It was a dark, stormy night. Almost all was quiet in the maximum security penitentiary; save for the occasional screaming from the insane prisoners and the harsh winds, pouring rain, and the booming thunder that came with any horrible storm. The atmosphere felt dead, as if the happiness had been sucked right out of it. Of course this was the case all the time but this time it felt different, like something was going to happen.

"Get that power back on! Make sure patient 142 is secured!"

Lightning broke across the sky as three dogs bolted down the darkened hallways of the prison. They barked twice, then twice more. The response to these barks were the hurried footfalls of a group of guards over to the other side of the compound. This was where the more dangerous prisoners were housed, as well as the private laboratory. Close on their heels the guards loaded their weapons and cautiously made their way into the building.

The place was in ruins with pools of blood and bodies everywhere. Rows and rows of shelves and empty metal containers were thrown around the floor. A couple cabinets were on their side, with what looked to be slash marks in them. The dogs were in a corner whimpering, a sound that was drowned by a humming sound. Surprised the guards approached the next room carefully, flipping the safeties off of their rifles.

In the middle of this room was a huddled heap sitting on the floor. At first glance one would think that it was a jumbled mess of clothes and blankets, but on closer observation the group picked out the outline of a human, a female teenager to be precise. She sat with her legs tucked in, her head down, and her arms that were usually restrained by a complex handcuff system, free. Her long violet hair lay tangled across her body. Her bangs hung loose over her face, shadowing her eyes.

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She sat there thinking about what had happened and was happening constantly for so many months. She thought of the continuous screaming, the tests the doctors put her through to find out more about her powers, and the weekly meetings with the psychologist.

There was only one word to describe this place: Blackhole. This place was and is a blackhole from which nothing escaped. She thought that if she could have gone back in time to change what she did that day she would, in a heartbeat. The only entertainment she had were the newspapers the psychologist would give her so she could at least keep up with the times. They would also on rare occasions give her a comic book or two that would, seeing as how those were her favorite things to read. The only thing they didn't allow was the outside. Unlike others, she was permanently kept under lock and key. Not even a window was allowed if she was around.

But there was one hope. A week ago the psychologist had told her that she would soon be transported to a more secure facility. A trip that was supposed to happen today. If there was a chance to escape it would be then. While they were moving her.

As she contemplated this the lights suddenly went off. After a brief moment of confusion she realized that the power had gone out. She quickly stood up and closed her eyes breathing deeply as she removed her restraints. A second after she was done her ears perked up at the sound of the pounding of feet running up to her door. They were shouting at each other to step back and keep their guns at the ready.

Sighing she turned as one of the guards emerged from the doors, his own malicious smile filling his face as he stepped forwards menacingly.

"End of the line 142. Don't move." He ordered as he pulled out a pair of restraining handcuffs and walked forward.

She stepped backward instinctively as she rubbed her arms self-consciously.

"Secure the prisoner!" The lead guard barked as he pulled out a gun in one fluid movement and aimed toward her. Behind him the remaining guards raised their weapons as well.

A quick glance about the room took in the situation in a moment. At the door, two guards had their weapons trained on her. A single guard stood by the wall, eyes watching her sharply, ready to jump in and intervene. He didn't look to have a weapon. Everyone else has gone still and silent, freezing wherever they were
standing, not wanting to draw undo attention to themselves or get in the way.

The girl frowned, her eyes no longer a deep brown but a burning bright white. Her hand slowly raised upward toward the lead guard.

"Stand down 142." The guard walked forward to restrain her, however it was the wrong move. With one fluid flick of the wrist the guard was thrown off his feet and backwards into a wall. His head cracking loudly against the stone as he was knocked unconscious to the ground.

A gleeful, menacing grin spread across her face as the remaining guards backed up a step. All but the one who had been leaning against the wall. Hastily, he straightened his body and walked forward. It was then that she noticed he was wearing a Providence uniform. They were planning on sending her to Providence!

Her eyes glared venomously at him as she tightened her fists at her
sides, knuckles cracking faintly.

"There's only one way off this island." He said, raising both hands out to his sides, as if beckoning. "So come and get it."

She needed no more urging as she launched herself at him. With a fluid motion the agent side-stepped easily, her fist sailing within inches of his nose. One hand snapping out, he grabbed the outstretched arm, twisting and throwing the now yelping teen around and against the floor. He swiftly kicked her ribs, eliciting a pained grunt as she doubled up, hugging her side. Grabbing her arm, he lifted her up to face him.

Screaming she hammered her free elbow into the pit of his stomach. With an explosive gasp, all breath was torn from his lungs and he stumbled backward releasing her. Instantly the teen was on her feet and rushing him. Using this opportunity, she darted forward, wrapping both arms low around his waist. Surprised the agent tried to shake her off.

Despite her injured ribs, the teen still managed to put up a good fight. She hissed and flailed about wildly, clawing and lashing out at him as viciously as she could. She even managed to trade several good blows before being thrown off, hitting her head against the wall.

Sweat trickled down her back and arms, pooling on the floor. While a deep, fiery throbbing on the side of her head made it hard to focus.

The agent smirked as he walked toward her.

She groaned and closed her eyes as she accepted her fate. However as she opened her eyes, a swirling vortex made up of the many shades of red appeared before her. After a brief moment of confusion she realized that her prayers had been answered. She quickly stood up and went through the portal. Behind her she heard the pounding of feet as the agent rushed forward.

She smirked at his persistence and slowly fell through the vortex.