...all Detainment Areas secures. Vigilance is Key. Message Ends
He stirred, a short siren blast ringing in his ears indicating the start and end of the message; the thing that had brought him around. His eyes ached, every joint tingled, and his throat burnt with the heat of lava. He tried to call out, but no sound came, it just burnt more.
He looked up, and saw his arms shackled to the wall above his head; and then down to see that his suit had been removed and he was in some sort of latex bodysuit. He struggled to take in his surroundings; and he seemed to be in some sort of cave, but it was reinforced with steel and concrete, much like the underground lairs that the Council constructed, except much newer. To his right by about 10 metres was a solitary light above a large blast door.
He rubbed his tongue along his back teeth, trying to feel the emergency locater on his wisdom tooth, but was dismayed to find it wasnt there. How could they have known? he thought to himself. They wouldnt know where he was, and began to panic, but then rationalised that he would be Ok. His comrades would look for him when he didnt return, they would find the wreckage, they would see the remains of the ship and know it was the sky raiders; and then they would ask questions and bust skulls until they found out where he was; and not necessarily in that order. He knew it would only be a matter of time. He closed his eyes, shutting out the pain he was feeling, and fell back into unconsciousness.
He awoke with a start, a pain shooting all down his left side, and his eyes sprung open, but immediately shut again as there was a bright light shining in them. Again the pain ravaged his side, and he forced his eyes back open. He saw a sky raider Captain, delighting in his duty, wielding what seemed to be a large cattle prod; and shoving it into this ribcage. The pain shook his whole body, but he didnt understand why, electricity usually flowed through his body as part of the suit design, hed learnt to tolerate the pain; but this he couldnt handle.
After what seemed an eternity of torture, not once asking him for anything, and him not being able to scream out, the pain ended. The lights went out, as he passed out.
After a week of this torture, three times daily, there had been no sign of any rescue attempts; and strangely, his captors had issued no questions. His voice had started to return, although it was very weak, and words were hard to formulate; it was like learning how to speak again.
On the 8th day, he managed to shout at the Sky Raider who came in that morning, STOP!. The Captain merely glanced up with a grin, and continued.
Another 2 weeks passed, and no-one answered his pleas, until on the 25th day, the Captain walked in. The captive cried Why are you doing this?, when he got no response, he got angry When I get out of here, I am going to rip you limb from limb!
Ha! Dont you realise, no-one is coming for you, no-one ever did. You are unwanted, a pathetic excuse, a worthless existence. You will never leave here, well not alive anyway retorted the Captain.
It began to dawn on him, they should of been here by now; was what he said really true? Had no-one even come looking? The doubt had begun to enter his mind.
Four more weeks passed, and he had resided himself to the fact that the Heroes were not coming for him. His hope had turned to despair, his faith to anger. He had done so much for this city, saved his so called Friends countless times. He thought he was respected, needed, wanted. But it didnt seem he was even worthy of an attempt, they had simply given up on him.
From that point the anger that he had towards his gaolers was being transferred towards his former comrades and the citizens he once protected. He consoled himself that he would escape this wretched place not for survival, but to make those people pay for what he had endured for them with no help from them, not even any gratification. His blood boiled, his skin felt like it was on fire;
You will burn Paragon, and before you leave this world, it will be my face you see! he screamed releasing a burst of energy from his body; disabling the light over the door, and the concealed security camera up in the corner to his right.
Those next four weeks he did not feel the pain any more, his hatred clouded his mind and he only plotted escape, so that he could exact his revenge. Waiting for the one perfect moment to release a fraction of the power that had built up inside him, and destroy the weaklings in this place.
It was on his 85th day of capture that this moment came, but not as he had expected. The Captain had come in for his first session of the morning, prod in hand, grin on face. The captives eyes glazed over, ready to block the pain, to allow it to feed his anger. But then the whole room shook, nay, the whole cave. Aftershock of an explosion reverberated around the walls. Sirens began blaring; the Captain took a step back, looking to his communicator for guidance, but none came. The sounds of gunfire and explosions grew nearer. He heard bodies slamming against walls, and cries of pain. This was it, the heroes had come. But they were too late, he would not forgive them, his revenge would begin with his rescuers, they would pay for not coming earlier.
