By the time that Cyanide's murder spree reached the cell that was holding Cisco Ramon; he was well on the way to healing his body from multiple shocks of electricity and the odd drugged dart. A thick, white gas floated around and into his cell where a long knife had speared through the glass. A woman with purple hair and black body armour screamed at him through the fog to get out of the cell.
Ramon was very glad that he'd followed her orders when the gas turned out to be explosive.
He followed the oddly-dressed woman through clouds of alarmingly red-tinted smoke, weaving their way through objects on the floor which Cisco tried not to think about. Cyanide drew to a sudden halt, and swivelled round to smash the glass on the enclosure of another hostage. A teenage girl with short, red-orange hair and a purple hoodie scuttled out. Her eyes were circles of panic, and they pulsed from side to side like those of a frightened stoat.
Maddy Rowling was out of her cell. The sounds of screams, no matter how much she tried to deny it, sent excited electricity through her fingertips. A tinge of static set her teeth jittering, and she crunched her hands into fists. A boy with black hair and piercings grabbed her arm, and she ran along with him through the smoke.
The two teens were being led through the desperate chaos by the purple-haired woman, and apparently the next stop was a cell holding a girl with silver hair and stylised flames tattooed up her arms.
Her cell was lined with mirrors - all presumably one way - but Cyanide didn't care: she stabbed straight through the glass with a sharp kick from her studded boot, and found Clarke Maximoff staring her down; growling with anger.
A heat-haze like effect flickered between Clarke's outstretched fingers, and Cyanide suddenly felt her oesophagus tighten and her lungs be stripped of air. Cyanide reached for a gun strapped to her belt; but then blood was pouring down the walls and lights like tiny suns assaulted her vision.
Maddy watched in horror as the maddened girl tried to kill the person who was about to save her. The screams of Cyanide were just itching to be let out as a destructive wave - and she would let it out if she had to.
'Look!' Yelled a voice from the thick, white smog. It was Cisco. Clarke looked up at the boy, sweat gliding down her forehead.
'We're all in the same boat. I think?' Cisco shouted to the feral girl, slightly losing confidence with the whole 'talking down' thing halfway through his sentence.
Clarke roared at Cisco, sensing the chink in his armour - but then realising that he didn't sound at all like one of the scientists who'd tortured her to sweet hell. She lowered her grip around Cyanide's neck slightly and looked at Ramon with mild intrigue.
