Devil spawn.

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United nations, Metahuman affair's offshore operations, Prison #83, off the coast of California...

Base commander Richards walked into the metallic laced room and took a seat at the table, slapping down a red folder filled with information. "So...Spiller...Is that your given name?" The commander looked over to the pink haired teen, picking at his teeth with his cuffed hands. "..Yeah..Like from the book "borrowers"? Me mum's favorite or some shit like that..Is this bloody collar necessary? I'm a seventeen year old for Christ's sake, i'm not gunna kill ya!" Spiller grabbed onto the tech collar around his neck and tugged on it, only making the commander chuckle.

"Very funny you little shit, that's the treatment telepaths get when they misbehave...They come here and get some leashes, next comes the scoldin', boy..." Richards sifted through the intel on the boy, very slim to say the least. "So, Spiller, been pretty busy lately. Says here after your mother died of cancer, you lived in the streets for a bit back over seas, that is of course, till you discovered you could mess with peoples heads..Thought that was pretty fun didn't you? But instead of being responsible with it, you went nuts..I don't blame ya son I really don't..See you are just like your no good cape killer father who left you, just as crazy too.." Richards got up while smirking at a now scowling Spiller, you could see the rage in his eyes. "Enjoy your stay here son, it's going to be a long one.." But just before the commander left the room, Spiller had one last bit to say. "Wont be as long as you think commander...And when I am done ere'? I'm going to make sure you eat your own badges, tosser!"

The punk was dragged by his arms, now wearing a black eye on his grinning face while being tossed into his stone laced cell. Dusting himself off, he was quick to place his fingers on his temples, trying to break the limits of the collar, which of course only resulted in a shock. "BUGGER! Bullocking Christ that hurt!" Spill shouted, slouching down against one of the walls and started carving graffiti into the walls with a loose stone, ready to get acquainted with his new living space...

(badass)

Would like to see more.

@clutch: You should Batman's Insider Suit out for a look.

@the_last_arashikage : Word. Thats a dope suit.

Tanks for the props and random suit talk gents XD

Nice :-)

@the_puzzler: Is it cool to say this takes place like....7months or more after the current Venz situation?

@the_last_arashikage: Totes fine :)

@the_puzzler:

Hearing the door of the solitary cell slam shut, an eccentrically cadenced voiced rumbled from the adjacent cage. Tucked deep within the concealing shadows of the poorly lit cell it called out to the young telepath. "Weaker men in a position of power often fail to grasp the grim severity of their unraveling situation. Bars, guns, and guards, have indoctrinated them with a false sense of security thus they view the Sharks as a guppies, but we know differently, dont we mutant?" leaning forward revealing the large M tattooed over his left eye. "My name is Charlemagne LeBeau" his jaw visibly wired shut stemming from an unwarranted boot to face during his time in Venezuela. "And I have a proposition for you...."

@the_last_arashikage: Spiller slowly looked over at the ox of a man, it didn't take his powers to know this person was no stranger to evil. One thing Spill knew though, was he liked the way he talked.

"LeBeau eh? You're that rich bloke from the states, some sort of politician..What would a suit like you have for a mutie like me?" The rebel leaned up against his own bars, a cocky grin on his face while running his hand through his pink hair.

@the_puzzler: "Rich politician? I'm afraid your facts are a little.....outdated, but no matter. First things first." his words trailing off just as a large explosion ripped through the solitary wing of the prison allowing the Ultra-Sapien's handsomely paid mercenaries, the Hounds, the flood in. Stolen tech and a plethora of various implementations quickly shutting down the security grid allowing each cell door to open on their own releasing some of North America's most violent criminals. Stepping before the young telepath's cell he grinned. "Interested?"

@the_last_arashikage: Spiller grinned as his collar beeped and shut off, the lock on the back clicking open and falling off his slender neck. With a sadistic look in his now glowing pink eyes, he looked down the corridor to see a few guards, one ready to toss a grenade right down the hall.

But with a simple tilt of MIND F's head, the guard's arm froze in place just before he was going to throw it. "What are you doing!? TOSS IT!" One of the men said just before it blew up in his hand, killing the small squad of guards. "Ahh..Much better!" He cackled while looking back to his liberator.

"You got yourself a deal mate, I like the cut of your jib..There is something I need to do before we head out though..Something you need to do too..Second to bottom floor, make your way there and I will have more for you, trust me when you want what's down there mate." MIND F smiled before walking down the corridor, tapping on his temple."I'll be in here the whole time if you need anything.."His voice echoed in LeBeau's mind.

"You and you, with me, now.." MIND F commanded two hounds with a touch of his temple, them nodding right after and escorting him towards the elevator leading to Commander Richard's office..

@the_puzzler: (ran out of steam lol I'll throw something up here in a bit)

@the_last_arashikage: Cool with me duder :)

@the_puzzler: Arching his brow before subtly shaking his head in amusement, the master of martial arts Darwinism's immediate dismissal of the young but powerfully telepathic mutant's intrusion was silently executed through his own cerebral constitution. Mentally fortified against such actions through the stolen capabilities of the deceased, Xenon, the only time the pink haired prisoner would be allowed inside the Arashikage's thoughts would be when he deemed it a necessary evil.

Pressing his boot firmly against the neck of a partial conscious guard while tying the laces, he waited while a member of his Hound unit handed him his specially engineered mask. Contemplating the required effort it would take to continue on downstairs. "Go and see whats done there, and hurry." delegating the duty rather then inconveniencing himself.

@the_last_arashikage: Richard's fumbled through his desk for his gun while in the room before his office, three guards had their weapons pointed at the elevator right as it dinged. As soon as the doors opened however, the guards saw nothing, or at least that's what MF made them see while he created a psionic flintlock pistol and ordered the two hounds to each shoot one of the men, leaving MF to fire a 'bullet' right through the head of the guard in the middle, putting him in a coma state.

"Wait here.." He told the hounds while kicking in the office door, placing his fingers on his temple just as Richards was about to pull the trigger on his pistol pointed right at the prodigy. He took control of that arm, slowly forcing it to point at Richard's stomach and fire three shots, making him scream and fall back into his chair. "Wow mate..It's like you didn't read my file or anything...Speaking of files..." MIND F walked right up to the commander and grabbed a hold of his head, forcing him to stare into the glowing pink eyes. MF delved deep into his mind to find the code for the security protocols in the basement where all the files were kept, files of mutants that were considered threats to mankind and were planned on being imprisoned here.

"Goon one and Goon two, a gave you all you'll need to crack the security for the file room, grab every file that is colored red and bring it to LeBeau.." MF telepathically commanded the Hounds LeBeau sent to the basement, now grinning at the commander. "I appreciate the cooperation mate..I really do.." He laughed in the commander's weak face while slapping him, turning around and walking for the door. "Oh and commander...Remember I told you to eat those badges of yours..." The rebel grinned at the noise of Richards starting to eat the large military metals he wore on his uniform as he returned to the elevator.

"Alright, I'm done with the hell hole, let's get the bloody hell out of here.." Spiller walked back over to LeBeau just as the hounds returned from the basement with the said files. "Trust me, these are muties you're going to want to track down.."