From War, To Extinction

Chapter 8: Secrets

"I must say, Alexander," Matthew growls in a dark, deranged voice. "I did not expect you to commit yourself to such felony-"
Alex darts his finger onto his watch, shutting the blinds on the cage, giving Michael and himself a little peace with their potential ally.
"Debra, microphone off," Alex speaks to his watch.
"Microphone off," a robotic voice speaks back. "Overdrive locked out, you are now alone, sir."
"Thank you, Debra," Alex says, looking over at a confused Michael. "My artificial intelligence program."
"Gives him most of the information he needs," Matthew cuts in, his dark eyes peering through his gas mask. "It's how he knew I was here."
"So you read minds now?" Michael growls, his eyes becoming pitch black for a brief moment, the skin around them becoming a dark red colour. "The guards didn't explain that part."
"The lifestyle of a former illusionist has its perks, Michael Corvin," Matthew explains. "Mind reading, hallucinations, mind control, my own personal gifts, all you have to do is dig deeper into your mind, and they will be there for you, too. I know why you've come for me."
"Please, explain that to me," Michael snarls, staring over at Alex. "Because in all honestly, I'm starting to question your worth."
"Not only do I know things about Antigen that even Alexander does not, but, I also know you want to release your full potential. You, are, powerful, but you refuse to let yourself reach your full potential, because you know how dangerous that may be. Not even I know how much power you wield in that beautiful mind of yours, but I know that I want to help you find out. I don't mean to make you question loyalty, but, did Alexander tell you that his father is Immortal like he is?!"
"WHAT?!" Michael roars, his claws retracting from his finger nails in the most aggressive fashion. "YOU'RE FATHER, THE MAN THAT I WANT TO TEAR TO FUCKING PIECES, IS LIKE YOU?!"
"I didn't want to tell you, Michael, because, we've been like this for centuries," Alex sighs, explaining his secret. "Like I said, we're distant relatives; I'm closer to Alexander Corvinus than, well, you."
"How old are you?!" Michael growls, nearly roaring at him as he slices his claws against the wall. "Tell me."
"My father and I, are approximately seven centuries old. Kinda' one of the reasons I was able to dodge your attacks, but as I said, you're a lot more powerful than me," Alex explains. "Sure, I heal, but not from death, I can die like any other mortal, just not from age. That's why I'm always extra cautious, I'm sorry."
"This is a very touching moment, but if we're going to escape this fucken' joint, may we do it soon, I'm getting rather tired of this shit hole."
"Sure, what do we do?" Michael questions Alex. "I've never had to break out of prison before."
"They won't open fire on me, but we can't just walk out of here with him."
"I'm right here, you know!" Matthew snarks, rolling his eyes under his mask.
"Wait, Alex?" Michael asks.
"You heal right?"
"Yeah?" Alex says confusingly. "Why?"

The guards outside of the cell monitor the halls in a through fashion, constantly cocking their weapons and making sure they're ready for any form of chaos.
"I hope Alex knows what he's doing," one of the guards comments.
"You saw what his bodyguard did, I'm sure they're fine."
Before they can blink, someone is thrown through the glass wall of the cage that holds Matthew, slamming into the ground with extreme force. As the guards turn around, they see Alex, getting up off of the ground, parts of his face cut from the glass.
"Subject Seventeen is escaping!" Alex screams, moving away from the broken wall. "KILL HIM, AND MY TRAITOR OF A BODYGUARD! KILL THEM ALL!"
"YES SIR!"
Three guards move closer and closer to the hole in the wall, cocking their weapons and aiming through the dust. Michael speeds through the settling dust, using his claws to decapitate all three of them simultaneously.
"It's SUBJECT ZERO! OPEN FIRE!" The Commander screams, commanding a line of guards to open fire on Michael all at once, and that's exactly what they do.
Overwhelmed by the gunfire, Michael screams violently, his eyes changing from pitch black, to a thick, bright, red. Michael's teeth shift to rows of fangs, his claws extending almost double their size, and his muscles shifting larger within seconds.

Before he can attack, the guards stop firing, instead, begin to shake violently, like their having seizures while standing up.
"There's two emotions that will always prove that we are somewhat, human; rage and fear," Matthew explains, moving out of his cell and standing right beside Michael. "So tell me, Mr Corvin, what emotion do you express the most, and I will take care of these fools."
"Rage," Michael answers.
"Excellent choice, Mr Corvin," Matthew explains, Michael watching as each and every guard aim their weapons at each other, sparing one from the aim of friendly weaponry. "Open fire, gentlemen."
Michael watches as the guards open fire on each other, torn apart by the barrage of their own weaponry, ultimately put everyone but the Commander to their deaths. Michael growls at the Commander, preparing himself for an attack, until he is sudden shot in the chest by a Desert Eagle wielding Alex. The impact of the high powered weapon sends Michael straight to his knees, but he manages to recover from the wound, forcing it to heal almost instantaneously.
"DON'T MOVE!" Alex commands, aiming his weapon at the two Immortals.
"Bartholomew?" Michael growls in a dark voice.
"I can't get into his head, he's not like us," Matthew explains to Michael. "He's far too old to manipulate."
They watch helplessly as Alex waves his weapon between Michael and Matthew, looking like he's deciding who to kill first. But in a sudden blink of an eye, Alex turns the gun on the commander and fires open him, blowing a mango sized hole in the Commander's face, dropping him like a fly.
"I made you a promise, Michael," Alex comments, kicking the Commander's body to the ground. "And I intend to keep it."
Alex clips the weapon back into his holster, staring at the two shocked Immortal men as Michael changes back to human form.
"Gave me a fucking scare there," Michael utters.
"Sorry for, you know, shooting you in the chest," Alex mumbles, looking rather embarrassed.
"Thank Corvinus you didn't shoot me!" Matthew's dark voice screams through his gas mask. "I wouldn't have recovered like him."
"Let's just get out of here," Alex discloses.
"Where are we going to go?!"
"I know a place," Michael resolves. "It's in the Dead-Zone, if we move now, we'll make it before the sun comes up, which would mean death for you, Matthew."
"Time is of the essence then!" Matthew snarls. "Let's hurry!"