The Captain jumped as the blast door was smashed against, and a huge dent formed. Again something smashed at the door, and the captain drew out his rifle and aimed at the door. Suddenly the doors were hit so hard they flew off their frames, and before the Captain could even get off a shot, a small sphere came flying towards him. As it struck him it exploded in a white puff, and he was fixed to the spot by a mass of fibrous white webbing. In through the door strode a man in dark grey armour, head to toe, with eight large robotic arms protruding from his back. His eyes gleamed a brilliant red. Behind him came a man in the biggest set of armour the captive had seen, with what seemed to be an articulated tail. Beside him was a Persian man with a large scimitar.
The red-eyed man walked up in front of the captive, and spoke in the most powerful, and yet at the same time, kindest voice,
Are you Joseph Infinus?
Yes replied the Captive.
I am here to facilitate your rescue from these foul beasts said the Red-eyed man, nodding towards the Captain; who seemed to be fiercely struggling and screaming out, but the web covered his mouth. I am Lord Recluse, and would like you to join me and my organisation.
What organisation? questioned the captive.
Arachnos, my new friend, and we seek to take back what is rightfully ours Paragon, from those so-called do-gooders. Here let me get you down, and one of Recluses mechanical appendages snapped the chains and lowered Infinus to the floor. What do you say?
As long as I get to take down some of those heroes myself. And this worm again indicating the Captain.
By all means, of course. I would expect no less confirmed Recluse.
Infinus turned to the Captain, Now I made you a promise, and I intend to keep it. The captains muffled cries were muted as Infinus fists glowed bright red, and he brought them down upon the Captains head. His helmet shattered, and the body slumped to the floor as the web dissipated.
Good, good. We have this for you; Scirocco, the Suit, as the Persian brought forth a replica of Infinitrons suit, but In black, with blue-silver detailing. Recluse also pulled out a helmet, it had red lights down the side, and seemingly fangs at the bottom of the face. Where this with Pride, you are no longer part of that inferior system; you are above it, beyond it; we are them, we are they; now you are on of us You are Infinitraitor, servant of Arachnos, destroyer of Paragon.
And with that, Infinus took the helmet, entered the suit, and left that cave... to where? Only time would tell.
As they left the room, Recluse could be heard to say We have big plans for you Chosen One...
...all Detainment Areas secures. Vigilance is Key. Message Ends
He stirred, a short siren blast ringing in his ears indicating the start and end of the message; the thing that had brought him around. He ached, but he had had worse. There was still a pain in his chest where the rocket had hit, and an itch on his neck, under his chin.
He looked up, and saw his arms shackled to the wall above his head; and then down to see that he his suit still on, they had been unable to remove anything apart from his helmet. He struggled to take in his surroundings; he seemed to be in some sort of cave, but it was reinforced with steel and concrete, much like the underground lairs that the Council constructed, except much newer. To his right by about 10 metres was a solitary light above a large blast door.
He rubbed his tongue along his back teeth, finding the smooth portion on one of his wisdom teeth. Pushing it in with his tongue, and it began to hum, very, very quietly. He knew theyd never know about the emergency locator, and was relieved they hadnt tried to force his armour off. The locator should work even underground, and he knew it was merely a matter of time before his escape. To save some time, Infinitron tried to channel some energy through his arms to the shackles, but it didnt affect them.
The blast doors slid open with a self satisfying hiss, and in strode a man dressed in the manner of a Sky Raider Captain, but more heavily Armoured.
You must be in charge said Infinitron, You might as well release me now, whilst its still beneficial to you.
Ha!exclaimed the Officer, You will not escape this place, you will rot in this cell for the rest of your life. But that wont be too long anyway.
Infinitron felt a small shudder in the wall behind him, the buzzing on his tooth had increased substantially. He smiled.
Before you die, you will beg that I kill you, and only when I am ready will I grant your request said the Captain, in what he thought was his most threatening tone.
The buzzing in Infinitrons mouth, had grown significantly and actually started to tickle. His smile broke into a laugh, at both the tooth and the situation.
Stunned slightly the Officer asked angrily What are you laughing at?!?
Oh, you see... Im expecting Company
The officers eyes grew wide Wha...?; but at the moment the Doors to the room caved inwards in a cloud of dust and rubble. In walked a group of heroes, the Officer froze still. Amongst the heroes, Infinitron immediately recognised members of his supergroup; Rage, Durin Danark, Mr Justice, Tinbum, Golden Hammer and Ion-Man.
