner of the room.

Only the camera didn't pick up what Geus planned to do. Absolute concentration was needed, any hiccup in his plan and nothing would go. Through the efforts of the training camp; he was able to focus down his breathing to an Olympic swimmer's level. A small stream of gas that was barely visible to the naked eye swam along the edge of the room and to the elevator.

The bell went off and the doors opened. A single man walked through with the familiar round objects in both hands. He lowered down to one knee and placed both of the spheres on the ground.

"Alright Geus, remove your filters and slide them to me." The guard followed the protocol perfectly. He stood far enough outside the elevator so it would remain open and not close on him. And stood far enough away from Geus to be able to see every action he would take. "Geus come on, I don't want Bailey down here."

He refused to talk, all brain power was reverted down to that little stream produced by his quirk. To be unable to see made things difficult, to say the least. The memorization of the room and how the room echoed was all he could build his data on. This entire time he thought he built the correct distance needed, now he hardened the tip of his stream and pointed it downwards.

The man grabbed the radio on his shoulder and moved his head to it. "Sir"

Geus launched his attack straight down at the sound of the syllable. A small shout of a curse was the sign Geus needed. He pushed himself off the wall and jumped after the guard. His pointed tip stabbed through the bridge of his nose and rocked him back into the elevator. The blood drained down into his eyes, making him completely blind to the elevator buttons. His frantic presses against the metal panel did nothing but give Geus time. He shoulder charged into the guard's open stomach and pounded him through the metal-carbon fiber panel design. He turned to the panel and pulled the fire alarm.

A loud siren played through the speakers just before a strong rumble locked the elevator in place. Geus looked up and filled the ceiling with his quirk. All the metal above them melted from the center out to the corners. The quirk flowed around the walls and harden under his shoes. He began to hover because of the gas and eventually flowed up through the hole.

The distance between the top floor and his level was far above the distance he could travel with his quirk. Without the threat of him placed under another seizure, he grabbed hold of the main cable and climbed up. The top section of the frame was closed to no surprise. He reached out with his gas and flooded the size of the wall. A few seconds of submerged sulfur did nothing to melt away the metal of these walls.

"So you knew I would escape." Geus snickered. "Only thing." Geus grabbed the filters one at a time and tore them off. "I was holding back."

Geus split the uses of his filter ports; one pressed against the door and held him against the back wall, and the other built up pressure on his back. In a combined action the gas exploded behind him and his prop released. More of his quirk formed around him and created a thick layer of armor around him. The formed spiked in his arm punctured through the wall first. Forced creases of the doors bent the two parts wide open.

He took in a full sight before he landed on the ground. Three guards covered in the purple hazmat suits stood in a triangle formation with tasers in hand. More of his quirked hardened around his body. Each of the three electric shocks did nothing. His timing was perfect again, right before the three simultaneous shots landed he disconnected the gas.

The mass of smoke started again and filled the area. One of the men shouted and fell through the whole. An unseen accident in Geus's eyes. His body winced at the thud the guard created.

"Fall back!" Another one of them shouted.

Geus lowered the amount of smoke to see the heads of anyone around. Nobody else was inside the room now, and all doors were slammed shut and obviously locked from the other side. He severed the connection and observed the room deeper. Other than the locked steel doors, concrete floors and walls, a few sets of barred windows stood another floor tall.

"What do you think you're doing Geus?" Iroh's voice entered the room.

Geus felt a sudden and intense pain in his right eye. The crushing sensation caused him to stumble over to the wall and clench his eye. The whites of his fingernails pierced through his flesh. A small centimeter divot dripped blood to the floor. It was just like before at the visitation of his friends, but now he felt the full extent.

"Tsk!" Geus spat on top of the grounded blood. "The hell is this? It's, it's not normal." Geus growled through the pain. His legs became wobbly. He was barely able to stand on his own. His hand struggled to find any time of grip on the glossed, smooth concrete wall. The gas flowed out again and against the groves of his arm. It rolled off his fingertips and managed to create a hand size hole. "What is this!" Geus shouted.

