"<Prisoner number 1327, please report in the medical wing.>"
The Spanish voice echoed over the speakers as the cafeteria in Santa Prisca's number one prison suddenly grew quiet. Eyes darted around left and right, searching for the one known as 1327- the prisoner without a name. The intimidating prisoner that everybody simply called Bane. Moments passed until finally a man slowly stood up. This man was not a special man. He was not the first that the mysterious Spanish voices called out to. Over the course of the entire day over a dozen men had gone to the medical wing... But none had returned.
Cracking his neck, the one known as Bane started to almost sluggishly walk toward the door leading out of the lunchroom. A shame, too. Tamales were the special for this day... Sniffing distastefully, he walked out of the room to the prison, headed for the medical wing in silence. He was an average looking man, if not an intimidating one, with long scars leading down his face from his many fights within the walls of Pena Duro Penitentiary. Hair chopped short, eyes icy blue, and standing just over six foot seven... Nobody wanted to get into a fight with him.
"<Oi! Luchador!>" A lone voice called out from one of the nearby cells. The huge man turned his head lightly, eyeing the man who spoke to him. Bird. A strange one. Nothing like any of the other inmates... Bird was sitting by the window of the cell, putting little breadcrumbs as far as his hand could reach past the bars, feeding a small murder of crows delicately. A strange hobby, the man's birdwatching was unlike anything the prisoners had ever seen... And for that reason, they decided to rough him up every once in a while.
As was obvious now, with the black eye sticking out like a sore thumb on the face of the prisoner. A friend of Bird's, Bane first came to know the avian criminal when he first found the other brutal criminals plowing his face in. The only one in Bird's defense, the larger man took a sort of liking to the criminal, even if nobody else would. Now the two of them had a sort of frenemy relationship... The cunning and manipulative Bird and the strong but otherwise well-mannered Bane. "<I see you, Bird. On my way to the medical bay.>"
"<You know what they're doin' in there, right?>" The scrawny man grinned almost deviously. Frowning, the giant shook his head, a slight fear rising in his stomach. With a bark of laughter, Bird turned back to his crows, handing them more bread from the lunchroom. "<Best ya don't know. Wouldn't wanna scare ya...>" The bark of laughter came back into his voice, a cruel and condescending sound that made Bane feel inferior. No matter. The luchador turned and kept walking down the hallway, the prison guards on the end opening the doors with a look of distaste in their eyes. Bane ignored them.
Instead, he squinted his eyes to the doctors that stood over a bloody operating table, green liquid bubbling in a vat beside them. Turning, one of them smiled. "<Ah, prisoner number... 1327.>" He had to check his clipboard to get the name right (or rather the number) before offering a seat on the operating table. "<The son of the King Snake. Very famous wrestler here in Pena Duro, your father. Shame he got caught in drug distribution, leaving you here after he offed himself, eh?>" The comment was not very nice. And Bane noticed.
Within seconds the doctor was raised off the floor, a huge hand wrapped around his throat as he kicked his feet uselessly. Prison guards stumbled in finding their guns, and pointed at the giant, commanding him to set down the doctor. "Do not speak of my father to me ever again, Doctor... Or else I'll rip off your head." Bane spoke in fluid English this time, instead of Spanish, so that the American doctor would understand him better. Dropping the man- who fell sprawled on the ground feebly, gasped for breath as the imposing man took a seat on the operating table.
"Now pump me up with whatever that is so I can die like the rest and get out of here." He spat the last part, laying down and letting the guards strap him to the table. Bane did not like the prison. He did not like his father who had left him in there to rot, or the charming doctors who thought they could woo him over with short-skirt nurses and soft music playing in the room. The grizzled prisoner saw right through it all. At what was really going on. At the military general and the warden, whispering to each other and watching the process. The doctors stuck his forearm with the small needle, pumping in the liquid as one of them spoke- the same one that he had strangled.
"It has a fancy chemical compound name, but some of the other prisoners that are in here call it... Venom." The name was by no means flattering. Narrowing his eyes at the almost neon colored substance, he started to slowly feel a change inside of him. At first it felt like a rising heat inside his chest, until he saw that he was actually growing in size. His heart rate beat on a monitor beside the table, speed increasing rapidly as he transcended the rates of normal men, when most would burst out of pure stress, but not Bane. His shirt soon ripped, and a feeling of pure elation filled him, like he was suddenly more than superhuman. More than a god.
Standing up off the operating table, he realized he was now much taller than everyone else in the room. But his power sent him into a frenzy, his vision blurring as he perceived everything slower. Grabbing the doctor closest to him, he lifted him up like one would a baby and tossed him into the two guards before they could draw their pistols, the three men colliding together roughly. Walking toward the military general, he was surprised deep down inside to find him smiling. Smiling in the face of death. Fool. His neck snapped like paper.
"This prison is mine!"He barked at the warden, lifting him up off the ground and snarling. "And it will always be mine."
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