Superheroes

[Abishai]

Whatever the professor had in mind needed to work, and work fast. Doc had heard countless stories about what happened to people in prison. Sure this wasn't prison, was it? Whatever it was it couldn't be much better. Sure he had all of the comforts fo home. . . or the illusion of said comforts. It was getting old having to send his illusions away whenever a guard came past.

The guards must have stolen a page out of some ruthless interrogaters memoirs. They seemed intent to not let him have any sleep. Almost as if they knew the effect sleep deprivation would have. Perhaps they did, that would explain the high level of suicides in jail, as well as the high levels of confessions. People would do anything to get out of here.

[Abishai]

Utilizing the powers of his illusions Doc fashioned a fake model of himself just over the top of his own body. The illusion fit like a glove, and helped to hide the light that was constantly on in the hallway. With the illusion of him being awake all night in place, Doc went to sleep immedietly. His last thought that night. . . damn, I hope the Prof. can work some magic, I can't stay in this place forever.

[Deimos]

*The room was cold and damp, the scent of cardboard and moist wood permeated througout the space, in addition to this, it rocked uncontrollably as water trickled from leaks in the ceiling and walls. This was the cargo hold of the trade vessel -The Narciss- and the current stay of a young Russian lad. He appeared in his late teens or early twenties, had jet black hair tied into a short ponytail, and looked quite worn down for his age. His ensemble was a beaten Western duster, over an obscenely dirty black shirt and trousers...completed with old cowboy boots of; of which the left boot was missing its spur. The lad sat curled in a corner, his knees to his chest; with his eyes glowing a brilliant violet in a glare of deep concentration. Unlike his surroundings, this one was quite warm...*

Russian Lad: "Ugh...how long is this going to take...I must make it to this...this DSi I was told of...the Mother Country has gone mad" *rubs off droplets of water from his face, from the leaking hull*"I can only generate internal heat for so long..."

((I wanted to join in..since I had already made someone...so here it is, hope no one minds))

[Abishai]

The light from the barred window made its way into the small cell. Doc woke slowly, his aching body telling him that he should have at least tried to sleep on the bed. He looked over at the lumpy mattress on the bed and changed his mind instantly. He wasn't going to get any real sleep in here, he'd better face that.

As he contemplated his sleeping conditions, two large policemen strolled down to his cell.

"You're coming with us, and you're going to love this."

[Fargo Squire]

Fargo was walking down the street, trumpet in hand, headed to his weekly lesson. He was looking forward to it, and to getting some food afterwards. Just as he was about to turn the last corner on the familiar route, he heard a shout from behind him.

"Hey, you there! Fargo Squire, you're under arrest for robbery and attempted murder!" yelled the leading officer, closely followed by another. He was big, and was fast, and Fargo knew he couldn't outrun the guy.

"I didn't do anything!" Fargo said. The man roughtly cuffed him and marched him to the police car.

"Wrong. We've got your fingerprints on the book that was used to attack the store owner, and you're walking down the street with the stolen item. Do you think the law is blind, kid?" the officer then rattled off the usual rights and restrictions, and they drove away.

[Deimos]

*The lad at this point had lost any track of time whatsoever...mostly due to the lack of a time telling device being anywhere within visible range. He had decided to sleep until the ship stopped; hopefully where it was supposed to. When he arose, the rocking had stopped while the leaks simply got less irritating; he then decided to take a look at his current whereabouts by burning a small hole by his side, just enough to look through...The view nearly brought him to tears, it was as if he just looked at an expensive postcard of foreign nations at the store back in the Mother Country...towers and buildings make the background of a barely visible flag on dock...the flag of the US...*

Russian Lad: "hah...I made it...I made it out, out here..."

[Abishai]

The room was dark, very dark. Pannels on the wall made it quite apparent that what went on in this room wasn't heard anywhere else. . . the furniture in the room made it evident just what did happen in the room. A small metal chair was in the center of the room, lying next to it were a car battery and a set of jumper cables. On the right side of the room a table could be seen, a surgical table. Right next to it a small tray of surgical tools were visible.

So Nathaniel do you want to confess now, or do we have to pay the man for an hours work?

[Fargo Squire]

Fargo was rudely thrust into the cell, damp and cold, still unaware of his crime. They'd taken his trumpet, as expensive as it was, and said that he had stolen it. I'm going to have to do something about this...

He desperately searched his mind for a node that might contain some "forgotten" information. If there was one, he'd hidden it well this time.

[nidhiki]

"Hey...kid." sounded from an adjacent cell. "Over here...left wall. I'm in the cell next to yours." The voice in the other cell sighed. "What'd they get you for?" the voice asked.....

[Fargo Squire]

"Huh?" Fargo was surprised by the voice, but he soon figured out what it was asking. "I don't... They say I stole a trumpet and attacked the store owner with a book, but I didn't do it. That was my trumpet, and I've never even been to that store," he was desperate to plead his case to someone who would listen.

[nidhiki]

"....bastards." the voice said. "They shafted me in a similar way." The voice then seemed to clear its throat. "The name's Mae." it then said. "They busted me while I was just walking down the street. Charged me with trespassing on private porperty......I SWEAR those morons are just making stuff up to arrest random people!" She didn't seem all too amused...

[Abishai]

The pain was intense, extremely intense. So intense that he had to be woken. . . several times. More times than he could recall actually. They crazy one that shared his allias never did use anything other than the battery on him, but that was enough. After several hours of being brutally shocked he was ready to do just about anything. Mentally he screamed at the professor. . . Help me damnit, I can't take this any more.

[Fargo Squire]

"Got it!" Fargo's cry could be heard throughout the cell block, but he didn't care. He'd remembered.

He quickly reached out and grabbed the bars. Concentrating all of his power, his very essence, he began to heat them. The bars began to turn read, to become weak, and to bend.

"It's only a matter of time now."

[nidhiki]

"Mind letting me out too, kiddo?" Mae asked. "I'm kinda tired of my involuentary stay here..."

[Abishai]

Doc woke aware that he was lying on his back. The bright light shining in from the hallway made him aware that he was back in his cell. He ran his hands over his body checking to make sure that everything was intact, and worked correctly. As far as appearances, everything looked fine. He still hurt like hell though. The crazy ass doctor had fried him repeatedly. He wondered just how much juice he had been forced to take.

The thought of juice made his stomache growl, and he wondered what, if anything, they would serve for breakfast.