"Part of the defensive initiative of your gas mask. Electromagnetic shocks attached to the mask stun parts of your gum. Then drive directly up to the connected part, in this case, we're hitting your vision."

The doors directly ahead of the elevator's opened. Heavy steps now echoed around the walls. The chuckle burned his ears along with the thunderous steps that bludgeoned the drums. His one good eye saw Iroh's cockily enter. His hands embraced a clap every few seconds. Each tooth that exposed through his gaped mouth seered a fire pain through his eye.

"You want to know why I can find every way to stop you from getting too high?" Iroh tisked his tongue as he locked the distance to Geus. The cold metal of his fingers gripped the bottom flesh of his face. "Ever heard of cross-breeding? I mean, you must've since of your one classmate. Perfectly bread for what I was destined to be. A commander that didn't lead." Each second that past, another again link his fingers created. "My father told me that every day. After he lost his father's father to some of the first quirk users, he set out to create the perfect offspring to hold those who didn't use it for justice." The links formed around Geus's neck and locked tightly in place. A bit of air could no longer flow out of his throat, it was clear to Geus what Iroh wanted to do. "I know you see me as a villain, a bad guy that does bad things. But I really just want to punish those who really deserve it." Iroh clenched down harder and lifted Geus into the air. "It's just our government's fault of holding me back. Because others are better than me? Tell me how many wardens can defeat a killer of two. I could care less about children inside a pilot program. I'll forge this place into what it is meant to be." Even though he threatened Geus's life, none of his voice rose a single decibel. It was just loud enough to pass through the sirens. It was so calm, yet so hectic. "Psychodelic and shackles. Those are my quirks boy. Now if I choke you out just right, your body won't sieze out and erupt gas into my eyes."

"You're" Geus attempted to speak with the rest of the air he had left. "an idiot."

A single eyebrow rose on Iroh's face. A mouth shape dampened color took shape at the center of his mask. Iroh took notice and tightened his grip around Geus's neck. A laugh muttered out of his lips. A small hole was created with his gas emerged through. Iroh turned visibly angry, his forearm tensed up. It tightened forward, his leg pressed harder on the ground and twisted around with the rest of his body. The links around his neck released from his fingers and launched Geus across the room. His shoulder pressed first into the opposite wall, the sounds of both his shoulder and the wall cracking overpowered the siren.

"Power?" Iroh cleared his hands of dust with a handkerchief and shoved it back inside his jacket pocket. "No matter what you do, no matter what you say." Iroh squatted down near to Geus's level. The quirk that covered his hand pressed down onto Geus's skull. He twisted his face to face him. Blood covered the of his face along with bruises on his eye. The hole in his mask was larger, enough to reveal his mouth. Iroh rubbed his face as a depressed sigh released. "If I let you win or lose, I will always be on top." He moved Geus's face to the cameras in the room. "Strange how you deactivated them." Iroh shrugged. "Oh well." Iroh heard Geus groan. He looked down at the boy with pity in his eyes. "You may be a criminal now, hell you once had me believe you didn't do it. And you could be and if the day comes and I have to tell the court of this, you won't get out so easy my friend. So take my recommendation to just sit down.

"Note... Coat pocket." Geus muttered out.

Iroh peaked into what Geus said, a smile lit up his face right after. "Ah yes, I received a call from your aunt of their location and I sent the tip to the proper forces."

Geus's eyes shocked open, his arm whipped around underneath Iroh's form arm and tug. His legs wrapped the bent elbow and crashed Iroh to the ground. He followed up and jumped on top of him. The flames of his gas were darker, Iroh saw the purple fill his eyes. Geus's pure hand jabbed down into Iroh's pinned elbow. The speed of his quirk tripled, it instantaneously wrapped his arm in the gas and hardened. Four spikes lacerated Iroh's joint. The first real scream came out of Iroh. The churn and cracks of bone heightened the screams. The tips of the spikes opened up for the flow to release through every brittle chunk and between each vein. The gas overfilled and spilled outside the four open wounds. Under the cover of the dark purple smoke, it melted the skin down to the bone. His other arm solidified the gas around it with a thousand spikes all around. His arm touched the back of his head and swung for Iroh's jaw. It clashed directly with the bone and snapped it from place. Blood squirted out and splattered across the floor.

