The prisoner was not concious of his actions, but rage bubbled from him in a palpable wave, HE would not fall to this insignificant speck, no, but would slay him, like all the others! The others, yes, the others! He vividly saw himself, an asault rifle in his hands, murdering them, all of them. Every last mutant on the earth only lived to be destroyed by him. But no! Not just the mutants, but all of them, every last "hero", and everyone else who consorted with the freaks! Even as the Crey worker scurried to the terminal at the other end of the room to deactivate the prisoner's biological functions, the glass of the small tube burst apart, shattered by a massive release of telekinetic force. The former prisoner snapped the scientists conciousness apart like a twig. AS the Crey worker slumped lifelessly to the ground, the other laughed maniacly. Suddenly, he said aloud, "I need....I need a name. But what? Something to grab attention most certainly, but what? Ah, yes, of course... May your hearts be consumed with fear, world. Soon, all of you shall know the name of Doctor Mortuus!
The Hellions were revolting against the city, not in their usual manner, but a full-scale rebellion. Hunndreds of them were running around the clock, robbing banks, burglarizing homes, all in Galaxy City. No one could discern the cause of their recent activity. Several intiate heroes had been dispatched with the sole task of capturing the Hellions and interrogationg them if possible, not that it really mattered, there were just so many of them, it was getting harder and harder to cull their numbers. One of the newly recruited gang members, along with a few veterans, had set up a rather ingenious system of charging citizens to cross the street in key areas. What with all the confusion, many people were running about hystericlly, screaming their heads off. The highwayman buisness was a hot commodity. The Hellions were so busy, in fact, that they never noticed the shape creeping up behind them untill, of course, it was far to late. The shape, a hero named Cyphen, smashed two of the thug's heads together and proceeded to launch himself at the remaining five. The first he dropped with kick to the stomach. Spining into a roundhouse, he felled two more. The hero then dropped the sixth with a simple punch. Dusting off his black leather jumpsuit, the yellow-haired hero turned to the last hellion. He swore under his breath as the hellion ran, he HATED when they ran. He hastily pushed a red button on his belt, and grinned as he rose into the air. Cyphen easily gained on the fleeing thug, and knocked him out with a Crane Kick. He then collected all the money the thugs had obtained, and dropped it off at Hero Corps. Cyphen energeticly resumed prowling the streets, pausing only to attack any Hellion he saw.
((For those few of you who care, 
this is the last post I will make on this thread, as I had a better idea. This entire story has been converted into Rise of the Hellions-Open RP. So, if you kinda liked this story, drop by there and give a post. Thanks. 
))
"How do you feel?"
"I feel sep-er-a-ted from myself," the man in the test tube-esque device replied. His name was......was...... It didn't matter, all but his work was insignificent anyway. It was not suprising, therefore, that his memory of his work was the only thing he remembered clearly, the rest was like tring to grasp at smoke. Oh, but he remebered his work, his life effort, trying to find a cure for the common anomoly,mutation. When he had first read the article in his favourite science journal, "What is the Common Anomoly?" At first, he had thought it an oxymoron of the worst kind, and had spent a few moments chuckling at its expense. Minutes later, after reading the entire article, he wasn't laughing anymore, many were the people who claimed it was a biased article, only extolling the more negative deeds of mutants. He, however, was especially susceptible to any anti-mutant propaganda, even though he was one. His family had been murdered by a mutant villain organazation, for some reason, that memory was quite clear. He himself had never been much of a "dangerous" mutant, all his mutation granted him was hyper-intelligence. Indeed, even one who observed him closely for several years would have though he was human, even though he wasn't "normal". After reading the article, he had devoted all of his time raising funds for his experiments. It wasn't difficult, not with groups like Vanguard and Crey searching for mutant neutralizers. He had come close, even to the extent that he could mutate animals and return them to normal quite easily, it was only a matter of time before he had the serum correctly callibrated to the [censored]-Superior DNA coding. But alas, SOMETHING had gone wrong, he had miscalculated, as improbable as that seemed, and there had been a.........negative reaction, to put it gently. Needless to say, it would be quite sometime before the debris was removed from the area of his once-laboratory. All of this lead up to this very moment, where he was floating in the machine, a breathing mask suctioned to his face and all manner of strange machinery hooked up to him. He was unable to discern most of the room outside of his jar, but he could clearly see the man who had spoken to him, his garb marked him as a man of science, which he was, saw the man in the test tube, upon closer inspection of his lapel. He was a Crey employee. "Well, that is a perefectly natural felling after the ordeal you hafe suffered," the man said with a smile which he obviously meant to be friendly, it wasn't. "Unfortunately, the Paragon Hero Corps. is investigating the scene of the reaction even now, and as I'm sure you're aware, we simply cannot allot, *ahem*, leaks regarding our numorous projects. It is, for that regretfull reason, that we must end your life."
((Thoughts, suggestions?))