The first thing Jack did was fall down upon all fours vomiting up everything he held in his stomach for the last week. As he wiped away the vomit from around his mouth he began taking note of his new surroundings. It was dark. Pitch black dark, almost dark with an eerie feeling about it. The last thing Jack remembered before his arrival here was an mechanical whirling noise that seemed to of surround him. It could have been anything from a transporter to a mind controlling device but whatever it was the only thing Jack knew about it was the side effects made him nauseous. But right now that didn't matter, what did matter is where the hell is he? Like a novice he place his hands around his mouth and shouted “Hello, Is there anybody here?” but there was no reply.
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Jack was beginning to feel uncomfortable in his new surroundings but luckily he had an ace up his sleeve. After the accident that bestowed his special abilities on him, one of his little tricks was the power to see in the dark. With a small shift to his pupils the void of darkness gave way to a rather rudimentary description of images. Unfortunately there was still nothing there to see, It was just an endless void of nothing except for him and a foul smelling pile of vomit at his feet. This was now way above Jacks head and he knew it. Instead of trying to figure it out he reached for the communication devise located inside his ear. But instead of being able to communicate with his friend, Jack was shocked to find the devise was no longer there. Now with a more enraged voice he screamed out loud “This isn't funny any more, Somebody better start explaining things fast or else!”
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After what seemed an eternity waiting for a response there was still nothing but the awkward silence. Jack tried to calm himself down with several long deep breaths but it only irritated him even more. “Alright!” he shouted, “I'll play your game for now. But when I get my hands on you sonny, you're going to regret it!” With that said Jack began scratching the back of his neck wondering exactly what his next move should be. Finally he came up with learning about the perimeters of his cell. Immediately four mechanical arms spouted from Jacks back and began extending in each directions. Left, right forward and behind him, his arms continued to travel on and on. After traveling what seemed a hundred yards in all directions, and still not making contact with anything, Jack recoiled his arms back within him. “Okay!” he shouted “I'll give you that one. This place is vast but I'm still going to get out of here and when I do you will be sorry!”
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Jack was running out of options fast. In his world of crime fighting he relied on his friend as the brains of the team, so without his communication devise he felt useless. He had the option of wondering around aimlessly but that seemed a waste of time. Then he realized he never searched for a roof. Again one mechanical arm extended from Jack's back and traveled upwards. Then just as Jack was about to give up, his arm finally collided with a solid force twenty yards above him. He still could not see anything above him but he now knew it was there. With a wave of confidence and joy Jack boasted “A Ha, I've got you now!” Jack then raised another of his four mechanical arms so that the two extended ones could begin smashing a large hole in whatever structure was above him.
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But just as Jack pulled back before the devastating blow a loud mechanical whirling noise echoed through out the location. Immediately Jack recognized it as the same sound that he heard before arriving in this nightmare. In a state of confusion he looked around his dark prison looking for anything that would explained where the devilish sound came from. Then finally he saw it. Alone figure of a man began to fluctuate in and out of existence. As the mans body continued to materialize in front of him it was a clear sign that the noise did in fact come from a teleporter. Jack had only seconds before the man was whole again and he need to make some quick decisions. Jack didn't know who was about to appear, it could be another prisoner like him or it could be the person who trapped him here. .
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But Jack was a good natured man, one willing to give anyone a chance and as such he went with the assumption the new fellow was a prisoner like him. Jack did not wish for the new guy to awake to a void of darkness for he himself knew how devastatingly scary it was. Instead Jack altered the location of his arms so that one was recoiled as the other was now placed between him and the new guy. With it there Jack charged a flow of electricity through it until there was a large spark between the so called spiked fingers at the end of his extended arm. It wasn't much of one but it was enough to light up the room much like a single candle. All that was left was for the man to rematerialize as Jack was now hoping and praying he made the right call. But he still had no idea what would happen next!
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