Lero calmly sat on the floor, finishing a tray of fish sticks. The meal was pitiful, as the food was barely edible, but he wasn't going to get any other form of nutrition not eating. Being in the prison complex for the last two weeks was beginning to take a toll on his body, as his muscles began to stiffen and becoming sore due to the schedule, which would almost make him stronger, if he wasn't getting more food. But he quickly was learning how things went around here.
At least in the corner of the cafeteria, he could note the hundreds of prisoners sitting across, making an uproar. Lero wasn't going to bother with any of them, and not finding that creepy old man was definitely relieving. His plan to escape here though was just only starting, and as slow as progress had been going, he had to make due with what he had.
During his current time here, he had been collecting silverware every time they ate, specifically forks and spoons. And each night, he would began to bend and break apart the utensils, attempting to create sharp bits for later. He had plans to make makeshift weapons and use them on a guard, and attempt to break out that way. But considering the prison complex, he doubted they wouldn't mind lighting both of them up, just so he had no chance of escape. The cells didn't have any windows, and the only fresh air they could come in was through the cell doors, and which the guards swept the perimeter exactly every three minutes and four seconds past his cell, taking a quick peek before going onwards.
Hoping his cot was still holding up, he finished the last fish stick, and was getting up, before a man was hurled to his side. Looking up, he saw a buff dude the size of the long tables themselves, walk towards his way, before pummeling the knocked down man. Lero didn't turn around, as he quickly began making his way across the room, guards already pulling out their weapons and clubs to break it up.
"Where do you think you're going?" Lero heard a voice call out, although he didn't turn around and continued moving.
"I'm talking to you, mote!" the person mimicked his voice.
Great, Lero turned around, to see a small gang of five members stare him down, watching him.
"What do you bloody want?" Lero puffed, trying to get back to his cell.
"I want you to come here." what he assumed was the leader, who stood among them, due to his tall height with an extremely slim body like a toothpick.
"Hahaha!" Lero started laughing at the sight, clutching his stomach, "You're not that intimating, I mean I've seen healthier."
The gang just laughed back at the claim, as the man approached Lero, staring him down, a good three feet taller than him. Lero wiped a tear away, as the man took a deep breath, and quickly muscles began to break through the skin, revealing an extremely powerful man. Even with the power-blocking cuffs that almost everyone had to wear, unless you were powerless, the man seemed fine and nowhere in pain.
"This is what you must be assuming?" the man grinned at him, to which Lero gulped.
"Oh funtric, I've been blasted away now, haven't I!" Lero began to back away, "I want no harm, or problems."
"I know what you've been doing." the man laughed, "You want out of here, don't you?"
Lero stopped moving, in a bit of surprise. How did he know what he wished to do? Didn't everyone want to leave here, was that not obvious?
"I have no idea what you wish for. Not going to waste my time with you slumps." Lero brushed off, while he began to walk backwards, not turning around.
"You've been stealing our "cooking" supplies haven't you?" one of the grunts spoke, his hands twitching, "We needed those."
"Cooking supplies? This is no bakery or cookout lads." Lero was confused, before the lanky man slammed his fist down on the table next to them, breaking it in half.
"Heh, we understand you might want something, so we'll give it to you." the man grinned causally, as if everything was okay, before he punched Lero's gut.
Lero spat out in shock, as he rolled across the ground, and through a small crowd of females within the complex.
They just looked at the body in disgust, as they shuffled away, while the tall man began making his way towards him.
"Arocut, we have the right guy, right?" one of the grunts asked the tall man himself.
"Of course, you two, search his cell. I've been paying attention, it's P384." Arocut told two of the grunts to move to, with no objection, "And you two, stay with me. We're going to be teachers today!"
Meanwhile, Lero slowly pushed himself up, struggling to steady himself, as Arocut was only several meters away. Why didn't he have powers, for a moment like this?
"Your powerless, there's no surprise about that. It'll just make this easier." Arocut looked down at the weakened man, "Unless you give us back our supplies."
"I, don't bloody have it." Lero wiped his bloodied nose, taking note of the guards beginning to make their way towards them. "Listen to me well."
Arocut didn't even say a word, as one of his grunts shifted in front of Lero and knocked him across the face. Staggering back, Lero placed his hand on a nearby wall, until the other grunt pulled him off, and held him tight. Low on energy, he attempted to bit the man's arm, only for himself to scream in pain. Turns out, that it wasn't any ordinary skin, but hard like a rock. Feeling blood coming out of his mouth, Lero slumped his head down, only for it to be forced back up, and punched again. The motion repeated several times, as Lero could barely force himself to stay awake, as Arocut walked past him and his grunts, before the guards could finally break up the beating.
Lero fell to the side, as one of guards pushed him down, and for a moment, he believed that he was getting relieved. That was until the guard whipped out a baton. On my powers, no, Lero attempted to lift his hand to protect himself. The guard managed to get four hits in, before someone pushed him off.
"He's already injured, get him some help!" Lero heard the voice speak, eyes barely open.
It was another guard, someone with actual compassion, as he attempted to lift the man up.
"Leave him on the ground, where they belong!" a much louder voice boomed through the room.
Shifting his head, Lero sighed a breath, not of relief, but rather exhaust. It was the extremely buff man he had saw when he first entered the prison, who turned out to be the prison warden himself.
"But sir, he' clearl-" the guard managed to croak out.
"Drop him now!" the warden cried out.
Lero didn't even feel a thing, as he already faded unconscious before the guard could lightly place him back on the ground. This prison was almost anarchy-like, and less rules would continue to make sure that the place stayed as so.