As soon as Justin turned on the security system, additional metal walls started to close the corridors to the major areas of the prison. The cells were also being sealed, trapping all the criminals temporarily inside. They were unable to hear anything outside from their cell.
Tap Tap Tap!
Sound of footsteps echoed in the vacant, dark corridors as a Black clad figure with white mask walked to the first cell from the entrance.there were cells with metal doors with a name plate on them on both sides of the corridoor. The silver name plates on the black door were reflicting the lights.
The whole corridor was dimly lit with the few working celing lights, making the black figure to appear creepier than it actually was and to add a greater effect, the bodies of various guards were lying behind of the floor behind. Truely the line of work in legal departments can be dangerous. If one was to look carefully he would notice that a little red mist was still lingering around these bodies.
Lucious stood in front of a metal door with a number plate attached to it , it read "001:Charles Horder"
He stared at the metal door for a few seconds and then moved ahead to look at the door of the next adjecent cell. The next cell had a name plate saying "002:Jimmy crooks".
He was about to move to the next cell but someone was blocking his way. A man in black uniform, with a silver Star pinned on his pocket was standing in the middle of the corridoor, blocking the way.
" I don't know how you managed to break into the prison, but you certainly didn't come with permission. Because if you were to come with permission, I would have known..... After all I am the warden here" The man said in a bold voice.
Without waiting for an answer the man dashed towards Lucious, the first rule of dealing with a criminal was to never give them a chance to attack.
He was certainly a few times faster than a normal human, but that was it, his speed was nothings very special.....well for Lucious.
He covered the distance between them in less than a second punching Lucious with a heavy hand....But the only thing his hands met was deep red mist. The man was not there anymore,
Lucious was standing behind him staring at the warden with vacant eyes...or rather eye,only is one eye was visible.
'What the hell, wasn't he just standing here just now, how the hell is he there' the warden thought, hastily turning around and taking a fighting stance.
"You sure are quick, not many people would be able to doge that" The warden said.
His left hand was slowly reaching to the pistol on his waist, even if he was confident on his abilities he still wanted to finish the fight soon. Dragging a fight could result in some drastic results. This was something all the supers fully understood, they all have underestimated their opponent at least once . This was a trait of powerful people, and this man has managed to break into the prison, this was something that only someone truely powerful could do.
"Where is Oliver Lutkins" A plain voice echoed in his ears. The warden heard those words like they were spoken directly into his ears by someone, rather than the man he was looking at, standing at least 10 meters away.
"Where is Oliver Lutkins being kept, warden" he heard that emotionless voice again, but this time it sounded like someone spoke if from just behind him, but that cannot be possible, the intuder was standing just before him, he had not moved an inch.
The warden did not panick, he had dealt with many criminals in his career, most of them were supers, some of them had quite dangerous powers, but he had always managed to deal with them.
"Have you come here to free Lutkins, that filth literally killed newborns, if you want to free him, you must also be a filth like him" The warden said in a disguised tone, Oliver lutkins was a pyscopath who killed for fun, he killed all 89 people, including newborn babies in a hospital 4 months ago, even he who has dealt with these criminals with supernatural powers all his life was disgusted with something like this.
"Where is Oliver Lutkins, warden" The emotionless voice resonded aging, this time from his left.
"Do you think I am your slave, I have tortured more supers in my life than the people you have met with" The warden shouted, finally his hands reached the gun and he pulled the trigger.The shout was just a diatraction for him to take the gun out quickly.
Surely the bullet can kill him but breaking into a prison was a serious crime, even if the intruder dies he would just make up some story and no one would blame him. He liked killing these types of criminals anyway, they were just going to waste the prison food if allowed to live, such people just lived to make other's life harder.
The gun he fired from was a hyperviberation semi auto pistol, capable passing though a 5 inch concrete wall.
However the bullet never hit the intuder, as the man was now standing just in front of him at his previous location was just some red mist.
Now he could clearly see that disturbing red eye. That eye was strange, just looking at it was giving him an omnious feeling.
Suddenly the warden felt as if a mountain was put on him, he fell to the ground, his bones cracking under the immense pressure he was feeling. The intruder crouched next to him and tilted his head to the left.
"Where is Oliver Lutkins" He heard the same thing 4 th time, but this time it was different, this time he was fearful of this voice which he could not guess the direction of. In all his life, he has dealt with criminals who had powers far surpassing his own but he never felt this kind of fear. If was..... It was as if the fear was an istinct, as if his body was instinclty fearing the figure in front of him.
The pressure on his body releases a little, he took a deep breath, and opened his mouth-
"Fourth floor, 3rd cell from the right from the stairs"
The warden blurted out,
"Huh"
The warden was surprised on hearings his own words, did he just tell him what this guy was asking for.
"What did you...just do? " The guard bellowed, still laying stiff on the metal floor once again, his bones screaming in agony.
The figure stood up, "I did not do anything, you told me that yourself.... People truely do quite some amusing things in fear."
The emotionless voice echoed in his ears one again.
Suddenly the pressure on the warden increased... And the next second, all that was left of the warden was a puddle of guts and blood.