In a long, white, corridor with cells on each side, twenty one year old Lewis Klark was in his cell, dressed in a white jumpsuit. His dark hair and emerald green eyes stood out against the white walls and metal bars on the window of his cell door as he sat on the detention bed. Suddenly, he heard an alarm go off, which wasn't unusual as it happened a few times a month. However, the sound of the guards scrambling outside his cell, yelling about an intruder revealed that something was different this time. This wasn't a drill, this was a breach.
He looked out the window, and, though he couldn't see much through the small hole, he was able to see guards getting sent flying past his cell and the flash of bullets being fired. "This is new," he said, grinning. A few seconds later, a man with white hair walks up to the cell across from Lewis, humming with his hands behind his back as his blue eyes glisten with joy. "Klarik, are you ready to go?" The person in the cell remained silent, so the man spoke again, "it's time to kill." As the man spoke those words, a loud boom could be heard from inside the cell, then another.
"Calm down," The man said with a grin, "you wouldn't want to break the door." The man simply flicked his wrist and the door slid open. No sooner did the door open than the inhumanly strong man inside, who was easily three times the intruder's size, tried to crush the white haired man. Despite his efforts, the man, whose name was Klarik, couldn't seem to move. "You should be kinder to the man who freed you," The man said, taunting Klarik.
Klarik backed off and asked, "Who are you?"
"I," The man grinned, "am Harnt."
"Why did you free me?"
"That's simple," Harnt shrugged, "I want to use you for my own benefit."
"And why should I obey you?" Klarik's eyes narrow dangerously.
Harnt chuckled. "If you don't want to, I could always just kill you," he said, grinning.
He balled his fists. "AS IF I WOULD LET THAT HAPPEN!" Klarik repeatedly tried to punch Harnt, but always seemed to stop short.
"What's wrong?" Harnt asked mockingly, "Struggling?"
"Just what the hell is this ability?" Klarik asked, backing off.
"It's no fun if you know," Harnt suddenly appeared on Klarik's back, sitting as if he had always been there, "it ruins the magic."
Klarik's eyes widened as his mind recognized that Harnt had moved, then he grit his teeth at the response, but was smart enough to realize that he was no match for Harnt, especially since he was weakened by the muscle relaxant that the kitchen staff put in the food. "Fine, I'll be your little minion."
Harnt slid down onto the ground and began to jump up and down, clapping with glee, "Hooray! I'm so glad you came to your senses!"
More guards arrived, unloading hundreds of bullets at the two men, but their blood swiftly stained the once white walls. "I suppose we should get going," Harnt ceased his celebration, "they'll just keep coming."
Lewis could hardly believe what he was seeing, Klarik was known for being unstoppable, yet, this man no older than himself was easily overpowering him. Before Lewis could figure out how to comprehend the scene before him, Harnt stretched out his hand toward the wall at the far end of the hall then closed his fist, as he did, the wall seemed to shred itself, creating a large hole where a previously thought to be impenetrable wall once was.
"Shall we?" Harnt walked to the hole, Klarik reluctantly following, then stopped and looked out at the view. The ocean stretched for miles with no land in sight, glistening in the moonlight. Harnt turned his gaze to the full moon.
"Its a beautiful night, don't you agree?"
Klarik waited a moment before answering, as if pondering if he should respond. "Yes," he knew it wasn't worth saying anything else, "it is."
Harnt leapt out, flew past more than 40 floors, and landed on a small speed boat. Klarik followed closely behind, then they were off, leaving behind nothing but chaos and confusion.