Geus followed the trail up to the door. A now visible smile was on his own face. The sound sight rested his heart rate, the two hundred beats a minute rate lowered just below a hundred. He felt the jagged grooves of his face then to the rings of his torn mask.

"You're going to regret all of this." Iroh coughed up another splatter of blood. "That school, gone. That girl, gone. All your hopes of freedom, gone."

Geus pushed his body off of Iroh. He limped over to the door and tugged on the 'n' shape handle. It was locked as he thought. His body managed to turn around and step over to the fallen warden.

"I don't have a key on me as you think." Iroh groaned with a laugh. "That quirk you got is more powerful than any of us could imagine." His one good arm pressed its hand on the concrete and attempted to push itself up. It gave way and dropped back down. "I can feel that acid feeling down to my toes. Can't even curl them."

Geus looked up to the window. The gas from his mouth flowed down to his shoulder and hardened around the joint. "I don't need you anyways." He knelt down to Iroh and yanked the note from his pocket.

His head sway side to side with a sad smug face. Gas flowed directly up to the row of windows. A set of split gas wrapped around the bars of two windows. He began to suck in the set gas. Without the resistance, he pulled himself into the air and to the windows. One set of the bars melted away along with the glass behind it. Geus prepped his legs and jumped back off the wall. Another foot of his quirk extended out and swung him to the open window.

"Don't do this!" Iroh shouted. "Get back in here!"

The escaped convict looked out into the night sky. A small jump out of the building and a mile between him and a fence stood freedom. There was no turning back now, to stay now would be a definite life sentence. The veins in his arm heated from the blood rush. His legs flexed and jumped out towards his freedom. Small padding landed on the ground before him. He rolled off the man-made slope and charged to the fence.

Two frightened guards blocked him from the rest of the way. The fear in their eyes was present, their legs were about to give, and their arms couldn't hold a strong defensive stance. The riot shields they held wobbled from their stagnant post. Geus held his arm out with the gas submerged his arm. His arm collided with the reinforced plastic. He broke through the top half of the shield and smacked against the hazmat suit. It was like paper on scissors for how easily Geus cut through the protective gear. The unprepared guard dropped to the ground, a loud scream continued to churn Geus's ear. His face didn't say it but his feelings desperately cried to resent what he did. To just turn around and plead to be forgiven. Only Geus knew he couldn't, he was so far deep.

His head snapped to the other direction, his covered hand pressed on the shield and melted right through. He was frozen in place, he couldn't even move from the shakes of fear. This look hit Geus, it was the same look Jiro and Momo gave. His attention switched over to the downed man. A different texture was across his face from his ear to his lip. The disfigurement made him look like a porcelain doll tossed near a fire. Now he looked back at the other guard. He cleared the effect from his arm. He spared this man from everything and proceeded.

The feeling of cold iron carried a hint of something he didn't know. A special feeling that warmed his hear. He opened his mouth and melted away the links. One step through, and now he was officially labeled as an escaped convict. Now it didn't matter what he did, all stations that plastered his face would call him dangerous. Which of course he was.

He unfolded the note, it just said the same thing his did. This note had one extra line, 'can't wait to see that cute of a man'. He crumbled the note and dropped it on the unkempt grass. Temperatures lowered drastically, all the adrenaline from his system vanished. Now all he could do was sit back into the thought of his actions. One was scarred forever, another disabled, and one possibly was dead. One call would place him as the most wanted man at the time. All those thoughts needed to dip away. He wanted to only focus on the note. The exact location of his cousin's location.