Jonathan stood over the contorted body of the Warder. So far his incursion into the famed Purgatory Prime had gone unnoticed and the powerful telepath actually thought the guardians of the prison were better off that way.
Autocrat had ordered his Harbinger to make a clarion call to the United States that even their vaunted nation was not beyond his reach or power, and it was Jonathan that had picked this to be his target. No escape attempt had been successful from Purgatory Prime and the only assault attempted by an outside force had been defeated in the early 90’s.
Harbinger had carefully studied the previous attempts and laughed at the absurd methods that had been made. Each case had used brute force and lacked any form of finesse. This time the Warders stood no chance, as Jonathan had downloaded the facility's plans from the mind of one of its structural engineers while the old fool slept. Now, he knew it better then anyone in the world.
The facility was actually very secure and only a few points were accessible to entry even using such methods as teleportation and desolidification. There was a little known power conduit barely large enough for a man to fit inside that provided the entry the super-genius needed.
Jonathan Moore, Autocrat’s Harbinger, was about to pull off one of the single greatest feats in criminal history He was going to crack Purgatory Prime and shake Washington to it’s very foundation. Only one guard had stood in his way and that poor individual, while shielded against lesser psionics, had his brain fried like a boiled egg before Harbinger.
“Now, lets see if I pull this single switch,” Harbinger said to himself happily as he pulled down the dust covered handle of a circuit breaker that cut supply for the entire penitentiary for five minutes.
Even the emergency generators individually attached to the inhibitor cells would not kick in as each one had to be manually activated, and this single switch had been designed to ward against the villain known as Live Wire. One of the first villains incarcerated at the facility, Live Wire possessed the ability to absorb electrical energy and utilize it. Lack of foresight had prevented the Warders from improving the switch for such a contingency as the present, and now the power throughout the compound had died.
“Five minutes,” Jonathan said, smiling to himself.
Clink clink clickclink... clickclink... clinkclinkclinkclinkclink.
The sounds of powered locks freeing themselves blared like war-trumpets throughout the facility. Even now the telepath could feel the rising fear of the Warders as prisoners began to feel their powers returning and their bindings loosening.
“Four minutes and forty seconds,” he intoned as he floated through the floor immaterial.
He flew into one of the main holding blocks for the gigantic Purgatory. Warders desperately fought the growing number of villains who sought to fight for freedom.
Listen to me, Harbinger called out with his telepathy. It is I who have freed you and you only have a few minutes before the base has power again and the power dampeners come back on line. Seek the front gate as a single group there are too few guards to stop you.
Harbinger felt a sudden thrill of power as the mob of prisoners began to do as they were commanded, realizing that if he had gotten them clear of their cells then they could probably count on him to get them clear of the facility.
“Four minutes and five seconds,” he said to himself as he teleported to his next destination.
As Harbinger stood in the shadows of the most secure part of the entire correctional institute, he looked on at the single group of cells that did not lose power nor set their prisoners free. Each prison held specific villains too dangerous to ever be seen again. Each one was held in a state of mental suspended animation as their bodies continued to age normally. They would die sleeping considered a humane way to die by their captors.
The cells were each powered by their own emergency generator and only ten of them held prisoners. Harbinger did not have time to free them all and he was only concerned about a single one Abattoir.
The creature was singularly feared by almost every being on the planet as an unstoppable killing machine. It had one purpose to kill and swallow in the death and destruction it set in it’s path. As he remained undetectable in the shadows, Jonathan began to set the locks loose using his powerful telekinetic abilities. The doors began to slide open and Jonathan beheld the creature of nightmare. Smiling, he placed a vision in the sleeping creatures mind -- that of a single face wearing a Neo-Roman helm and whose eyes glowed with a power all their own. Jonathan forced a subliminal message of hatred into Abattoir's mind for this face and then cut the power cords that kept the beast sleeping.
Before Abattoir opened his eyes Jonathan was gone.
Autocrat would never know that it was Jonathan that sent the creature after him and though he doubted that even Abattoir could slay his master it would be sweet to hear that Autocrat had been forced to defend himself.
Unbidden visions of his own cell in Autocrat’s citadel came sliding into the young metahuman’s mind. As he floated to the upper levels, he recalled his own torments
“COME, YOUNG JONATHAN. IT IS TIME FOR YOUR MEDICINE,” he heard the voice call. “DON’T HIDE IN THE SHADOWS, COME INTO THE LIGHT WERE YOU CAN BE TRANSFORMED... SERVE ME!”
The twelve-year-old boy crawled out from under the small cot he had been hiding under.His over long blond hair stuck to his face with the blood that had flowed from his ears after the previous days experiments.
“Please no more,” he cried out. “I can’t take it any more! I’ll do anything but please don’t make me get into the machine again.”
“DON’T WHINE, CHILD, OR I’LL MAKE YOUR SISTER SUFFER AGAIN. DO YOU WANT HER TO SUFFER? OR SHOULD I JUST HAVE MASTODON HAVE HIS WAY WITH HER? I WOULD LOVE TO SEE THAT SWEET GIRL DEFLOWERED.”
Jonathan’s mind snapped back to reality.
“Two minutes and twelve seconds!” he screamed as the first group of heavily armored Warders appeared before him.
“What? Halt, buster,” the leader of the group called out.
The small group never knew what hit them when a powerful telekinetic wave of force slammed them against the wall. Momentarily stunned, they never felt the pain of their minds turning to liquid as Harbinger unleashed a vicious mental barrage upon them.
As they twitched like the first guard he had come across Jonathan teleported back to his own floating fortress cloaked far above the island.
“One minute and forty five seconds,” he said as he looked at the screen in front of him. Four separate individuals could be seen. Each had escaped the fortress and was looking for a way off the island afraid of the frosty waters below. They would each find a hidden hover-boat that would be self-guided away from the island. While the rest of the inmates would have to make their own ways out of the prison, these four were guaranteed to escape
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