We're Not Evil, Just Betrayed

Chapter Five, Escape

Sky took a step back, startled at the outcome. The doctor was still alive, but barely. His body was completely caved in but all his organs had been unharmed, surrounded by a mass of broken bones, bent in a way that he would be alive, but never move again. A soft whisper echoed through the room, seemingly coming from what looked like the doctors mouth. "Go....deprive....chaos....." was the only thing he could hear from the broken mass before it grew silent once more. Glancing at the glass wall, a hope of escape came to mind. He walked past the blob of broken bones and skin and tapped on the glass, his nails scraping against it as he did.

Somehow, he didn't know how, he could tell it's thickness and density just by that. It was about a meter thick, the glass was fully compacted together densely and was extremely difficult to break through regular means. Although he wondered if he could do the same with the glass on what he did with the doctor. He stared at the glass wall with an intense look before he focused and concentrated, trying to shift it. The glass suddenly shifted, cracking slightly before it imploded, bursting into a dozen small pieces. A large hole had been created in the thick glass, forming a way of escape. Needing to spend any more time within the boundaries of the prison, he leaped outside. A hoarse laughter was heard as he did so.

Even after escaping the building, there was still a ten feet tall brick wall The upper part of the wall was coated in rough coils of sharp materials, preventing any form of escape through climbing over it. He stared at the wall, before repeating what he had done before and created another wall in front of him. Looking back, the hole in the glass was fairly suspicious. So was the doctor but that was easily disguised as something else. Willing the glass to come together, the glass wall was reformed, looking as new as ever. After he exited the boundaries of the prison, he fixed up the wall as well before he ran from the prison, leaving no tracks but the compressed body behind.

Over sometime, he stopped running to catch his breath. He was already a distance away from the prison. The sky was an endless sea of black, disrupted by the occasional bright spot of white and the large circular moon floated proudly in the black blanket. The ground was a soft stretch of green, expanding as far as he could see. An occasional tree sprouted from the ground, standing firm and tall as if guarding the area from any possible predators. Up ahead, he could see a gravel path, illuminated only from the glow of the moon above.

He took a step onto the gravel path, and then decided to follow it. After all, it was the only indication of leading somewhere. He walked on the gravel road, the sounds of his shoes crunching against the uneven path filled his ears, the occasional wisp of wind slashed across his body. It was a cool night, everything around him surrounded by trees. Then, he heard a sudden hiss.

An explosion knocked him into the air, a deep burning sensation crawled across his entire back, singing his clothes and some of his hair. He shut his eyes tightly in pain and expected for him to land on the ground, but he didn't. He slowly opened his eyes and marveled at his new-found ability. He floated several feet in the air, hovering above the ground. He was flying, genuinely flying. He didn't know how, he just did. After a bit of struggles, he finally managed to get himself to land on the ground. He didn't know what chemicals that mad doctor had put in him, but it seemed to give him so many abilities, he felt unkill-able. He gazed up into the sky. He could fly away from this place and leave, but where would he go ? He glanced back to the gravel road and decided he would follow it and see where it would lead.

After several more minutes, he arrived at a strange structure. It was built right off the side of the cliff, extending outwards several meters before ended off at a huge drop downwards onto a platform, continuing off there and looking like some kind of port. There were edges attached to the walls that followed up down to the platform, as if it used to be a pathway but had been destroyed somehow. And judging by the still shifting cracks and crumbles, it had been destroyed fairly recently as well. Perhaps he could make it down. He couldn't very well see what was down there because of the wall after all.

He slowly made his way down, using the edges attached to the wall to get down, step by step. When he reached the bottom, he looked out in front of him. It was a mass of never ending water, reaching far and wide. To the sides, there was still land but waves occasionally clashed onto the surface, dampening the already muddy ground. As he looked up ahead, he saw a shadowed object moving on the water, heading towards the dock. As it neared, he recognized it as a ship. Not wanting to be spotted by any possible hostile people, he moved backwards a bit and hid behind one of the piles of fallen debris.