Someone order a taxi? quipped Tinbum.
Shutup and get him down Tinny, Durin you help him commanded Rage, GB, sort out our host here please.
Golden Hammer walked up to the officer and casually hit him round the head with a first coated in rock, knocking him straight out; whilst Tinbum froze the shackles, and Durin ripped them from around Infinitrons wrists.
Mr Justice stepped forward, saying Man, you look like [censored]. Well, whats new?
Ha, never thought Id be so pleased to see you all; specially you Justice returned Infinitron, scratching the itch on his neck, and shaking the hands of his comrades.
Infini! came a voice from behind the group infront of Infinitron. Squeezing through came Moonstryke, your alive! and she hugged the now freed hero.
Good to see you too smiled Infinitron.
Moonstryke glanced up at her mentor, Whats that on your neck?
Just a scratch replied Infinitron.
No, Im serious Joe, it looks weird. Wonga, come look at this, said Moonstryke looking to the rear of the group.
Forward came a large man in white, sporting not only a fetching beard and glasses, but a rather large Sword aswell.
What we got then? he inquired. Bending down he glanced at Infinitrons neck, Oh. Wonga wonga had seen the three interlaced circles with puncture marks before and recognised what they meant.
What is it? inquired Infinitron.
Someone has taken a DNA analysis of you sampling your blood, bone marrow and brain tissue, at this point on your neck. Ive seen it done before, and it was done for a specific purpose.
Which is? Infinitron pressed on.
Mate... Youve been cloned...
oooooooooh! Suspense and intrique! I love it!
Got me in suspense.
As i always say, Moar MOAR!
Really is some good stuff, looking forward to reading whats to follow 
Catz
Moar? Oh right yes, of course theres more
*shuffles off to write more*
I started rewriting a character bio, and decided to go whole hog; here's part one:
Light glinted across his eyes; they seemed to want to shrink back into his skull, to get away from what he was seeing.
Standing before the head of Arachnos was truly a terrifying prospect, and thats even when youre not organising a plan created by Recluse himself.
So, everything is ready, is it Lucas? Asked Recluse in a voice that could liquefy raw steel should he ask it to.
Y-y-yes my Lord, the facility is prepared. When will our, I mean your, guest be arriving?replied Lucas.
He should be at the facility within the hour...
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This is Infinitron reporting in, Lusca is down, and she shouldnt be bothering the dock workers here for a while. Returning to HQ. Over
Infinitron turned off his transmitter on his wrist, and glanced down at the churned up surface of the water where the great sea beast , Lusca, had been battling him not 10 minutes ago. He looked back up at the dockside, Oh dear, there were a number of large gaps smashed through the pier, and one or two small fires had broken out. Lusca has not been a happy Octopus. He continued to scan the dockside, looking for something.
Ah, there you are! he said with distinct relief, and picked up his Multi Purpose Assault rifle from behind a crate. It had been struck from his hands soon into his battle with the creature, but it hadnt given her an advantage, instead it had just [censored] him off; justice was delivered instead with his charged energy fists.
As Infinitron secured the rifle, he straightened up; he could hear a faint whirring noise, which got louder very quickly. As he turned, the rocket hit him square in the chest, sending him smashing through the wall of the warehouse behind him.
*
He tried to sit up, but was covered in rubble, and the impact had completely winded him. His eyes rested on the hole he had just come through, and he suddenly froze in disbelief. Visible through the hole was a battalion of sky raider units descending on his location. He started to panic, and managed to loosen the rubble on top of him, but a large section concrete still pinned down one leg. Before he could move it, one of the Raider ships had flown in though the hole and flew directly at his head. Ducking back down, it missed his head my mere inches. Whilst it was turning, he managed to free his leg, and jump up and take flight.
Then suddenly the rest of the battalion seemed to start just firing at the hole, and the ship inside the warehouse had turned and was heading straight back for him. Infinitron began to totally focus, and as the ship drew near, he focused his energy through his fists and tour the ship in half, wreckage exploding either side of him.
*
At the same moment , a series of rockets slammed into the side of the warehouse, and the building shook. Looking up, Infinitron saw the roof begin to collapse down onto him.
Oh Sh...
Everything Was Black.
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