"Wow"exclaimed the guard as the 8'4" "man" walked through the Zig front gates. Demetri "Wolfeyes" Wulfgang was his name. He was a behemoth of a man. Standing above eight feet tall. But that was not his oddest feature. The thing that usually got to people was his wolf-like face and and fur covering his whole upper torso and arms.
"Take him to cell 417" called the guard. Ahh cell 417. Wolfeyes had heard of this cell from people on the outside, the freeworld. Cell 417 is where they keep high risk inmates. It is where the bars are 10" in diameter and there are no windows. A rock with a half inch pad on top is the only thing that separates the inmate from the stone on the bed.
"Ill be out of here in no time" he said to the guard.
"You'll regret keeping me hear"
"Thats what they all say"muttered the guard under his breath.
Wolfeyes had no need for weapons in this prison. He was a weapon. His nails are like razors and are a strong as steel. But that was not what he missed the most. Having been given a shot upon entering he was no longer able to access his hellfire. The trait he had inhereted from his White Wolf demon.
"Whats your name?" muttered the man from the cell to the left of him.
Wolfeyes was silent.
"Whats the matter cat got your tongue?"
"I dont talk to filth as low as you" he growled with a rasp that sounded as if a wolf was protecting its meal.
"Ahhh, we've got ourselves a boy who thinks hes a
"Supervillian" eh? Well thats where youve got it all wrong. You dont run this cell block. I run this cell block."
Wolfeyes chuckled at the ignorance of the supposed "Cell Block Leader".
"LUNCH TIME!" The gates to the cells sprung open and the people began to file out of their cells. The man that had been talking to Wolfeyes came into cell 417.
"What do you want?"
"I just came to see who was talking like a badass, but damn you are one ugly [censored]."
Wolfeyes stood off of his bead and rose to his full height. He was more than two of the short man that had come into his cell.
Wolfeyes grabbed the man by the throat with his dishlike hands. The man began to gulp for air. He got out a scream before completely passing out.
The guards ran in and took Wolfeyes left arm. He swung his entire body and hit the first guard with a thud to the side of the head that reverberated throughout the prison walls. Five more guards walked up and hit him in the back of the head with a club knocking him out cold.
