“HUU!” Chase gasped waking up, there were instantly two things that caught his attention, one was the immense pain coming from his left shoulder, and side. And two…he couldn’t breathe.

 

Desperately he tried to rip his mask off with his right hand, but as he tried to lift it he discovered it hurt an extreme amount to move it. And that’s when he discovered the third thing. He was underground, buried alive, by literally tons of concrete.

 

“Nnngghh!” he grunted desperately trying to wriggle his right arm out of the tons of concrete that were trapping it, but no use, both arms were pinned, and he was pressed against what felt like metal by tons of concrete with no room to move whatsoever.

 

“Oh Great” He moaned. He had to get out of this.

 

Painfully he turned his head to view his right arm, and with his sensitive eyes was able to see the problem, a ripped and jagged piece of the metal wall had punctured his suit, impaled his arm, and judging by the wetness he felt, bleeding quite a lot.

 

Chase forced himself to calm down, and ignore the fact that oxygen was scarce, as he started to figure things out. This was going to be painful, but he had to do it.

 

“Ok” Chase wheezed readying himself for what he was about to do.

 

“RRGGHH!!!” He groaned as he started to pull, he could feel the jagged metal starting to rip through his flesh, but he had to keep going, painfully he pulled his arm at an angle, forcing the metal to rip its way out of the side of his arm, instead of extending the gash all the way up to his hand. He kept pulling, feeling the muscle tendons ripping and snapping apart, spewing blood, He just had to go a little-

 

SNAP!

 

“AUGH!” Chase grunted as an entire piece of flesh was basically severed from his arm. Tenderly he pulled it out of the little niche it was in, and immediately tore the mask off his head, gasping for breath. It didn’t help much.

 

“Ok great… Got one arm… kinda” He moaned weakly to himself, now he had to free his other arm. He had been purposefully avoiding looking to his left, scared of what he would find, mostly because he could no longer feel the arm that belonged to that section of his body.

 

Cautiously he turned his eyes toward his left arm, to find it was completely crushed by thousands of tons of building, he couldn’t even move it. There was no way he was pulling his arm out of that… But he had to get out.

 

With his “Good” arm, he slowly drew a single blade from his fingers, and forcing his hand to be steady, he slowly moved his hand over to the beginning of his shoulder, and pressed his finger into the arm, piercing the suit, and drawing a thin line of blood.

 

He took a deep breath…

 

“One… Two… Three”

 

And as slowly and as quietly as he could, he began, filling the spot he lay, with blood.

 

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Max opened his eyes somewhat groggily. Memories flying around his head, somehow there, but not completely. Everything was dark, there was absolutely no light.

 

Well this was weird

 

Slowly things thoughts started to form, he was in a hospital! No wait that couldn’t be right, hospitals aren’t pitch black like this, no matter what room your i-

 

Suddenly like a bullet fired straight into his brain, everything snapped back

 

“Oh my Gosh!” he yelled pulling his hands up to his head, only to be blocked, and end up slamming his hand on what felt like a huge slab of concrete.

 

He fell, and it was at that moment, that he realized he was in the air.

“Oof!” he let out as his body fell a half inch to a very rough metal surface below.

 

He was trapped in a tiny claustrophobia-inducing space which was in total darkness.

 

He was in a hospital, because of all the “attacks” that he’s been having, but he was forced down here, and… there was a needle… An injection needle!

 

He was injected with…

 

“Oh no” Max muttered shakenly

 

He suddenly remembered pain, unbearable pain! He was screaming!

 

He was floating.

 

“Oh my gosh…” He whispered, “But… But no! That’s impossible! They said… Everyone said!” He stopped, trying to process everything, every single impossible thing that was all flooding into his mind at exactly the same time.

 

But there stood the one truth that could obviously not be avoided

 

He had powers… And had brought down a building.

 

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Isaac’s eyes opened, he was face down with a lot of weight on his back, and he started laughing. He didn’t know why, but sometimes things were just funny, he couldn’t explain why, besides explaining a joke always killed it anyway. So he kept laughing.

 

He remembered what had happened, there had been an explosion… kind of.

 

“Ok let’s see”

 

He was approximately 150 feet underground, give or take a couple of feet. That must have been an extremely powerful blast, the room they were in was reinforced, and it was caved in just the same as it would’ve been if he had been in the hospital… worse actually considering the entire hospital was on top of them at this moment

 

“Ugh, I should have seen that coming” Isaac complained, but at least he could take satisfaction in the fact that “Slash” didn’t escape either. He could still hear his pathetic screams of pain, a very satisfying thought.

 

But it didn’t last long. Chase was still here, and judging by his tendency to survive, he was still alive.

 

He smiled and laughed some more

 

This is going to be so FUN!

 

“May the best man win”