Tall, dark and loathsome sat in his cell. Arms and legs chained to the walls like some kind of animal.
Well, in a sense, he really is.
Spades Slick tugged lightly on the chain. He could easily break it with the super strength he'd taken from that man several years ago. But the Government captured Spades, and locked him up. They think his only power is super strength, and as that's what it is right now, he'll kill the rest of the Prisoners in this place if need be. He's not afraid to shed a little blood. Really, he's eager to kill everything and everyone that purely exists.
He could hear the annoying harmonica start back up again. He gave another tug on his chain. Nothing happened. Maybe they'd taken a break from monitoring him? He was never allowed out to eat. He'd just kill everyone, and the Guards knew it. If he could, Slick would bathe in blood every morning. He only took pleasure in killing. But he wasn't a total monster. He had feelings...
Wait, never mind. That was a lie. He's totally is empty and heartless.
He grit his teeth, sharp fangs. The harmonica had stopped playing. It was lunch time for some of the Prisoners. If he wasn't being monitored, he could try it again. It's been a while, and they probably think they've tamed him. Sadly, no. No one can tame a Spade. Standing up, he ripped the chains from the wall with ease.
Nothing happened.
With an air of grim satisfaction, Spades made his way to the bars of his cage. He would rip those off and use them to bash in everyone's face. EVERYONE'S.
He gripped the bars with both hands, and began to convulse. With a bright light, and an electric explosion, Jack Noir was knocked into the other end of his cell. They'd electrified the bars. He looked up in pure hatred as the gates opened, and Guards rushed in to subdue him.
Next time, then.
Next time.